Unnatural

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine; they are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. The characters of Twilight are not mine they are the property of Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary: Twilight and Inuyasha X-over - Au/AR ish - Back from the past and hurting Kagome is sent to live with her father in the states. The poor Cullen's never seen her coming. Edward/Kagome

A few things to know… Bella never moved to Forks…Bella is not even in this story. Kagome would take up Bella's role. I could not make it so Bella is there because I like them together so I took Bella out. Kagome's father is the sheriff instead and he is still named Charlie I don't want to have to make up a new name. This will be much like the books but as I said it is Kagome in Bella's place so something's will be different. But some will be the same.

I would also like to thank my Beta Shimezu for all her help.

"Speaking"
'Thought'

Prelude
My End

(Kagome POV)

He was gone.

He was gone, my companion, my best friend, my first love. He had used the last breath in his body to make sure that Naraku took his last as well. While I knew that he would have been happy to go the way he did, it still did nothing to ease the pain. That pain only intensified as I looked around the clearing and saw the bodies of my other friends, no; they were more like my family.

A broken sob wrenched its way out of my throat as I was unable to hold it in any longer. As I looked around the clearing unseeing denial griped my heart. "No, No, they can't be dead!" My harsh whisper echoed throughout the silent battlefield as I was forced to realize I was the only one left standing.

"No! No! No!" I shook my head desperately "No they are not all dead! This is just a dream! It has to be; it just-" another sob stopped the incoherent rambling and I gripped my head as if in pain. Because truly, I was in pain, but it was not my head that was cracking me open. It was my heart. Every friend within this clearing held a special place in my heart so it only makes sense that now that they are gone, I would feel empty. The faint sound of pained mewling caught my attention. It was then I realized that I was only half right. They were not all dead, one did survive. "Kirara," I shouted as I darted as fast as my human legs would allow me to the buried neko.

Desperately, I started throwing the bodies away that buried not only my soul sisters best friend but my friend as well. The weak mews of pain that escaped her bloodied body became louder until finally, I was able to unearth her. "Oh Kirara, you're still alive!" I said in a low tone still in shock picking her up gently careful not to tousle her injuries too much. "Don't look too much, it's not a pretty sight." I murmured to my neko friend.

As if in response to my warning Kirara looks and a soulful heartbreaking mew sounded from her chest. Kirara had seen her; Sango her partner, best friend, and companion. She started mewing her desire to go to the slayer, nudging and pawing in the direction of her mistress, her heartbreaking.

Compassion flooded my veins as the neko pathetically tried with all its remaining energy to go to Sango. I tightened my arms around Kirara telling her silently that I understood. As I placed her beside her dead Mistress to grieve, something else occurred to me. "I'm going to leave you here while I dig the graves…I can't leave them out like this in case some scavenger demon catches their scent." I told her quietly before I turned to bring Inuyasha over to the rest of our deceased family.

Sweat dripped down my brow, but I did not notice it until it splashed in my eyes. I did not notice it because every part of my body was sweating. Poor Miroku I hope he's not too mad about this. I mused as I continued to dig my while using his holy staff. Sango's weapon was too heavy to continuously lift and drop to even dig the hole. Sometimes while I was digging the graves, Kirara had come and started to dig her own.

"It is so unfair!" I grumbled as I watched Kirara who had already started on her second hole. That took me much longer! So unfair!

Knowing I should do this part, I walked over to the collection of my dead friends and felt my hands tremble. 'Get a Grip Kagome' I said to myself as I leaned down to Grip Inuyasha pulling him as gently as I could over to his grave. Tears were streaming down my face as the stress of the day finally overwhelmed me. I had worked my hardest to hold back the tears, but pushing him to his grave was just too much to handle with my broken soul.

"I'm so sorry Inuyasha," I said to him in a whisper as I tried to carefully put him on the bottom of his grave.

I buried the rest of our friends; Sango, Miroku, Shippo. I was barely able to keep myself together as Kirara changed into her demon form to take me and the weapons of our friends back to the well. I had no doubt that Kirara would not leave me now. As the only living family of Sango, Kirara becomes my companion. I had to find a way to take her with me, to bond with her in some way as I did with Inuyasha through the beads.

It only took us a few hours before we were in Kaede's hut talking to her about what happened and our new dilemma. Kaede had suggested a sort of blood bond. It could only be performed between a Miko and her familiar. I asked Kirara if this was ok with her, this blood bond.

Kirara nodded; apparently, she understood what a blood bond was. If Kagome was ever in danger she would know, and if she was in danger then Kagome would know. They would be able to share thoughts, only those directed at the other, however. Kirara had only performed this ritual once before, and that was with her first handler since no other had been a Miko.

Resisting wrinkling my nose at the sight of blood, I watched as Kaede tied my hand to Kirara's paw wound to wound. It itched a little and my fingers twitched with the desire to scratch it. Soon the weird itchy feeling dulled and Kaede untied the white ribbon, still holding our wounds together. "That should do it" the old voice of Kaede said while folding the ribbon and handing it to Kagome. "Ye should keep this in case ye should ever need it again" Kaede offered. You never know what kind of trouble I could get into, and if I should ever have the need for the binding ribbon from this ritual, I will have it.

I accepted with a grateful smile. "Thank so much Kaede for all your help and support through this!" I told her with tears in my eyes. Goodbyes were something I was never any good at. "I hope that I can someday become even a half as good of a Miko as you Kaede," I told her with a hug.

Kaede lifted her hands around me "Nay child, ye are far more powerful than I, even while I was in my prime." Kaede answered no resentment in her voice. It was quite the opposite actually. She took pride in Kagome's power because she helped to train it. Kagome was her first student, but not only that she was also like a daughter to her.

"I will miss you Kaede" I whispered as I pulled back my arms and stood. I wanted to go back home. I wanted to cry into my pillow until I could not cry anymore.

Kirara made it through the well without any resistance, and once on the other side, I took her to my room to tend to her wounds. 'She must be in so much pain' I thought as I looked at the neko lying in my bed. She had flown the both of us nonstop for a few hours injured, she must be feeling it now. Worry filled me and I knew that I would not be able to survive if Kirara was not with me. The only one left of the past to remind me that these past few years were not all just a dream, that it had been real.

A few months passed, and life returned to normal; at least as normal as it could get for a female with magic powers that was still grieving the loss of her friends from the feudal era. Her normal modern era friends paled to comparison to the comrade she felt with her feudal friends. A bond forged with battle and trust. Year's worth of fighting for the same cause, fighting to avenge the lives of those innocents, who were lost. So much death and so much blood; it was ironic that something so horrible could cause such a close relationship with people who had been strangers only a short while ago. I guess it had to do with how life was lived in the past.

People rarely had seen beyond 30 either dying of disease or by a demon. Humans now do not appreciate the simple things in life. False comrade was what one could look forward to now in a friend. Humans now are greedy.

Though months had passed the pain never lessened. I would go to school and keep up my happy façade, then come home and sob with Kirara as my teddy bear. I knew she did not mind I could feel she did not. It was strange how that came about. One day as I was crying, as usual, I stopped and wondered how Kirara was handling her loss. Hoping that there was some way I could tell, some way for me to know if she was in pain too. I know I could do nothing about such a pain, but I would be able to offer her comfort as she offers me.

The moment the silent wish was thought I could feel how she was feeling. I could hear quiet words in her mind as she began to think of something. I did not know what she was thinking as I was not concentrating on that, but I could tell she was hurting as much as me. Feeling her like this must be a byproduct of the bonding.

The school year ended with her getting mediocre grades. As the summer days passed by I remained in my room only leaving for necessaries. Only this time I was practicing, trying to strengthen my Miko ki. I had practiced whenever I could stand not to cry, learning how to call upon my magic easier. Using the books Kaede had given me to learn a few good miko tricks. There was so much that I could still learn, so much I don't know about my own powers and submerging myself in training my magic was a very fruitful distraction.

It eased my pain momentarily and I got stronger; it was a win-win situation. Even though the jewel was in essence gone, some of its power lingered with me; almost as if it was unwilling to leave me completely. Strange as that may sound it was the only explanation I could come up with.

It only took me 30 days to go over and learn all the spells in the book and I soon found myself practicing with the weapons of my deceased friends. It was my way of not letting them be forgotten. As the second week of my training came around I found out why Sango's choice weapon was the Hiraikotsu especially while riding Kirara. It was a rush but in my hands, if wielded correctly, it could be even more powerful coated with my purifying energy. It was guaranteed to slice through anything even the most iron scaled dragon.

Though I could not use Tessaiga as it was intended, I learned that if I buried it into the ground it would protect me. Not allow any near with offensive force. Even Miroku's staff found its way into my hands every once and again; it was not my favorite. My Jii-chan, however, fell in love with it. It could have something to do with it actually being a REAL holy staff. The holy staff used by the monk that helped to defeat Naraku. My Jii-chan was rarely found without it.

It was during one of these training sessions that I had found out about my new "firepower"; another by-product of being bonded with a fire neko. I wondered if she would be immune to my powers now too. It was too dangerous to test the theory, but I hoped she was. It was fun to gain control of my new power. Fireballs were the most fun and took little to no energy to produce. I had once allowed the fires to completely consume me and I had found that while it does not burn any part of me such as my skin or hair it does kill my clothes. So going up in flames is a no-no unless I want to be fighting naked.

Another 30 days past and I found myself scouring the storage shed for anything I could find about miko powers and spells. Studying and perfecting each new spell I found making myself stronger and allowing my dedication to distract me from my grief, only if it was for a little while. My junior year of High School was to start soon, the summer vacation has flown by with little to no change in my mourning.

0ooo0

Something in the air was different from all other mornings when I woke up this morning. It was sort of a precognitive feeling like something was coming or changing. Wariness filled me as I dressed for the day; whatever it was it would be happening soon.

"Kagome, your father and I have been talking and he wants you to come and live with him for the rest of your time in High School. I think it would be good for you to get away from all the familiar sights of the shrine. It would help you move on Kagome." My mother said in a low comforting tone as she dried her hands with hand towels.

"What, but, What about Kirara? I can't leave her" I said almost hysterically. There was no way I would be leaving Kirara here, nor would she even go for it. Our bond would not allow her to be far from me. Even when I go to school she would follow me and wait in a tree or nearby bush until school was over. Our bond was strong, so strong that I could hear the thoughts directed at me from her.

"It will be good for you honey. And your father said you can bring Kirara! I told him you would not go without her. Plus you have not seen your father since you were 10 and he misses you." My mother said trying to make me agree. She knew that I would agree if she said my father wished to see me.

"Fine… I'll go, I would like to see dad too." I told her in a soft tone even though I did not relish going to that small rainy town. Of all places for my father to move, it had to be the wettest place in the United States. My dad was American which is where I get some of my features such as my eyes from. He had moved to Japan with his family and that was how my mother and father met. He moved back to the States when they divorced. My mother then met Souta's father and remarried, though my mother kept her last name.

*Beta Edited