Hello,

Two words: writer's block. I hope that with this story, it goes away soon. The plot might be familiar, for I've seen fics with the same pattern; however, I'll do my best to keep it original. Don't misunderstand though – as I said – I'm still making it "original."

Oh yeah, it is my first Inuyasha fic. So… should I cry, jump, be overwhelmed?

Enjoy,

Vic

PS: There may be some grammar errors. For that, I apologize.

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Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me.

Unreachable Star

By Vic'chonn

Chapter 1: Broken

Under the shadows of a tree her laugh was loud and forced. Crystalline drops covered her face while the wind was trying to wipe them as it danced in the late afternoon.

She sat against hard wood; her head rested on her folded knees, and her hands – both at each side – caressed the cold grass that was underneath her.

Her moisturized eyes looked at the horizon, and sadly, she sighed and took a deep breath.

She laughed again.

No happiness, no joy, only sadness and sorrow were in the sound that came out from her throat. This was her only way of letting it go; her only way to try to forget.

'Move on and smile, laugh, enjoy as much as you can. Don't let the pain win over you; don't let it eat you slowly… It's over, you have to move on.'

That was her new mantra. It would always be.

The sun had already set, and only the moon and the stars were the only lights in the dark sky.

The stars… It had only been two weeks ago when they sat in this same field to gaze at them.

He had promised her everlasting love; she had believed in his sweet words. How naïve she had been.

'It's time to go'

She stood up and some fallen leaves were brushed away from her pants.

It was time to go home.

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"How did she take it?" Miroku asked quietly while sipping his coffee.

"How do you think she took it?" The reply didn't hold any malice; however, it was clear that the previous question had an obvious answer. Then, why ask?

Miroku frowned and looked up at the man who was sitting in front of him.

Today was Thursday, and during this specific day, both old friends would gather together to have some drinks and talk about anything. A girlish activity, one would call it; however, for the two of them, it was the only way they could keep in touch. Life was crazy and hectic itself, girlish or not, their friendship stood above any hurtful – or annoying – comments.

"So she cried." Miroku said in an understanding tone. Of course she cried, what girl wouldn't.

"No," the answer surprised Miroku. He stared at his almost brother and opened his mouth to say something; however, he stopped when Inuyasha continued talking.

"She did not cry. Believe it or not, she chuckled and said that I was a bastard… She said that she should have known, that she should have listened to her family and left me when she could," Inuyasha closed his eyes, "She said that, although she couldn't hate me now, she would try to."

Miroku stayed silent, and it was when the waitress came for the bill that he found some words coming out from his mouth.

"You can't blame her. You lied to her."

Inuyasha looked at the window and played with the hanger of his mug. It was true; he had played with her, lied to her. But he was confused… he had been confused about his feelings, and it wasn't until yesterday that he figured out what to do.

He didn't love her as much as he thought he did… well, it seemed like it. For some reason, he felt more attracted to the other girl. She was mysterious, enigmatic. He liked that. Kagome… he already knew almost everything about her. Five years in that relationship had taught him a lot about her, he felt bored. He wanted something new.

Kikyou was something new.

"I know, I know." Inuyasha whispered. Guilt was still inside of him, but he knew he had done well.

He didn't love Kagome; he loved Kikyo.

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She walked among the multitude; her expression was serene and her pace slow. She was taking her time; she was trying to live again.

Some dresses caught her attention and she stopped in front of a fancy store. She looked at the cream stripped gown before her eyes and a small smile found its way on her face.

"That would look wonderful on you." The sudden voice startled her but she didn't scream or acted by sheer instic. Instead, she turned around to see who was this person who – apparently – wanted to give her a heart attack.

She raised her eyes when she realized that the person was taller than her, and smiled when she saw warm silver eyes gazing down at her.

The voice belonged to a man, and the charming – as well as amused – face that he was giving her threatened to heat up a little bit her already frozen heart.

"Thank you," she said politely. Her face blushing slightly as the man continued staring at her with some kind of fascination. A fascination that she found endearing and cute. There was no evil in his eyes. Only warm, only that.

"Sesshoumaru, my name is Sesshoumaru." He said with a bright smile and shiny eyes. His words carrying a kind of strenght and security.

"Kagome. It's a pleasure." She extended her hand. She didn't know why she was being so forward.

"The pleasure is mine." His smile was even brighter, and his hold was firm and gentle at the same time.

It felt good. She felt good.

The pain melted slowly from her soul; the broken pieces of her heart began to be mended one by one. It was time.

She couldn't hate, but she could forget.

Now she could forget.

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So what do you think? My attempt to beat my dearest writer's block. Hope it didn't suck (pardon my French, but sadly, it's part of my daily vocabulary). Just to let you know, the story will be short.

Take care, and till the next chapter.

Vic