Chapter 1

The Beginning: Flashbacks and Meetings

Kagome came home screaming about some demon that had visited her that day at school. Her mom, grandpa, and little brother thought of her as crazy. They had never believed that she was actually telling the truth about all of this. They simply told her that is was her imagination.

Everyday, her mother would get a call from Kagome's school. She couldn't believe the crap that they were telling her. Her daughter would never say such things; never do such things in class. Her grandpa blamed it on the well; he always said that strange things always happened around it, especially when Kagome was born.

"Mom! Mom!" Kagome said one day, screaming once again. It wasn't unusual to hear Kagome come home and scream. Especially about this strange demon.

"Kagome, what?" her mother sighed. She hated doing this, hearing about this demon that looked like a dog and had silver hair. Kagome's teachers told her that there was a boy in class with silver hair, but he wasn't a demon. Kagome never believed this of course, and her mother soon got worried about Kagome's health.

"Mom, the...boy in...class...He... wants to... come over...and see...the well!" Kagome said in multiple breaths. "Can he? Please!"

Her mother knew that she wouldn't win. Kagome always won these pleading contests. She never gave up. "I guess he can come over," her mother said without arguing, for once. She had to see what the ruckus was about with this boy. The one with the silver hair. She had also heard that he was an orphan, or rather, is an orphan.

"Really! He can?" Kagome's eyes got wide as she heard this. "Thank you! Thank you, mommy! I love you!" She paused. The bell rang and Kagome squealed. "He's here!" She then ran to the front door.

Running to the door, she swung it open and squealed again. She yelled his name.

But she couldn't remember what it was. She had this dream, this flashback of a time when she was obsessed with a little boy she thought to have been a demon. Now at the age of 16, she knew better than to think such foolish things. They were fake, and she never could remember that name. Why? It had always gave her a sense of comfort every time she said it, heard it, or even saw the little boy.

"Kagome! Time to get up and go to school!" her mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!" she yelled, getting out of bed and starting off, yet again, the same way she had for the past eight years.

At school, Kagome went to class and talked with her friends. A normal everyday activity in Kagome's mind, but something was always missing.

"Kagome!" Hojo said, running up breathless beside her. "H-how was your Spring Break?" Asking how Kagome's weekends, breaks, or any out-of-school days were, was what Hojo asked all the time.

"Fine, and yours?" she asked, looking for a second at him, then back at her friends.

"Fine," he answered barely above a whisper and right after she walked away.

Kagome's day went like this for about the rest of the day. Occasional daydreams in class, but nothing to special. She was bored and couldn't understand what they were teaching half the time in class anyway. It was just too much for her to bear.

But she made it through and went straight home, to find her mother standing in the doorway. She was pale and looked a bit frightened.

"Mom? You okay?" she asked. Kagome looked quite shocked at her mother's expressions. She had never seen her like this, well, except when she came home everyday as a child to tell about the "demon boy."

"S-s-someone's here to see you dear," her mother answered weakly, "and I'm fine, honey." A weak smile now came to her mother's face.

"Oookay... Who is it?" Kagome asked. She never had unexpected guests come to the house, just her friends and maybe a cat or two.

Kagome then walked inside to find the house not quite as clean as it was when she left that morning to school.

Standing there was a man. Not just any man, but a demon. Or so Kagome thought that's what he was. He had silver hair, just like the little boy from her past, and tattoos on his face that looked like they could have resembled scars. He also had some sort of a goblin type creature with him. Kagome could have sworn that she had seen him before. Then it hit her! Her dreams of a world full of demons and demon killers. He was one of those demons. Sesho...No...Seshoum... No again, I know! Sesshoumaru! The name came to her instantly.