Author's Note: Hey all, thanks for the positive reaction to the idea about these prompt drabbles! I really loved all your comments. Hope this one inspires some of you!

Authors who are using this prompt: Rachel 3003,

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Save 2: Bullet

Modern AU

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"Ah…" this was it.

Kagome was going to die.

Everything leading up to this moment had been so stupid.

She lay there, on that sidewalk, in the middle of broad daylight, staring up into the eyes of the kid who had just shot a bullet into her abdomen. Her mouth gaped open. She wanted to say something to him. Something that would make him immediately regret his actions. Because even though she'd been trained to deal with homeless teens, even though she'd committed her life to helping them, even though she'd promised never to take anything they ever did or said to her personally...

She hated this kid.

She hated the stupid way he gripped the gun, 'gangster style' as they liked to call it, hated the way his body shook, the way his eyes widened in fear. She hated his dirty, blue hoodie and his greasy, black hair.

"L-lady, you stupid, or what?" He shouted, the gun quivering in his hand. "I fucking told you to leave me alone, why don't you fucking listen to me?"

She wanted to say something. If she was going to die, she wanted him to suffer. But what could she say?

She opened her mouth to tell him off.

"Augh," was all she managed, as a dribble of blood poured out of her mouth. She coughed, eyes widening as her own blood sprayed across the front of her work blouse.

Huh. She hated that blouse.

Her blood was brighter than she'd thought it would be.

"Y-you stupid, lady!" the street kid said as he turned and ran, leaving her alone.

Leaving her to die alone.

She must have passed out, because one moment she was watching the back of that stupid, blue hoodie running from her and the next she was being shaken awake by an obnoxiously strong hand.

"Hey, I know you're alive, I can smell it. Wake up!" he shook her again.

He was bent over her, his face close to hers as he moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head and lifted her up slightly, feeling around her skull. His eyes were the craziest shade of brown, really light and… gold, almost. Silver hair framed his face under his trucker hat. She thought the silver hair trend was a girl thing, she'd never seen it on a guy before. It seemed natural. It suited him.

"Did you hit your head?" he asked, his voice sharp and urgent.

She opened her mouth to speak but breathing hurt. She shook her head.

"Who fucking shot you?" he spat, ripping her blouse open, exposing her bra.

Oh shit. Her mom had always said to wear the lacy stuff because you never knew when you'd kneel over dead and you didn't want to have people see you in your laundry knickers, did you? But Kagome always thought that was ridiculous, because in that scenario, why would she care? She'd be dead.

Now she wish she'd listened. Because she wasn't dead yet, and this guy was freaking hot, and here she was in her super old, frayed 'laundry knickers' bra. And now she could add 'stained' to that list as well.

Perfect.

"Fuck," he growled. Like, actually growled. Like a dog. She was imagining things as she slowly faded away, she had to be.

"Hey, stay with me," he gave her another shake.

"Don't shake her, Inuyasha, she's already losing a ton of blood. Paramedics are on their way." She hadn't noticed the other guy standing by him until now. He was attractive too, with ink black hair tied at the back and dark eyes worried.

"They won't get here in time," he bit out, cursing again. "Miroku, keep watch, I'm going to dig it out." He whipped the hat off his head. Two, fuzzy, white ears popped out.

What. The fuck.

"Inuyasha, don't," the guy named Miroku pleaded, "If they catch you, they'll-"

"What, you want to stand here and watch her die? I can literally hear her heart stopping."

Maybe Kagome was already dead? The conversation she was hearing made no sense.

Miroku snorted, "fine, but don't get carried away."

The silver haired guy changed his attention back to her, turning her head so she was looking right at him.

"This is going to fucking hurt. Don't scream." His hand moved down to her wound and dug in.

She screamed.

He clamped his hand down on her mouth, smashing her lips against her teeth as his fingers pressed into her wound. They felt sharp, like knives. Was that what he was doing to her? Cutting her open?

She was really going to die. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Got it!" He shouted triumphantly, holding the little piece of metal covered in her blood. Great. She could feel her blood pumping out of her wound in time with her heart beat, which was significantly slower than before.

"Fuck, I have to do it," he cursed.

Do what? He was doing enough already. Couldn't he just leave her to die in one piece? Did he have to pull her guts out too?"

"Do you have to?" the other guy moaned.

The edges of her vision blurred, but she swore she saw fangs protrude from his mouth. Swore that she saw him rip open the palm of his hand. He pushed it onto her mouth again, forcing her lips open this time and shoving it onto her tongue.

"Swallow it!" he demanded. "Swallow it or you'll die."

What the hell. She was going to die anyway. What was the harm?

She swallowed.

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These won't all be AU's, I swear.

~SugarRos