Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own Myste. She's gonna end up appearing in lots of my fics.

Author's Note: This isn't my first fic, but it's my first Inuyasha fic. I have a lot of Gundam Wing fics, but I haven't transferred them to Fanfiction.net yet. I'm gonna do that soon though. Oh, and I need all you readers out there to review, whether its good or bad. 'Cause if nobody tells me that they're reading it, I'll probably forget that I even wrote this fic. And if nobody keeps telling me to write more chapters, then I'll never get around to writing them. But, like I said, if you don't like the fic, then review me and tell me that you don't like it. It would make me feel so much better just knowing that someone bothered to read my fic. Okay! Now on to the story!

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Inuyasha sighed. It had been 20 years since his friends had died in that battle against the half-demon Naraku. He missed them all so much: Miroku, the lecherous monk with the hellhole in his hand that would have eventually cost him his life, if he had survived to meet that fate; Sango, the demon hunter, who, along with Kirara, a cat demon, was out to avenge her annihilated village against Naraku; Shippo, the orphaned kitsune, whose favorite pastime was annoying Inuyasha; but most of all Kagome, the priestess from another time who was born to protect the Shikon Jewel. He had fallen in love with her. She had been the reincarnation of Kikyo, another priestess who was destined to watch over the Shikon no Tama. Another priestess that he had loved. Because of this instance of reincarnation, Inuyasha couldn't help but wonder whether or not there was going to be a new addition to this string of incarnations. 'Well, no matter what the answer is it won't change the fact that Kagome, not to mention everyone else, is dead,' he thought bitterly.

Memories of the battle remained vivid in his mind and haunted his dreams. He could hear the clash of weapons and the howling of Miroku's wind tunnel, as demons journeyed on a one way trip to their doom. He could recognize the reeking stench of sweat, and of blood, and of decaying corpses. He could feel the sweat streaming down his face and the blood gushing out of his wounds, as well as the demonic auras of his opponents; some auras stronger than others, but each of them creating a perfect target for his sword, the legendary Tetsusaiga, capable killing a hundred demons with one stroke. He could taste Naraku's venomous vapors hanging heavily in the air all around him, around the entire battlefield. He could see the destruction and the death that was going on in every direction. Inuyasha again thought to himself, this time with a certain grief in his voice, 'The only good that ever came out of this warfare is the death of Naraku. I didn't even manage to salvage the Jewel. It was destroyed when Kagome died. But, if Kagome is reincarnated, I'll make sure that I stand by her and protect her until my end. I'll do for her what I couldn't manage to do for Kagome.' With that settled, Inuyasha lay down in a branch of the god-tree, and fell asleep.

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Okay! I can't come up with any more ideas at the moment, so please review! Thanx! By the way, this fic is gonna be proof that I actually DO pay attention in English class!