If I Could Turn Back Time

Summary: A drunk driver took her from him...when a second chance presents itself, Kirihara is ready to change the past that left him alone. Can he save the life of his love, or will he be too late...again?

Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Drama

Anime/Manga: Prince of Tennis/InuYasha

Rated: M for Mature Content

Pairing: Kagome/Kirihara

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Pulling her shoes on, Kagome looked up at the sound of someone knocking on her door, frowning, she looked to the clock on her wall and smiled. "Eight fifty-four? Not only is he meeting up with me before twelve, he's even showing up early...what's up with that." She finished pulling her shoes on and grabbed her jacket and duffle bag. "Coming!" She called when another round of knocks sounded against her door.

Stepping up to the door, she opened it and smiled at the grinning face of her boyfriend, her eyes widened only seconds later when she saw what he was holding.

"You grabbed coffee too!?" She pulled him by the hand and kissed him, "I don't know what happened, but you are the best!"

"Am I the best because I bought coffee?" He laughed, kissing her again, enjoying the warmth that her being next to him gave him.

"I can think of some other reasons why you're the best, but for now...yes, coffee is the number one reason." She took the offered coffee and smiled. "Shall we?"

"We shall," he shouldered her bag that she'd been carrying, and shut the door for her while she locked it. Both started off towards the studio, walking languidly towards their destination as they did.

"So what are you planning on doing while I practice?"

"I brought my laptop,"

Kagome pouted, "you won't watch then?"

"I'm sure I'll watch you too...you'll be dancing for a few hours, right?"

She nodded with a frowned, but didn't say anything to him after that.

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Akaya sat with his laptop in front of him, tilting the laptop in a strange way, Kagome could only assume he didn't want her looking at what he was doing. She was more confused when he himself couldn't see the screen, but was still pushing buttons as he laid down and glanced at the screen from a lower position. Shaking her head, she looked away and continued dancing.

She was upset, sure, but she didn't let it show in her dancing. In the end, the hours passed with her mock performance and Akaya whispering under his breath and smiling every once in a while as he watched his screen. She'd been hopeful that he was watching her when he'd laughed at the exact moment she'd fallen, but looking up, she had found him still watching the screen of his laptop.

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Akaya played the video he was making back, not noticing when Kagome stepped up to look over his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you looking at that's more interesting than me?"

Akaya jumped and closed his laptop in surprise. "What do you mean, I'm always looking at you."

She scoffed, "right, am I supposed to believe that after watching you sit and stare at the screen all day?"

"Yes," Akaya stood with a big grin, "you are supposed to trust me, unconditionally, when I tell you that I saw you fall, and I saw you spin, and twirl, and dance. I watched every move, every time you frowned because you thought it wasn't right...you dance beautifully, Kagome. You should be more confident with yourself. You got the part of the white swan because of your dancing skills...have faith."

"Having faith gets you nowhere."

Akaya frowned and looked down at his hands. "I'm where I am today, because of my faith...because I wanted it enough...I wouldn't have anything but this."

Kagome looked curiously at him, then, in an attempt to change the subject and lighten the mood a bit, she took his hand in hers and pulled him to the center of the floor. "Dance with me!"

"Dance with you? Kagome, you know I can't dance."

She laughed, "no, I know you don't dance...I've seen you dance before though. I saw those recordings from when you were real little, your mom and dad had you take dance lessons, and even Keigo had the team learn to dance to help with your footing of the tennis courts...so don't tell me you can't dance."

Akaya laughed before placing his left hand at the small of her back, his right hand coming to take her left, then...he started to dance with her. Releasing her only to switch hands, twirl her, lift her...he smiled and kept his tempo until it was nearly five.

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Taking Kagome out for dinner after dancing, though...her dinner consisted of a chicken Cobb salad, as she wasn't supposed to gain any weight before the performance as it could through off her dancing and the events themselves. They had finished eating around seven and were now sitting at a park, Kagome was on a swing lightly pushing herself with her feet as she stared up at the darkening sky. It was painted a series of colors, reds and shades of purple dancing in sequence.

"Kagome, what do you think about going to the amusement park tomorrow?"

"So close to the recital date? I really should practice..."

"...ah...yeah, I guess you're right." Akaya pushed her on the swing a bit, watching her carefully as she went higher and higher, a laugh echoing in his ears as he did.

"For a few hours...!" she called out happily.

He grinned, "of course." Though, he had no intention of sending her off to practice after just four or five hours of fun in the sun. He planned to keep her out till the sun set. Catching the chains of the swing, he placed himself in front of her and kissed her sweetly before taking her hand in his and pulling her off the swing. He walked her home and bade her farewell at her door before strolling home once more. His mind once again looking on towards the future to come, his eyes replaying the horrifying events of that night...and with the sounds of tires screeching in his head, as he unlocked his door, the shattering of the windshield playing in his ears as he lifted the red marker to the calendar and marked out the eighteenth.

"Six more days..."

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Me: Here is chapter four, I hope you all enjoy~!