Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. They all belong to Rumiko Takahashi, my hero!

Note: Hey folks, I know I already finished this and it's already all posted –but I re-read it recently and I saw I had tons of mistakes and I didn't explain lots of things as properly as I should have. That's why I'm re-writing it! I'll try and make all the chapters longer and I'll explain things… All in all, I'll try and improve it:D

Introduction

When I think back to that time, I think of all the sadness I felt. I also think of all the sadness he felt as well. I had felt like a piece of me had been taken from me –like God had ripped it from me. I had felt betrayed, depressed, lost, confused… and in the middle of all those feelings, I felt love.
So this is my story. I am going to tell it to you –and I hope you listen. It all started in February of my Grade ten year. February Eighteenth, to be exact.
I had woken in the middle of the night. I felt weird… Kind of like something had just happened. Something big. I heard a noise down stairs –and it kind of sounded like… sobbing?
As I hopped out of bed, I glanced at the clock. 3:32 AM. Why would someone in my family be crying at this time? I opened the door to my room and peeked out. Once I had opened the door, the sobbing had sounded much louder. Like screaming sobs. Fear grew inside of me. Something had to be seriously wrong. I slipped down the stairs to the front hall. I tiptoed over to the sliding doors to the living room. I peeked through the glass panes on the door. My mother and father were in there.
I slid open the doors, and stared at the scene before me. My mother was on her knees with her face in her hands –she was the one doing the screaming sobs. She looked just like a child. Her shoulders were shaking violently with each sob, and she seemed to be rocking back in forth slightly. Something must be terribly wrong.
My father was sitting in the chair with the side table next to it that had the phone on it. His legs looked like the had just given way and it was lucky the chair was there. His one hand was gripping the chair, making the knuckles turn white. His other hand held the phone in his hand. His face was pale and it seemed tears were slipping down his face.
I felt like I couldn't move, staring at my two parents likes this. What could've brought something like this one? My eyes were wide, and I finally was able to make my self move. I knelt down by my mother and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She looked up at me, and I finally saw her face. It was red from crying so much, and her eyes were puffed up. Tears streamed down her face. She hiccupped with each sob, and she seemed to be trying to say something.
"Oh Kagome… She's… She's… Gone!" She finally got out before burying her face in my shoulder, while beginning to sob harder. My mother was a interior designer. She loved bright colors and to dance –she was a very happy woman all the time. I'd never seen her so upset! And who was she talking about? Who was gone?
I looked up at my father. I was scared. My insides felt like they were tightening in fear. What could've happened?
My father was still on the phone. "Y-yes… Thank you officer…" He said into the phone quietly. He paused for a second. "No, there's no need for that. We'll be fine…" Another pause. "Yes we'll… Come by to see… Yes. Goodbye…" He hung up the phone then.
He seemed to cry even more then, and he placed his face in his hands. His body seemed to slump into the chair.
"Dad…?" I whispered.
He lifted his face from his hands and stared at me.
"Kagome, I just got some news… From the police." He said.
My eyes widened. The police? What could've happened? Oh no!
"Kikyo… Kikyo was in a car accident… She…" He stopped then and took an intake of breath. "She didn't make it."
No. NO! How could Kikyo die? This wasn't possible! How could this happen… No, this had to be a dream. I pushed my mom away from me and backed away from them. I turned to the wall behind me. If this was a dream, and I banged my head against the wall, it wouldn't hurt.
I leaned back and banged my head against the wall as hard as I could. Pain seared through my forhead, and I wanted to scream it hurt so bad. I fell back onto my back on the floor and stared at the ceiling. I reached up and touched my forhead and felt something wet. Blood. Not a lot, but I was still bleeding. It wasn't a dream. Kikyo was dead.
Everything seemed to spin then. My sister was dead.

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I woke up in the morning in my bed. For a second I thought I dreamed that, but when I reached up and touched my forhead, I felt a bandage there. One of my parents had probably done it for me, and had carried me up to my room.
Realization dawned on me. My sister was dead. Kikyo, my beautiful sister, two years older than me and who was about to graduate this year –was dead.
I bolted from my room down the stairs, pushed open the doors to the living room and stared at the clock. The news would have just started. I turned on the T.V and flipped to the channel. Somehow I knew, Kikyo would be mentioned.
The news reporter was sitting there, already speaking, and he was talking about Kikyo.
"Last night on the intersection in downtown of Nerima, Tokyo, a drunk driver hit another car, causing serious damage. One of the two passengers of the car, Kikyo Higurashi, a seventeen year old high school student, was killed instantly. The other passenger, Kanna Cadaver, is in a coma. The drunk driver who caused this accident, was mortally injured and is in Testsusaiga Hospital.
"We give our condolences to the Higurashi family, for their loss. Kikyo Higurashi attended Shikon Jewel High School, and would have graduated this year." The news reporter finished before going onto some other news.
I turned off the T.V and just sat there. So Kanna was in a coma. Kanna Cadavre was my sisters best friend. She was nice, but very quiet. She was short and had pale hair –she would've been an albino but she had extremely dark eyes. I was good friends with her younger sister, Kagura Cadavre. Kagura was probably going through the same thing as me –but maybe not as worse.
I was crying again.
How could God have let this happen to Kikyo? She was smart and had a lot of friends, she was great at sports and she was on the honour roll at school. She had been planning to go to Tokyo University –but now that had all gone down the drain.
Right then –I felt angry at the world. Angry at God. I had already lost a sibling before –Sota. When I was six, and he was two, he had died of leukemia. I didn't remember him much.
Suddenly, I recalled a memory of my mother crying again. Crying like she had last night. My insides tightened as I tried to imagine the pain my mother was going through –losing another child. She was probably going through worse pain than me. Than any of us.
Just then, my four year old brother Shippo wandered in, I reached out placed him on my lap and hugged him tightly. I wouldn't be able to take it if I lost him too. "Don't ever leave me Shippo…" I whispered, tears falling down from cheeks into his soft red hair.
He hugged me back. "I'll never leave you 'Gome… I love you sooo much! And I love Kikyo too! Mommy says she's become an angel. I wish I could see her as an angel!" He said quietly.
That just sent me over the edge in sobs. I couldn't take this.

End of the Introduction

Authors Note: Hey people! I re wrote the introduction. How does it sound? Is it better than before? Tell me what you think. I'll re write chapter one soon :D

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