Sammy says: Hello all! I'm alive! Barely, but it still counts. I was violently ill the past week, so I apologize for not having the next chapter up. I already sent it to my beta, IcarusWing, who has yet to get back to me. In the mean time, enjoy this. It's Sesshomaru and OC. It takes place both before and after Naraku is defeated.

This is the prologue. EAT IT. *^*

Disclaimer: Shut up and let me tell my damn story… Shouldn't just the word "Disclaimer" be enough? NO OWNIES! STOP MAKING ME SAD!

It makes virtually no sense.

At all.

Kagome had said she had no idea what would happen to Sesshomaru after she left the warring states era of Japan. I'd questioned her profusely, demanding, lamenting, weeping, and eventually breaking down all together when she couldn't give me an answer.

But now, after she's left for the past and we've said our good-byes a final time, here he is. Just as beautiful as I remember from the time I got trapped on the other side of the well.

"How…" I can't even form a coherent sentence, my shock is so great. I can barely process the silver haired immortal before me.

His signature smirk is almost disappeared before my eyes. I can hardly believe—I mean, after all of this time…

"You still remembered me…?"

At that, his smirk is back with a passion. "You did say something about a dog never forgetting its first master…"

I blush, remembering my heated discussion with Shippou, Miroku, Sango, and Kagome. It was about Inuyasha and his unwillingness to let Kikyo go, even after the undead wench had finally—finally died and given back Kagome the piece of her soul that had been taken away from her way back in the beginning. Apparently, Rin had overheard the conversation, asking later if it meant I was Sesshomaru's fist master because he always somehow, ended up returning to me.

I nod, burying my heated face in my hands. "I'm sorry about that… Children," I whisper a smile lighting my face slightly, though he can't see it. "In all their innocent cruelty…"

"So it's no longer a sin?" He asks, sitting at the side of my bed.

"Innocence is still a sin." I tell him, looking up at the demon through veiled lashes. "That will never change."

"But times have changed so, spitfire." He motions to everything surrounding us.

I can't help but smile. Mioga called me that—excessively. My flare for dancing with a blade had most certainly earned me the title. I was the first human ever to hold my own against Sesshomaru.

Well, at least when he wasn't attacking with magic…

"I miss it," I say, laying on my back. I'm not afraid of him taking advantage of me. Not anymore. "Being in the past, I mean."

"As do I…" He leans back next to me, pulling me closer.

This shocks me. I remember a Sesshomaru who couldn't stand physical contact. He'd been made profusely angered the one time I had tried to touch him.

The one time I succeeded, at any rate.

I pillow my head on his shoulder, surprised to find him dressed in modern clothing. He offers no explanation, as is often the case with him, and silently stares at the ceiling.

"If…" I muse aloud, unsure at first, but slowly gaining confidence. "If it were possible for me to back to back then… to talk to you, and be with you for a little while…"

I note the way his body stiffens next to mine, and begin attempting to talk myself out of this potentially bad situation. "It's just a thought, I—"

He speaks so quietly I almost don't hear him. "I could do that… for a couple of hours… It'd shatter like a dream afterward, though…"

I sit up, looking down at him. The view, it's like tunnel vision created by my mid-back length hair. "Do it." I demand. "I have something I need to tell you back then."

He pushes himself up, one hand tangling in the flat-ironed red tresses that are so rare for this part of the world. Binging them to his lips he haltingly makes eye contact, liquid gold connecting with vibrant green.

And this he grants me.

It's like falling with out the air around you changing. And suddenly.

I stop.

I'm in a forest—that forest.

Gathering my bearings, I all-but hit the ground running.

I can not afford to mess this up.

Not again…

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