Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Not me. Though who would ever mistake me for owning Inuyasha?

Summery: AU. There is talk of an angel in Tokyo, and an assassination attempt on one of Inutashio's sons. After years spent apart, Inuyasha living a life of privilege and hardships and Kagome fighting to survive, can fate bring these two back together?

Chapter One – Run, Run, Run as Fast as You Can

The Meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

-Carl Jung

She briefly wondered how it would feel to be kissed by his lips, to hear his voice directed at her, his hard golden eyes soften to warm amber when they land on her, if only for a moment. She would make that moment last for the rest of her life.

But it would be hard to kiss nothing and she grudgingly admitted that she was nothing. She had spent years being ignored by her classmates and teachers, but what really convinced her was Him. Getting beat, and all they while having your tormentor call you nothing, being treated as something subhuman for two years had showed her how worthless she really was. But really it wasn't the abuse that convinced her, she was stronger than that, it was the fact that no one noticed, no one asked or seemed to care.

When she had first moved in with him, she withstood the beatings because she was scared he would go after Sota if she fought but also because she held a hope so bright and naïve that someone would notice the bruises and ask, "Are you alright?" But with every new punch, kick, slap, stomp, with every crack of the whip and crunch of bone, her hope dimmed and finally died. Then she took the beatings only for Sota. She held no dream of a white knight coming to her rescue.

But to keep her sane, she created fantasies of a silver haired young man that held her, kissed her. Saw her. It kept a small part of her old self flickering inside. So what if they were girlish, and destined to never even enter the realm of possibility. The only down side to her fantasies was that she had to watch him act them out with someone else, as she watched from the shadows. That is a whole different kind of torture, she quickly learned.

She supposes her whole fixation about Inuyasha came from the fact that they had been best friends once upon a time. When he had showed up in the middle of first grade, everyone had shunned him because of his mixed heritage. It was the time before it was okay in society to be a hanyou, a violent and disturbing part of time.

And though Kagome had heard everything they said about him, she was too little to understand why no one seemed to like the little boy with cute little dog ears and sad gold eyes. She had invited him to sit next to her and he had stared at her like she was an alien talking a foreign language. When he continued to just stand there, staring at her, she grabbed his hand and tugged him over to her table. He jerked as if an electric shock went through him and she thought he muttered, "Okay, okay. Stubborn bitch." Kagome chose to ignore his potty mouth and when recess came, had defended him when Koga had started to pick a fight with him. They quickly became friends after that, both of them defending the other, and keeping each other company as they were both ignored by their classmates.

As they became better friends, they had taken the swings as theirs, going to them every recess. In forth grade they had been at the swings as usual, Inuyasha sitting and Kagome gently swinging, he had confessed to hating his flowing white hair, amber eyes, and puppy dog ears that swiveled even when he slept. He hated them because they marked him as hanyou, as a half-breed.

Kagome had come to a grinding halt beside her friend, her brown eyes wide and innocent. "But Inuyasha," Kagome had exclaimed, reaching out a hand to rub his ears, "they're adorable! Besides you're hair and eyes are pretty." She had smiled brightly at him, still rubbing his ears.

Inuyasha had been startled, jerking his head up to stare open mouthed at her. As they looked at each other, Inuyasha had started to purr, a soft, gentle sound. Kagome giggled, breaking him out of his trance. He pulled his soft, furry ears out of her touch, a deep red blush gracing his cheeks. Kagome had felt her blush climb up her face, her words replaying in her head.

An awkward silence had fallen between them, both refusing to look at the other. Kagome was berating herself for what she had said when warm, slightly rough fingers had clasp her hand in a tight clasp. Her eyes jumping to him, she was surprised to see him softly smiling. He had let go and started to swing, pretending that she hadn't said anything embarrassing. But Kagome had caught him smiling to himself through out the day. After that, when they were alone in their bedrooms or somewhere else, Inuyasha would allow her to pet his ears, eventually even letting her brush his hair.

She could still remember her first day of sixth grade, how happy she was to finally see Inuyasha again after three months apart. That summer had been a hard one, the first they had spent apart since first grade. In fact they hadn't spent more than three days apart since first grade.

Kagome had spent her summer in America, visiting her aunt that had moved there. And though she loved her aunt, she was happy her family was returning to Japan so she could see Inuyasha again. But while she had been away something had happened in Japan. When talking to Inuyasha on the phone he had sounded happy, and carefree, in fact he had rushed her off the phone the last few times they had talked. Kagome figured she would tell him off, then forgive him once he did that cute little whine in the back of his throat that she loved.

But when she walked through the door to her classroom, she was shocked to see Inuyasha in the middle of a group of smiling, laughing kids. And he was laughing with them, his eyes shining in that way that he had only done before with her. He had spotted her and broke away from the group, coming to her giving her a hug, rambling on about how everything had changed, the brightest smile she had ever seen gracing his lips.

She had felt both happy and sad; happy that Inuyasha was finally accepted by his peers but sad that she would now have to share her friend. Inuyasha became popular very fast, and Kagome became jealous of the girls that gave him goo goo eyes and annoyed at how he would practically bloat with his ego. But as the weeks went by, Inuyasha started to become more distant, and when she tried to talk with him about it, he would become angry. It usually ended with her in tears, and him stomping away. Eventually she would spend her recesses alone, silently sitting in a swing.

Everyone ignored her, pretending that she wasn't there. It had been that way ever since first grade but it wasn't that bad before because she had Inuyasha to talk to, to play with. But now he was avoiding her.

"Why doesn't anyone want to be your friend, Kagome? Why does everyone ignore you?" He had asked once in a slightly accusing tone. He stood over her, scowling waiting for her answer, his mouth scrunched into a thin line. But she refused to answer him and he had grown mad, his ears twitching like mad. He didn't understand why she refused to tell him. She couldn't hurt him, couldn't tell him that it was because of him that they refused to be her friend. It seemed that it was okay to befriend Inuyasha now that it was acceptable but they couldn't forgive her for choosing him over all of them, over her own kind. She couldn't so she took his yelling and ranting, and was hardly surprised when he ignored her for the first time the next day.

"Inuyasha, can we please talk?" She begged him, but he had ignored her. She kept asking, pleading with him to just talk to her. In her head she was crying, breaking, yelling at him not to ignore her, to stay her friend.

"Why don't you stop being a big baby? Stop whining and being a bitch." He had turned on her, his words cutting away at her skin. He mocked her in front of his new friends, and amid their laughter she walked away. For a second she thought she saw remorse clouding his eyes, but as his laughter was added to theirs she figured she just imagined it.

For a while she had to deal with the taunts, but as those grew old, everyone just ignored her. She adapted to being invisible, sticking to corners and end of the lines, trying to pretend that it didn't hurt, that nothing hurt.

Soon no one paid her any mind, even teachers. After a few years it just became the thing to do to ignore the nothing girl. It became so natural that people didn't even now they did it. She noticed though, it still hurt every time, from sixth grade to a senior in high school.

Kagome moaned softly, leaning against a tree to catch her breath, praying her wounds wouldn't open and start bleeding again. She had also grown accustomed to pain in these long years.

The year her grandfather died, two years after her parents, she and her brother were shipped to Naraku as his foster kids. That was when she learned the true nature of pain, a feeling so powerful that you wished for death, prayed for oblivion. But she refused to give in because she couldn't leave her brother. The first time Naraku had touched Soda, Kagome had snuck him away and shipped him off to her aunt in America. She said she could take one of them from the start but they wanted to stay together, but that was no longer an option. After seeing him onto the plane, and a teary good bye, Kagome had runaway from her foster home, never looking back.

Her heart was beating so hard it hurt, her mouth a dry desert. She took a quick inventory of her body, happy to find that she wasn't that hurt. A miracle.

There was one good thing about her, and Kagome thanked god every day she was born one. She was a miko, a miko with an extraordinary talent at healing. Which is a good thing, other wise she would of perished a long time ago. She didn't really think about her powers until Naraku. She had to learn a lot of things very quickly to stay alive. She learned to mask her scent, to make barriers, to purify and heal by touch. And even though she would never be able to get enough courage to use them, she learned to conjure weapons out of thin air.

"Kagome . . . I know your there." The hiss wrapped around her, raising the hair on the back of her neck. The very sound radiated evil.

Kagome's eyes opened wide, fear dilating them, terror stalling her breath. She quickly secured the barrier that masked her scent and the one that glowed a soft pink behind her. Then as silent as a mouse, ran away. He would never take her back she would rather die.

Kagome ran through the forest that had been her haven for two years, the trees flashing by in a blur. Her lungs burned and her legs screamed but she didn't dare stop to take another rest, afraid he would catch her. Up ahead she could see the forest clearing and then she was out of the forest and running toward the brightly lit city. It was two in the morning but the city was still lit up, glowing lightly in the night.

She could hear her heart beat in her ears, her breath jagged as she ran. When she finally reached the towering buildings with the shadows thick in between, she could breath a little easier. She was safe for now.

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- Dream-Walker1436