Chapter one

Hello! I don't know how long this fic will be but I plan max, 10-15 chapters. I also hope its not too rushed or illogical:) hm I don't know Kagom'e mom's name so I picked a name randomly. I often saw Kun-Loon but that name is so not Japanese and its not beautiful in my opinion (no offence please its just my oipnion.). rant over, please enjoy aqnd tell me what you think.

p.s. I changed the name of the fic, I trust it suits it better.

p.p.s thx wonderful youkaiyume for her amazing work!

TWO YEARS AND SVEEN MONTHS AGO.

Kagome chocked a sob, wiping her face with her dirty fist. Her short nails kept digging in the soil desperately, trying to reach the well's vanished magic. Her legs hurt, knees scraped and her ankle was swollen, but she continued digging. She did this every day since her return after Naraku's death. She jumped, again and again, then pleaded with the well to work, remaining in the well and trying to reach the lost magic.

After a few minutes she started pounding on the ground, begging for the well to work.

"Please," she whispered desperately, closing her eyes, while tears still streamed down her pale checks. She sniffed un-lady like and finally gave up, falling to the ground and embracing her knees to her chest, while continuing to cry.

It was a few hours later that her mother returned from work and found her there. With the help of her grandpa, they brought her to the house. Kagome was numb, not reacting to her mother's soft coaxing, trying to get her out of her emotional cocoon.

"Souta, please bring your sister a cup of Chamomile tea, its already prepared," her mother smiled softly at Kagome's brother. Said youth reluctantly nodded and after a few minutes, he reappeared, a steaming cup in his hands.

"Here," he whispered to his sister, shoving said cup in her face. Kagome didn't seem to react, so he pushed the tea further and repeated his word. Meanwhile Naomi Higurashi kept massaging her daughter's back with gentle touches, in an attempt to calm her down. Kagome still sniffed form time to time, her eyes dull with pain.

"Kagome your tea," insisted her brother but she closed her eyes and shook her head in denial.

"Souta," his mother started softly, seeing the emotions in his eyes. "She just needs time..."

"Screw this!" he yelled and threw the cup across the room so that it shattered with a loud sound hitting the wall. Their mother paled at his language and actions. Finally Kagome seemed to react at the sound of the broken cup and looked at his brother.

"Souta you will not talk and behave like this in this house," his mother said sternly.

"And why not? She can act whatever she wishes and everyone babies her!" he accused pointing his finger at Kagome. The young girl jerked as slapped.

"Souta," she whispered, extending her hand toward her brother.

"Souta! You will apologize right now!" his mother yelled but he shook his head.

"No! I'm tired of this, tired of her acting like everyone died and her life ended! And the worst? You all let her be!"

"You know how much she loved them!" his mother pointed and he nodded.

"Yes I know! And I gave her time! Its been five months and she is still mourning! I know they were great folks and she loved them; but she has to realize one truth!" he yelled, fist clenched and trembling with emotions. He didn't wait for his mother to ask and continued.

"We are not dead! We are here, but that doesn't mean anything to her. Its always Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha! I'm sick of it! We love her too! But it seems she doesn't love us any more!" he said and Kagome saw tears trailing down his face.

"How can you say that? Of course she loves us!" his mother defended her daughter, but he shook his head again and wiped the tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry I don't feel it, she doesn't see that we all suffer because of her," he said and turned around. "I will be spending the night at Kiyoshi," he added then turned and looked directly at Kagome.

"You see? She didn't even refute or try saying anything! That's how much we mean to her." After his words he left, closing the door with a bang. Kagome jolted again, this time she looked at the door, feeling as a veil was lifted from her eyes an called:"Souta!"

"Oh, Kagome," her mother whispered and for the first time in a long while, Kagome looked at her mother. She paled seeing the dark rings under her mother's eyes and how tired she really looked. Not only tired but sad, the sorrow deeply written in every wrinkle on her face. Her grandfather stood silent in the TV room, his shoulders sagged with worry.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry everyone! I've made my family suffer!" the young woman berated herself, while covering her face with her trembling hands, new tears cascading from her eyes.

"Kagome, its all right, we understand," her mother said, embracing her and patting her head gently.

"No, Souta..." she muttered between sobs. "He... he ha..hates me..." she wailed her, shoulders shaking. It took some long minutes until she calmed down. They talked in hushed voices, her heart pouring with ease, words trapped in her chest erupted and got free. Finally she looked at her mother, her face swollen and eyes red, sadness shining in her aura.

"What should I do mom? I love them. Him so much..." she whispered, wiping a new trail of tears.

"Oh, Kagome, I know you do. He was your friend, your protector, your first love, your everything!" her mother said understandingly and she nodded. "But would he be happy seeing you like this? A shadow of your old self? Suffering day and night?"

She finally asked and Kagome stopped and for the first time since coming back home, started thinking of him from this perspective.

"Stupid wench, quit mopping around!" he would say in his rude voice, but not meaning it. Her friends too would want her to be calm and happy, because they were her true friends.

"You are right mama! I'm sorry it took me so long to realize this. I won't quit hoping, believing and praying to see them again, but I will live my life!" she finally said and her mother nodded with a shy smile adorning her face.

"That's my girl! You were always strong dear," she added, patting her head and kissing her forehead.

"I should apologize to Souta. He was rude but not wrong and I still love him, I have to let him know this," Kagome said with new determination in her voice.

The next day Kagome spent with her family. She apologized to her brother for her behaviour, thanked him for her wake up call and wrestled him for his rude words. The small battle ended with laughter mixed with tears.

"I love you Souta," she whispered kissing his forehead and ruffling his hair with love. He pouted falsely, but didn't avert from her touch.

"I love you too nee-chan, never forget that," ha said back and embraced her tightly. After her self-proclaimed wake up call, Kagome changed. She still missed them desperately, but now she concentrated on her studies more and started having a social life again. She still checked the well but didn't cry as much as earlier.

It was august and the Obon was approaching. The shrine was looking majestic with all the decorations and lanterns hanged everywhere. Kagome decorated the God tree as well, touching the old bark gently. She whispered a prayer for her friends, wishing them good luck, because no, she didn't believe them dead even if they were lost in the time's embrace.

Her grandfather insisted she dress like a shrine maiden. It took days of begging, blackmailing and begging again for the reluctant young female to agree. The costume still made her heart ache, but she clenched her teeth and put the clothes on. Kikyo was dead and she was alive. Her sleeves had red cords attached to the margins. She left her hair free, the length already approaching her low back Her serene visage adorned with dark bangs, contrasted with the soft peach colour of her cheeks and pink lips.

She smiled at the next customer, giving her blessing and enjoying the evening. She was tired, but satisfied and calm. For the time being her mind free of her lost past. That until she heard a masculine voice that sent shivers down her spine, but she didn't knew if in fears or excitement.

"Miko," the voice intoned surely and she raised her chin, meeting a pair of golden eyes. No, not Inuyasha's.

"Good evening Sesshoumaru," she nodded her head and smiled, for the first time in a long while her smile true and happy.