A Note to my Readers: This story won't have the happy, funny note the majority of my work has; Writing these sort of became therapeutic for me, so yes, they will be a mit sad.

Amidst the Thunder

Breeze

Kagome was standing at the top of a spire, looking down at the rest of the world as the wind whipped her hair with furious intent.

It brought forth faded memories of different views, softer winds. Pale lips that would ghost over flesh in the dark. The barely-there touch of fingertips that would trace patterns on the small of her back.

For the life of her, she couldn't remember him. Couldn't remember if he was real, or just a breeze that passed over heated skin in a mockery of intimacy while she slept.

Kagome didn't know why wind that might knock her to her doom if she wasn't careful made her remember those nights, when nothing else could.

She uselessly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, which flew forward again almost immediately, and stared out at the scenery.

Note: These first 8 chapters have been Beta'd by Creature of Shadow, who is really lovely, and I thank profusely for doing this for me, as my usual beta, R.M. Avalon is on vacation. Again, thank you.