Disclaimer: I don't own and have no hope of ever owning!
Mouse: although, I do wish I owned the sexiness named Sesshomaru!
Dee: what our wonderful author forgot to mention is: this chapter is in Kagome's P.O.V., as will most of the story be.
Prologue.
I hated this. The constant doubt, the constant hopelessness, and the constant self-loathing. People say not to linger on the past and the "what if's". I can't help it. I ignored the severity of the situation; I closed my eyes to the seriousness. Ignorance is bliss, but when you're forced to open your eyes, it's a bitch.
The battle had finally ended a week ago. The amount of causalities on both sides was staggering. Inuyasha, Kikyo, Sango, Miroku, so many others. My family, my warriors, and my friends. Naraku side wasn't much better off. It wasn't even a battle, it was a slaughter. I was the executioner. I will never forgive myself.
So what do I do? You're bound to be wondering it. I sit in this shit hole of a sleazy bar, drink, and mourn. Not the brightest idea in the world but, how I to know what was would happen! What was going to happen? Be sent on another epic journey, yeah right…
Mouse: Well, that's it…
Dee: Really?
Mouse: what you expected me to have thought this fic through? *rolls on the ground laughing*
Dee: *shakes her head* jazz music, Celtic music, and a monster will do this to your mind, children.
Mouse: Well that's all folks!! Review and give an honest thought!
Dee: The next chapters will be the week leading up to the battle.