A/N: Okay, so this story was was started a long time ago. Years really. I think I had started this in like, eighth grade or something but it ended up lost in the never ending pile of papers I have. I recently found it, and thought I should continue it since stories deserve some sort of ending, messed up or not. So I hope you enjoy this new (old really) story.


Your mind may forget
Your heart may remember
Even when you are lost, keep your mind set
Take back what was taken, do not it surrender

If you do, it will cost
Your own memory of the heart
Will you lose what is not yet lost?

Chapter 1

Kagome sat a little farther away from the rest of the group, brooding even when the day at present should have been enjoyed. The sky was a rare azure, the clouds white and plush, the breeze fresh and comforting; and yet, she was far from comforted. Inuyasha had once again deserted them in favor of meeting Kikyo. She shouldn't have been so surprised: he always goes. Still, that didn't mean the pain would lessen at the predictability of his actions. On the contrary, it seemed to worsen the pain. Hating the pain in her chest, that sharp, insistent pain, she buried her face in her arms and pulled her knees closer to her chest.

A little distance away, her friends watched her hurting form, Sango more than a little angry at the insensitive hanyou. How could her leave her like this every single time the dead priestess coaxed him to come to her? She stood and walked over to her friend, sitting beside her once she reached Kagome's small form.

"Hey," Sango gently began.

"Hi Sango," the raven haired girl murmured in reply, peeking out from her protective arms.

"You know, Kagome, I admire you," Sango admitted, "for being able to deal with this. A lot of people couldn't do it."

"I don't know whether that should comfort me or make me see that it's a pointless battle," Kagome replied with a small laugh.

"It should be a comfort," said Sango. "But it's not good for you to mull over it like this. Come back over here with us."

Kagome looked up at the slayer, smiling lightly at the gentle woman.

"Alright. I guess I shouldn't let it keep getting to me every time he leaves."

Both women stood and walked to the others, Kagome walking slightly behind Sango.

Suddenly, the world began to tilt and sway dangerously, her head feeling like it was being split open in two. She began to wobble and slow, the world gradually going from blurry to pitch black. Before half a minute passed, before even taking ten steps forward, Kagome spiraled down into unconsciousness, falling to the floor without getting back up.

"Sango!" Miroku cried.

"What, monk?" she called. Upon looking at his blue eyes staring at the space behind her in fear, she turned quickly only to find Kagome no longer behind her. Said girl was sprawled on the floor, her face the slightest bit contorted with pain.

"Kagome!"


A/N: Huh. It looks a lot longer on Word Processor, so I'm sorry if you guys thought it was really short. Actually, I hope this story goes well. Sometimes I'll write something and though it sounds good in the beginning, it slowly starts going downhill and it sucks. By the way, the weird poem thing at the beginning was my own creation since I was into that at the time of this story's creation and it kind of went with it so I just decided to add it in. Reviews would be very much appreciated as well as constructive criticism as the story progresses.

Oh, and for those reading my other story, I apologize for the lack of a second chapter. I'm kind of stuck because I introduced Koga and I didn't know what to do after that ^-^;; It's kind of awkward because I've never really added Koga into anything, and since I haven't watched/read the series, writing his character is a bit hard for me. So I'm very much sorry and I'll try to update when I can. Thank you for your patience!