Author's Notes: Hey all. Now, before you jump on me about finishing YITM, don't worry, I'm still actively working on it. I just had to get this out there as well.

What is 'this' exactly? So I have all these bundled up ideas in my head for fics that I'll probably never write in my life because let's face it, it's taken me 5 years to get this far into YITM, and I'm like, only halfway done. So I've decided to get them all out when they strike into one spot. I'd like you to think of these as prompts. That is, if you like the initial idea, feel free to run with it. I'd love to see what you come up with, because I'm not doing a damned thing with it. The only thing I ask of you is that you mention this collection as where you got the prompt from. That's it. Other than that, go crazy.

Most of this will be Inuyasha/Kagome, with maybe some Sango/Miroku thrown in if I'm feeling like it. They will all be (hopefully!) under 1,000 words (not counting these incredibly long author's notes).

Please realize there is almost zero chance of me taking these and turning them into anything lengthy where you get closure. I leave that up to you. :)

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Save 1: Take my Hand
Futuristic AU

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Kagome huddled in the corner, squished between a giant desk and a file cabinet, which had been shoved haphazardly together, along with other assorted office furniture, collecting dust. She shivered and desperately tried to regulate her breathing, concentrating on sucking air in and out of her nose rather than the panicked gasps she wanted to take through her mouth instead.

Her shivering continued. Her ink-black hair was matted and wet and stuck to her cheeks and her neck. She pushed it away from her face, wishing she had a hair tie to pull it back with. Her clothes were soaking, but there was nothing she could do about that. She wasn't about to get naked and attempt to change right here, now, while they were coming for her.

The youkai pack had been right on her trail, it was a miracle she seemed to get so far ahead of them at the river, but it was only a matter of time, really, before they caught her scent again and tracked her down. Kagome was pretty sure she covered her tracks well, as she had been doing since this whole ordeal started, but she could never be too sure, and this morning had been a close call.

Too close.

The door to the building opened. She heard the sharp ring of the crash bar as they entered the building. She was a story above them, just up the stairs and the first room on the right. She maneuvered her body as best she could so she had a line of sight through the doorway and into the hall, where the early morning light streamed in through the windows. She was uncomfortable, but since they were coming for her, did it really matter?

No, it did not. And she'd be damned if she was going to go down without a fight. She wanted to see the bastard's faces, wanted to know who she would have to haunt in the afterlife once they finished with her.

She tried desperately to quell the desperate, panicked gasps that rose up in her chest as a figure stepped into her line of sight, the sunlight creating a silhouette around his shape. He was tall and fit, but that's all she could tell at the moment. She saw him turn towards the room, heard him sniff, loud and long. He chuckled.

Asshole.

As fast as she dared, she reached into her bag and grabbed an arrow. She'd lost her bow in the river. Such a rookie mistake; she was kicking herself for it now. Her grip tightened around the smooth, rounded shaft, ready to drive it as hard as she could into his jugular.

He seemed to be alone as he walked casually into the room and past her peek-hole, but his pack had to be downstairs. Youkai were never without their packs. She had a few more arrows, but not enough, and she sure wasn't quick enough to take them all down without her bow, anyway.

Her muscles tensed as she got ready to strike.

He leaned over the desk, yellow eyes wide and blinking, his white, fluffy dog ears trained at attention in her direction.

Kagome gasped. She dropped the arrow she was holding.

"No… No way," she breathed, because it was impossible. He was impossible. She stood upright from her spot, her jaw dropping. Just looking at him, she could tell. His eyes, his ears, just… just his face. She'd only heard stories, but they were just that: Stories. Whispers and wives tales about a combined race that fought for human freedom.

He wasn't youkai… He was-

"Hanyou…" she breathed, barely believing the words as they fell from her lips.

He reached out with a clawed hand, fingernails sharp and pointed and gleaming in the sun filtering through the hallway windows.

"My name is Inuyasha," he said, looking proficient in his combat get-up, "and you should take my hand if you want to live."

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There we are, prompt one done. Please let me know what you think! I would like to fill this up with 365 prompts, that's the goal, and in my own sweet time, too. Sorry it's a cliffhanger, but hopefully someone comes along and picks it up and has fun with it!

Thanks for reading! If you haven't yet, go check out YITM, there's like 115k words to that one so far, much less annoying than 600-some words.

SugarRos