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HERE IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF CAHCE OF A LIFETIME CHAPTER: 1

Hey guys! Here is my next fic, it is a Yoko/Kagome pairing, but at first it will seem like a one shot. I bought this fic off of Plots-a-Plenty. I hope you like it! Please send me ideas, and remember to review!

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Chance of a Lifetime: Chapter 1: The meeting

She ran, hands thrown in front of her face to protect herself from the drooping branches in her path. Her legs caught on numerous thorn bushes, but she ignored them. All she knew was that she had to run. Her soul was pushing her, urging her to run. And everyone knows you can't resist the call of your soul.

So she ran.

Her eyes were squinted, trying to see through the cracks in her fingers to see where exactly she was going. Every once in a while she'd get exhausted and try to turn back, but her soul wasn't having any of that. It'd give her new strength, and a surge of energy ran through her giving the extra boost she needed.

If only she knew what she was running for.

'Whatever it is, it must be important,' she thought, her legs beating on the ground faster than before. She looked down woefully at her clothes; they were tattered to oblivion. She groaned, but it came out more like a wheeze due to her dehydration. 'Mom's gonna kill me when I get home…If I get home, that is.' She was sure that at least one of her friends had noticed her prolonged disappearance. It was only a matter of time until they started to search for her. But how would they be able to search? She left them almost an hour ago; there wouldn't be any fresh clue to her whereabouts. Her head hung in dismay, cursing her sudden urge. She stared at her quickening feet. 'I'm almost there. I can feel it!' she thought, a new rush of hope flowing through her. She eagerly pumped her legs faster. 'The quicker I get there, the better. Then I'll have more time to try and find my way back before it gets dark.' With renewed force, she took in a deep breath and ran faster than she had ever run before. Her soul was lightening, the heavy burden on it being lifted.

She felt like laughing.

All of a sudden she was in a clearing by a stream. It was huge, the scenery breathtaking. She would have gasped if her lungs had any air in them. Her soul was jumping around, screaming out in joy. She was overwhelmed.

She was there.

'So this is what I was looking for.' She thought while her legs slowed down to a stop. As soon as they did, she collapsed. She clutched her shirt, right over her heart. She took deep breaths, replenishing the air in her lungs. After a few minutes of calming her heartbeat, she stood up shakily.

"I'm so worn out." She whimpered. She looked towards the stream. "Maybe a bath will help wake me up. Besides, I'm soaked to the bone with sweat." She made a disgusted face at her clothing, which was a shade darker than what it had been originally. Sluggishly, she made her way over to the stream. She stripped her clothes off and let them drop into the water. She was planning to wash them anyway. Slowly and carefully as so not to aggravate any sore muscles, she stepped into the stream. It was surprisingly warm. Wading into the thigh-deep water she sat down and began to wash off the sheen of sweat off her body, washing away the smell at the same time. It was the most relaxing bath she had ever taken.

'And with good reason, too.' She thought. She reached behind her and grabbed her clothes, which were floating on top of the water. She took one at a time, dipping them under the surface and rubbing vigorously together in her hands. After making sure each article of clothing had been washed of the stench, she let them rest on the shore to dry. Thankfully it was still only the afternoon, so they would be ready soon enough under the sun's warm rays. She stepped out of the water as well; because she had not brought anything with her she had no other way to dry off. She sat on the edge of the bank and brought her knees to her chest. The sudden loss of warmth the river was giving her made her shiver in the cool air. Wrapping her arms around herself she sighed.

"After I dry off I should probably start heading back. It's a long way judging by how long and hard I ran." She said to herself, staring wistfully into the water. "I just wish I knew why I came out here. All that this did for me was make me sweaty." She grimaced. "Maybe I'm supposed to learn perseverance? Or to follow my heart?" she squeezed her knees tighter to herself. "Yeah right. Get a grip, Kagome. You're not that stupid…or cheesy." She added as an afterthought. "Follow my heart…ha! If I only had one to follow." She winced at her own words. It still hurt to think about him. He had blatantly and unashamedly broken her spirit by saying four words.

'I love you… Kikyo.'

That day she had cried and cried and cried until she thought all the water in her body had been spent on tears. Refusing to return to the Feudal Era, she stayed at home for a week, trying to regain her wits to face him again. She made sure he couldn't get through by placing a sealing spell on the well. He was as angry as hell when she finally took the seal off, but at least she was healed enough to give him a good 'sit'. She chuckled at the memory. It always gave her so much pleasure to see his face pummeled into the ground. It wasn't nearly close enough to the hurt he had caused her, but it made her feel better nonetheless.

She reached out her hand and touched her clothes. They weren't perfectly dry, but dry enough. She gathered them in her arms and slipped into her clothing, shaking out a few stray droplets of water that had collected at the rim of her skirt. She brushed the wrinkles out of her shirt, and ran a hand through her hair. Sighing again she looked at the location where she had burst into the clearing from.

"A good a place to start as any," she said to herself.

"Or so you would think."

Kagome whirled around at the extremely masculine voice coming from behind her. Right behind her, in fact. When her head turned her nose met a well-chiseled chest. Her eyes flashed upward and she gasped when she saw gold. She tumbled backwards in an attempt to get away from whoever it was. She fell onto he ground, and began to crawl away from the mysterious man.

He chuckled, and she looked at his face. Once again she gasped. It was only now that she realized how handsome the stranger was. His silver-white hair flowed behind him and his fangs and claws glistened in the sun. The most prominent feature about him was his molten-gold eyes that took her and held her there, refusing her any more movement. She watched in fear as the beautiful man began to walk toward her, grinning like he had just won a prize.

She hoped she wasn't it.

He kneeled in front of her and her breath caught in her throat. He grabbed her chin with his hand and brought her face close to his. "Now, what is a pretty Miko like you doing out here all by yourself?" Her mouth opened, but no words came out. It was still very hard to breath. "Surely you would not come into the middle of a youkai forest all by your lonesome, and not carry some sort of protection?" His eyes traveled down her body, and she felt a blush rising to her cheeks. "Perhaps you have a hidden dagger under that kimono somewhere?" He chuckled and raised his eyes to hers again. "Or what's left of it?" Suddenly her mind clicked together and her lungs began to function again.

"Well excuse me, it's not like it's my fault or anything." She retorted, a frown gracing her features.

"Well, at least now I know you're not mute. I was beginning to get worried." The youkai grinned, revealing his fangs. She crawled backwards a few feet and stood up, brushing the dirt off of her skirt.

" Why do you care, you're just a passing by youkai. You don't even know my name." She replied matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest. The youkai stood up, easily towering over her.

"I was actually hoping you'd help me in that department." He bowed down, and Kagome couldn't help but notice the way his hair spilled over his shoulders perfectly. "I am Youko Kurama, at your service. But you can call me Youko, if it pleases you." Kagome frowned and turned away.

"Well, it doesn't, Youko Kurama, so I'll just be going now." She took a step forward but was stopped by an arm around her waist.

"I do believe the polite thing to do is to return your name if one is given to you." The man identified as Youko whispered in her ear. She gave an involuntary shudder.

"Well, I do believe that the polite thing to do is not to follow a girl around if she does not desire the company." She grimaced. The words hadn't sounded as strong as she wanted them to.

"I do not recall you saying you did not desire my company." She could practically hear his smirk.

"Well, I'm saying it now. I do not desire your company thank you very much, so I'm going to-" she tried to move again but his arm wrapped around her tighter than before.

"Usually I would heed to a woman's word, but I'm afraid in your case I'll make an exception." His lips brushed against the ridge of her ear and she shuddered again. She began to struggle against his hold in an attempt to get away.

"And why is that?" she winced as her voice cracked. She began to wriggle and squirm, but he simply pulled her closer to him.

"Because your body betrays your every word." His free hand ran down her arm. "I can tell you don't want to leave…" His hot breath caressed her neck and she shivered, cursing her weak resistance. "…But instead you want to stay. You want to stay very badly." He began to kiss a path from behind her ear to her shoulder. Her knees were shaking badly and her breathing was labored.

"W-why are you doing this?" she asked, clutching the arm that stopped her from collapsing. He could feel him smirk against her skin. But instead of answering, he asked a different question.

"What is your name?" Kagome squeaked when his hand began to travel up her shirt. She hesitated answering, squirming under the feather-light kisses he was placing on her neck. "What is your name?" He repeated, this time more urgently. His hand stopped right below her breast, tracing small circles with his claws underneath them. Kagome squeaked again, but conceded to his request.

"Ka-Kagome. M-my name is Kagome." She whispered so quietly she wasn't sure he heard. But apparently he did, because a second later they were both on the ground, his lips pressed against hers. She welcomed the kiss, and parted her lips when his tongue silently urged them to. His hand traveled back up her shirt, and he began to knead her breast. She arched into his touch and momentarily broke the kiss to catch her breath. He nibbled on her bottom lip, and smiled when she moaned loudly.

He decided he was going to enjoy hearing that sound.

He kissed her again when she had caught her breath putting his tongue in her mouth tasting every inch of his little morsel. He put his hand on top of her shirt and started unbuttoning it slowly, while never breaking the kiss. When her top was of he removed her bra, and licked her breast slowly covering every voluptuous inch of it but never touching the nipple, which was rock hard begging for attention. He did the same to the other breast never touching the nipple.

He then went back to the first breast, kissed her nipple, then latched on sucking her nipple like a milk deprived child. He continued his ministrations on the other breast causing her to moan loudly unable to stop because of the pleasure he was giving. He then started kissing and licking his way down her stomach, stopping at her belly button swirling his tongue inside causing her to lightly giggle because she was ticklish. He then went back up to her throat nipping and licking there while his hand went ever lower.

His hand then pulled off her skirt and underwear while brushing her entrance ever so gently with his claws. She gasped as he inserted one finger into her slowly. She started moaning as he started pumping his finger into her, adding another finger to the mix. He was really enjoying these sounds that this little miko was making. She groaned his name as she had her first orgasm.

He lifted his hand and licked it clean of the tasty juices. He then positioned himself at her entrance with his erect tip in the front folds of her entrance. He paused for a moment, concerned that the pain of losing her innocence would be to much for this ddelicate creature. With one swift thrust he shoved himself into her, causing her to gasp at his length, and the pain of losing her virginity. Once she had adjusted he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, but as he went on her moans and meeting thrusts were too much for him and his instincts took over as he began pounding himself into her with his youkai speed and strength.

She could no longer keep up with him so she just enjoyed the feeling of immense pleasure he was giving her by following his instincts. She was still trying to grasp the fact that she was here having sex with an almost complete stranger, who would probably kill her when this was over. She no longer cared since her mind was now so clouded with pleasure that she could only see his face.

She wanted this so badly, needed release so badly...

With one final thrust they both came at the same time with her moaning "YOKO!", and with him groaning loudly a broken version of her name as he came. He held himself up an inch above her flushed, passion-filled skin so as not to crush his beauty. He just couldn't let go of her just yet. She then fell into the welcoming depths of sleep seeing and hearing nothing except his face, and his smooth voice.

After a couple of minutes Yoko got up and dressed himself after one of his many one night stands, and turned to her. He dressed her with the strange clothes she had been wearing, and laid her by her strange pack. He got up to go, and looked at her on last time. She really was a beauty. Yoko had the strangest feeling of, dare he say it, attachment when he looked at her, but he shrugged it off wanting to leave before she awoke.

The Next Morning

Kagome woke up the next morning with a start. Someone was calling her name. She sat up and looked around. She was in the middle of a clearing. She frowned. 'Where am I?' she thought groggily. She yawned and ran last night through her mind. She stopped yawning with a gasp. 'Oh my god! Last night! Youko and I-' She looked around frantically but found no trace of the handsome kitsune.

She stood up, turning around to look again. Still nothing. She held her hand up to her beating heart and took a deep breath.

Inside she was disappointed that he had left. But she also felt it was for the best. Both of them had understood that last night was… not permanent. It was a once in a lifetime chance, and they both took it. Nothing more.

Or at least she wished to believe.

"Kagome!" she heard her name again, this time closer. She turned to the left and saw her companions come crashing through the bushes. She smiled when she saw them.

"Hey you guy-"

"MOMMA!" A large red fur ball crashed into her stomach and she fell down from the impact. She looked down to see Shippo's small face peeking up at her.

"Momma we were so worried! We found your bag by the well and you weren't at home, and InuYasha couldn't find your scent, and then... I MISSED YOU MOMMA!" He pushed his face into her stomach and clutched her shirt. She smiled down at him and rubbed his head.

"Don't worry Shippo. I'm here." She picked up the fur ball and lifted him onto her shoulder. She stood up only to be bombarded by hugs once again.

"Kagome! We were searching for you all day! Why did you come out here?" Sango cried, clearly concerned for her friend. Kagome hugged her back but frowned.

"I actually don't know myself." Sango let go and looked at her strangely. Kagome waved her hand. "I'll explain on the way back." She gave her a reassuring smile and walked over to Miroku.

"Ah, Miss Kagome, I must say that I was anxious on your return as well." Kagome saw his hand twitch. She smiled nervously and slowly inched away. She turned to look at InuYasha to see him sniffing the air curiously. Her eyes widened.

'Oh no! He can smell-!'

"Okay, nice to see you InuYasha, I think I should probably get back home, so let's go!" she said quickly, grabbing her pack that InuYasha had brought, and began to run out of the clearing.

"KAGOME!" Kagome squealed and ran faster, aware of the quickly approaching Hanyou behind her. On her shoulder, Shippo hung on for his life.

Youko, from the safety of the trees, chuckled as he watched the scene unfold. Kagome was going to be in serious trouble when the Hanyou caught up to her. He could tell he was the possessive type, much like every other dog youkai out there. He shrugged. Not his problem anyway. He took one last glance at Kagome's retreating form and smiled.

'Goodbye Kagome. Forever.' With that last thought, the silver fox disappeared without any intention of ever seeing Kagome again.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Anemone

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Chapter 1: The meeting