(A/N: well, well, well. Here I am, and I haven't updated Old Or New? or Your Guardian Angel...or anything, really. I SHOULD be writing those chapters, but frankly, I just can't write now. Don't know why, though it's probably because I'm SOOOO much better at writing conflict than mindless fluff. But, I'll just have to get over that, now won't I? XD okie, just read this knew idea and tell me what you think! Please? :D?

And btw, when the scene switches, so will the POV. It fist off goes to Kagome...then someone else...)

DISCLAIMER: sorry to disappoint, but with my zero percent income, I don't have enough to buy the multi-millionaire franchise known as Inuyasha.

Turning Back Time

That Drunken Bastard!

You were supposed to care for me forever. You were supposed to be my one and only. We were supposed to live happily ever after. So why am I sleeping all alone in this bed clearly meant for two?

It's always the same. I get up, glance over to find that once again you didn't make it past the couch last night to make it to our bedroom. Well, seeing how many nights I've slept alone, I'd call it my room. I get up, shower, eat breakfast, then place an extra plate for you and some aspirin beside it. After that I leave, not wanting to hear your endless complaining about hangovers. You've gotten so many I'm surprised you're not immune to them by now. I walk quickly to the bus stop, seeing how I'm the only one with a job I'm slightly shocked that we still meet amends when it comes to paying for our meager house, let alone have enough left over for a car. Well, we could've been saving up for one, but instead you just take the money and by more alcohol. You reek, hell our whole house reeks of that awful stench. And you sometimes wonder – when the beer has worn off somewhat – why I go out so much.

I long for the old days, when he was still here. When we still had our small, slightly odd group of friends. Before we got married. Things were so much happier back then, so much more carefree, when I didn't have to work to put a smile on my face. I still wonder why we had grown apart, whether it was because we split and got married...or maybe it was because I couldn't stand seeing him with her. Whoa...where'd that come from? C'mon, Kagome, stop thinking of the past...it'll only make you regret the present more. I sigh and continue my silent and lonely trek to my office. The only thing that seemed to be going for me was that I still held my position at the vet's office. Yes, I have been questioned about my profession, because I'm too sentimental. If an animal doesn't make it through, then I cry. A lot. Yeah, yeah, I'm weak and hopeless, I know that much. Even though I cry, I still long for someone to hold me, comfort me, like he once did. In his own odd way, he did comfort me.

I sigh again, it seemed like that was the only thing that I did now.

I made my way to the office, and started my daily routine. Clean cages, replace food and water, walk the dogs, give medicine, play, and while doing that wait for anyone who might stop by. Same old, same old. My life was one big rut, one that had worn deep and wide. As I continue through my work, I can't help but fantasize how I wanted my life to be. I let out a pitiful sigh as reality once again crashes down. My life will never, ever be how I want it. My night in shining armor left me for someone else, my angels without wings (my friends) and I had grown apart, and I was left for a drunken bastard for a husband. My life couldn't get much worse.

Funny how my words always come back and bite me.

Soon my day at the office was done, at about eight, later than usual because a dog had come in right about when we were going to close. He had broken his leg and it needed immediate treatment, so naturally I had stayed. It's not like I wanted to go to my house right away. I didn't like the thought of going back to that awful stench of alcohol, so I took as long as possible to get there. I stopped at the grocery for more food, seeing as we'd probably be out when I got back. I had made sure only to by enough to last us through the night and the next day so I would have another excuse to stay out of the house. Have you noticed that I haven't called it 'my home'? I have never considered that house my home. My real home is back with my family, but since he is my 'husband', I have to stay. I have thought of getting a divorce often, and tonight I believed that I was actually going to go. But deep down I knew I wasn't going to do it, because I told myself that every night. I always chickened out after attempting to get myself riled up. It was hopeless, he was hopeless, I am hopeless. But that doesn't stop me from trying.

I stand outside the door, hand poised just above the handle. It's about nine o'clock now, as I berate myself for being afraid to say what was on my mind. I used to be so strong willed, determined and stubborn, but now I had been reduced to a soft gooey marshmallow. Why? I don't know. How? Don't know that one either. I can't even come up with a logical reason for it. I take a deep breath and open the door.

"I'm back," I say, not expecting an answer. I have done the same thing for almost a year now. I knew the routine. But, routines are meant to be broken.

"You're late bitch," I hear him say, his words slurred because of the alcohol. He gets up from the couch and stumbles angrily over to me. Drunk? Yes. A threat? Not in the least. I sigh and walk around him to set my bags on the counter.

"A dog came in at closing. He had a broken leg and it needed immediate treatment. I'm sorry, Hojo," I answer casually.

"Obviously you weren't thinking! I'm starved you bitch! Don't keep me waiting! I'm your husband!"

"Don't remind me," I grumble. If he heard, I don't care. I don't love him, and the truth is, I never did. My heart was long ago stolen by someone else.

"Fix me my dinner, and get me another beer!"

"Get your own damn self one!" I retort back. I take a shaky breath. Today was the day. I had to say it before my courage failed me again. "Hojo, we need to talk."

"No we don't, you need to be a good bitch and get me my meal and drink!"

"Hojo, I want a divorce," I state plainly, yet firmly. He blinks at me, and I think he started to sober up a bit. But that hope disappears when his face twisted into a deep hatred. Hatred for me.

"Dammit, bitch!" he yells. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. I let out a cry of pain and I'm sure I heard a crack. I try to wrench my hand from his grip to no avail. When did he get so damn strong?!

"W-what the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I scream as I struggle.

"I have given you everything, and now you just want to leave?!"

Okay, now I'm angry. "You?! Given me?! Who do you think works and pays for this house?! Who pays for the food while the other just lays around and gets drunk all day?! The only thing you've ever given me is a miserable life!"

"Shut the hell up!" he yells as he finally lets go, only to throws me up against the wall. If anything when I look back, he looks even angrier than before. And from what I could tell, he had defiantly broke my arm. Maybe he wasn't so harmless after all? I decide it's time for me leave, and fast. My mom's house isn't that far away...I got up and was heading for the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, bitch?!"

I turn around briefly to see him smash a beer bottle on the counter, making the ends very sharp...and possibly deadly. He lunges and I scream and duck, but he stills manages to cut a deep gouge over my right eye. I can feel the blood rush down my face as I run to the door. I fumble with the handle for a moment before I finally open the door and run outside. I don't bother looking behind me to see if he's following, but I can here him yelling. I can barely feel the rain that I just notice is pelting down as I sprint away. I have no idea where I'm going, but as long as it's away from here, I don't really care. I cradle my left arm as I run, the one I'm sure he broke.

I trip on a crack in the sidewalk a few blocks away from my house, and it didn't help that I was half blinded by the blood running over my eye. I fall on the hard pavement, and I feel a fire-like burning sensation up my arm. I attempted getting up, but I became incredibly dizzy and ended up falling back down again. Gods, you must have some hell of a grudge against me. But then again, why get up? The concrete suddenly felt really comfortable...and the rain felt so good on my heated skin...and if I die, who would really miss me?

"K-Kagome?!" I heard someone call my name. He sounded familiar...but he seemed so far away...

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What a lousy day. I just had to run out of ramen today, didn't I? Well, then again, it wasn't raining this had before I left. I ran to the store, and the sky was nearly clear. I run back out, and it's practically raining cats and dogs. What weird weather we have in Tokyo. I grumble to myself because I had left my umbrella at home before I take a random newspaper to use to cover my head. I take a deep breath before I sprint down the street to my apartment, bags full of ramen in tow. It didn't take that long before I spotted something on the sidewalk ahead of me. A...girl?! She laid face down on the concrete. What the hell...?! That's when I notice the trail of a thick, dark-red liquid that started from her head. I gulp as I realize that it's blood. Then she moves. I consider that as a an attempt to get up, but her arm shakes – the other I see is cradled to her chest – and she falls back down again. The way she lands I can see more of her face, and her eyes flutter slightly, letting me see the odd blue-gray color of them. Wait – those eyes, that face...

"K-Kagome?!" I say. Shocked would just be scratching the surface of what I feel right now. Her body slumps and I know that she's unconscious. I drop my bags so I could run up to her and kneel down, gently picking her up bridal style. I cringe when I see that large gash on her forehead. What the hell happened to her?! Why didn't that Hobo guy protect her?! ...unless...he was the one that did this...

I subconsciously tighten my hold on her. Even after over a year of not seeing her, the feeling of needing to protect her hasn't diminished. I could feel my scowl deepen, and my brow furrow. Even after all this time the thought of someone hurting her could still spark my furry. How dare he do that to Kagome?! I took a few turns and headed straight for the hospital. As I carried her through the near deserted streets, I could tell some of my old feelings rekindle. Okay...so I liked her. A lot. Actually, 'like' was inadequate. Rather, it was love, and I had made the mistake of leaving her for someone else. Was this the Gods way of a second chance...?

But no, after what I did to her, I don't deserve a second chance. She probably hates me right now. The last person she wants to wake up to is me, (well, actually that's probably Hobo) but it's not like I'd just leave her there to die! Even if she does hate me, I can't help it; I don't hate her. If she wants to, go ahead, scream and yell at me, I know I deserve it. I didn't realize it back then, but I loved her more than I ever thought possible. I thought that I loved someone else, but that only came clear to me after I had left. Wonderful timing, don't you say? If I could turn back time, I would.

I had finally reached the hospital. I burst through the doors, startling some of the nurses who were just standing around. I was soaked to the bone, and I could see that the bleeding of her wound still hadn't stopped. I was almost instantly swarmed with doctors and nurses, and I had to let go of Kagome so they could treat her gash. Dammit...Kagome you'd better be alright!

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I awoke, sore and incredibly confused. I was on something...soft? The last I remember I was laying on the hard sidewalk. Did I get abducted? More likely some good citizen called an ambulance. So...I was at the hospital? I opened my eyes, only to immediately close them again. Those lights are really bright.

"Ugh," I grunt. I feel something heavy on my stomach, though I couldn't possible imagine what it was.

"K-Kagome? Are...you awake?"

That voice again. Why does it sound so familiar? I remember hearing it just before I passed out...but to whom does it belong to? I feel like I should know who it is...it sounds like a voice from long ago...maybe if I saw him I would know him...?

I try to open my eyes again. I am blinded, but I blink a few times so it isn' t so bright. Everything fades into focus. I needn't turn my head, because he was hovering right above me. I studied his face. He had long, inky black hair that just about reached his waist. His eyebrows were furrowed as he frowned, giving off a worried expression. His violet eyes bored into mine, and why do I have this feeling that I've seen him before? I gasped as realization dawned on me.

"I-Inu...yasha?!"

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