A sketchy road in the middle of the night. The first time she ever really felt afraid. Ridiculous, even after all this speed walking and throwing weary glances over the shoulder, she was even five miles out yet. "If Kikyo could see you now." She muttered to herself, half laughing. She was holding herself, cold from the night already. "You wouldn't last a day where I've been." She heard her older sisters' voice taunt her. It was all just in her head though. Right? How could the roads be this empty? She'd been walking for a really long time it seemed. Hours. Her legs were staring to cramp. And she was so tired. So tired, she could just rest for a little bit. So she sat her backpack down, and rested her back against a sturdy tree off to the side of the road. And before she knew it, her eyes had closed on her. Just like that.
"Are you crazy?" this voice called to her. It was in her dream. It sounded angry. "Hey. Wake up, you crazy bitch. Are you trying to get raped or something?" The voice was definitely angry. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. She was lying on her back in a ditch, being stared down by these two guys. "Do you hear me? You could've been killed. People aren't to kind around here." The guy continued to scold her. "Yeah, yeah. I hear you dude. Jesus Christ." She groaned, sitting up, rubbing her stiff neck. That's what she got for sleeping in a ditch. Wait. It was morning already. Fuck. The guys were still looking at her curiously. So she stared back at them just as dubiously. They were peculiar looking, with their striking features, and white blond hair. And with the sun shining down on them like that, they almost resembled gods. Almost. But then the rude one opened his mouth again. "Are you just going to lay in that ditch all day or what?" he scoffed. She slowly got up, accepting his outstretched hand grudgingly, while the quiet one observed. "My stuff." She began to grumble, looking around the immediate area. Now that she remembered, that ditch wasn't her original resting place. "Shit! Some fucking asshole got away with all my stuff!" she shouted, kicking the dirt. "You're lucky that's all they got away with." The rude one spoke up again. Kagome turned around to face the mouthy guy. "Okay. Asshole, could you be anymore redundant." She sighed, scratching at her tousled waves. Weeks without an adequate bathroom was the issue. "Well excuse me bitch. I was just looking out for you." He countered, facing off with her. "I swear to god, if you call me a bitch one more time, we are gonna have a serious problem buddy." She threatened, poking him in the chest. He smirked. "Whatever you say crazy bitch." He shot off at the mouth again. And before he knew it, he was face down in her ditch, as she started off down that long dirt road alone. Without any of her personal belongings. That's how brave she was. "She did give you fair warning, Inuyasha." The quite one, finally spoke, with the slight trace of a smirk on his face. "Fuck you, Sesshomaru." He grunted from the ditch, feeling a black eye coming on. Sesshomaru shook his head, amused, as he watched the wily young woman walk away. Her cowboy boots kicking up dirt as she stomped up the road. She was something else.
She was never really one for the whole bar scene, but that seemed to be the only kind of place to go around here. Apparently, there weren't any sort of convenience stores, or motels for miles. So that meant two things. One: she had no place to sleep again tonight. Two; she was shit out of luck. She figured that's what happened when you ran away from home. You just had to figure shit out along the way. She was really on her own now. "Missy, are you gonna buy anything, or what?" the bartender asked her after letting her sit at an empty stool for about an hour. He had actual costumers that wanted to get drunk. He only let it slide because she was pretty easy on the eyes. Kagome didn't even bother with a pathetic answer. She just got up and prepared to leave the bar. She was doing her little walk of shame through the shoddy barroom, hearing all sorts of interesting cat calls. And one in particular caught her eye. "Miss me bitch?" it was that rude guy from earlier. He was holding her wrist, as he pulled her close to him. She smirked, seeing the black eye she had given him. "Not at all." She postured, pushing off of him. "Where are you going?" he called, as she began to walk away from him again. She barely glanced over her shoulder. He had to jog to catch up with her. "Wait. Seriously. I think we can help you." That stopped her in her tracks. "What are you talking about?" she questioned miserably. People took advantage of weakness. And right now she=very weak. "You said all your stuff got jacked. You seem pretty hapless… So what do you say aimless girl?" he questioned, not feeling so bitter about his black eye anymore. "We?" she questioned again instead. He nodded, gesturing to his silent partner from earlier, he was poised against a wall, smoking a cigarette. She crossed her arms. "Why would you want to help me?" she questioned skeptically. People weren't that nice. Especially not male people. "Well, to be honest, we won't be helping you, as much as you'll be helping us." Admitted plainly. There was always a catch.