My Happily Ever After

Summary: The well was closed, her family was gone, and she was forced to live with the last person she wanted to. And now she had to wear that dress? Absolutely NOT going to happen. Kyoya/Kagome Ouran/Inuyasha

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned even part of these shows I wouldn't be putting my stories up here. I would be doing something else with my life. But hopefully you like it anyway, and thanks for reading. Oh, and this will be the ONLY disclaimer I will be putting up for this story. So enjoy it while you can. Thanks.

Warning: This story has a pretty lame ending (at least I think it is) but if you like it then that is all that matters. Please review, even if you don't like it. Because I know that if I get more reviews, the more people would try to read it. I really would like your input. I have never written any story before (unless you count for school, and that was like twice) and I would like your opinion. Even if it is bad. The chapter names are stupid too. Thanks and I hope I don't waste too much of your time.

AN: This fan-fiction was written with the assumption that you know enough about the character Kagome that I don't have to go into full detail about her trips to the past. I also assumed that you know enough about Ouran to understand what is going on. Thank You and Enjoy.

Lost Family

Kagome's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe this was happening. The well was closed. I would never be able to go back to by friends, my sister, my brothers, my grandmother, and I would never be able to see my son again. Oh, Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha, Kaede...Shippo, I miss you all so much.

We had just finished the jewel and we were celebrating, when the jewel started to pulse. At first nobody noticed it because we were all preoccupied, but when it flew out of my hands and into my body, it was kind of hard NOT to notice it. We were all wondering what happened, when I started to fade. They all tried to reach for me, but it was all in vain they only succeeded in going right through me. There was a flash, and then, I was back in my own time sitting inside the well. At first all that I could do was sit there in shock. When it finally sunk in that I would never see them again, I broke down crying. I was still not sure how long I sat there, but it felt like hours, before I finally got the strength to climb out and face my family.

Family...

How that word made my heart hurt a thousand time over. I missed them dearly, but I knew that they would not want me to hurt like this. So, for them I would live. I would try to move on and be happy. It would be hard, and I didn't think I would be able to right away, but I would try. Forever I would cherish my time with them, and one day I would tell my children and grandchildren of my adventures, though I would leave out that it was actually me. I wouldn't want my kids and grandkids to randomly be jumping down dry, ancient wells, hoping for an adventure.

But before I go any further maybe I should tell you a little about myself? If you didn't already know, my name was Kagome Higurashi. I was seventeen years old. My hair was an interesting shade of black, it was so dark that it reflected with a blue highlight. My eyes as well were a dark cerulean blue, very odd for a Japanese person. My skin was a sun-kissed golden brown, not brown but not pail either. And I started traveling into the past on the day of my fifteenth birthday. When a demon called mistress centipede-ugly little thing she was-grabbed me and pulled me into the bone-eaters well. Ever since then my "family" and I have been searching for jewel shards and the evil half-demon Naraku. Well you know the rest. So back to my current situation.

When I made into my house I followed the scent of cooking to find my mother making dinner. She didn't notice me at first, and I was content to just sit there and watch her. It reminded me of the time before this whole feudal era business started. Though I missed being with my mother, brother and grandfather, I wouldn't trade my time in the past for anything. I mean seriously, how many teens could say that they spent two years of there life traveling to the past through an old dried-up well, fighting demons while trying to piece together a jewel that they broke into hundreds of pieces? I could only think of one.

I looked back up to my mother as I heard a plate shatter on the ground. The next thing I knew, I was being squished to death by an overprotective mother. Huh, I wondered why she was acting this way, she had never reacted like this when I came home before. I quickly looked down to my attire. Oh, that would explain it. I still looked the same from our final battle with Naraku. I forgot that she had never seen me like this. My clothes were all torn and bloody, my hair was a mess, and further more, almost every inch of my body was covered in either blood or demon guts.

Now, that was NOT a fun fight. It was LONG, it was TIRING, it was HARD, it was BLOODY, it was just plan ANNOYING Naraku just would NOT die, but most of all when the fight was over and done with, it was GRATIFIYING. To finally be able to hold the completed Shikon Jewel in my hands, to see the fruits of our labor. It was amazing. I just wished that I could have shared in the celebration a bit longer with my family. You know I was having a little trouble breathing, now why was that again?

Oh yeah, my mother was still squeezing the life out of me. What was the point of surviving a long and tiring battle, if you were just going to get killed by a hug? I didn't know myself so I decided I was going to stop her before she killed me.

"Ah mom?," I wheezed out. "I kind of need to breathe."

"Oh!," She quickly let go and started to fuss over me. I decided to stop her tirade. My ears were starting to ring.

"Mom! Mom! I am fine, just a bit dirty, nothing to worry about." Of course did she listen to me? No! She just started going on and on and on and on an–well you get the picture, about how worried she was. Then she promptly told me to rush up stairs, get cleaned and get new clothes on, and come back down for dinner. I had no complaints. I felt dirty. Besides if I didn't she might start squishing me again. At least most of the blood was dry so she didn't get any on herself. All of my injuries were already healed thanks to my miko powers, man I loved those things.

After my bath–my nice relaxing bath–I came down in clean blood-free clothes to be greeted by the aroma of freshly made oden, my favorite. Oh yeah, my brother was there too. But why pay attention to him when there was ODEN on the table? I wouldn't know but apparently my mom didn't agree. So before I indulged myself with homemade–no mothermade–oden, I greeted Souta as nicely as I could.

"Hey Brat." Okay, well I could have said it nicer, but I was hungry. Luckily, he just greeted me back, we were finally able to eat dinner. And for the rest of the night I explained to them the censored version of the battle between us and Naraku. Afterwards, together with my family, I mourned the loss of my friends. I still was not sure how I was going to make it through. But I was not alone, I would have my family with me to help make it through.