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Sorry about the wait. Finals are next week and I am super busy.

On the bright side, Kagome has finally arrived.

Pauses so you can all cheer.

So anyway, on with the story

Part Six

Scene One

Kagome rematerialized at the bottom of the Bone Eater's Well. The young woman didn't hesitate for a moment before committing her next action. Climbing up a couple rungs of the ladder, which her family had installed for her safety, the priestess turned, and jumped. She jumped again, and again. Only to gain the same result, absolutely nothing.

"No!!!" Kagome cried as she beat her fists against the ground so hard they bruised. "Let me back! I want to go back!" Whatever mysterious powers the well possessed seemed unmoved. The young woman was back in the future, this time for good.

Great wracking sobs shook her chest and tears streamed from her beautiful blue eyes. Kurama, her mate's face appeared in her mind's eye. Inuyasha, Miroku, Sango, Kilaila, Kouga, his pack, Rin, even Sesshoumaru, would she ever see any of them again? Oh God, Shippou, her kit. What would become of him?

"Kagome?" a concerned voice called from the top of the well. "Kagome are you there?"

"Mama," the young woman whispered. Almost before she realized it Kagome was in the older woman's arms. Brokenly, in bits and pieces, the whole story came out.

"Hush now," her Mother comforted her. "Didn't you say kitsune mate for life?"

A distressed expression crossed the priestess' face. "But it has been five hundred years," she cried. "What if he's dead? What if . . ." A thousand scenarios rushed through her head.

The older woman placed a single finger over her daughter's lips. "Don't think with your head," she advised her. "Feel with your heart."

Kagome took a deep breath and closed her eyes to calm herself. Then she reached out, not just with her heart, but with her very soul. Desperately, the priestess felt for the spiritual bonds that connected her to her mate.

After a moment, a pair of blue eyes flew open. "He's alive," Kagome stated in wonder. "Kurama's alive." Once again tears ran down her cheeks, but this time they were ones of joy.

The older woman just smiled. "Then he will find you again."

Scene Two

A low growl of frustration almost escaped Kurama's lips as he looked out over the busy mall from his place on the second floor. It was finally time. Now if only he could find her. The search was not going well. The kitsune was starting to regret his decision to maintain his distance.

Where once had lay a small collection of huts sprawled a booming metropolis. Things had changed so much. Landmarks had vanished, swept away by the sands of time. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Not that the difficulty of his search would stop Kurama. He would visit every shrine in the whole of Japan if that were what it took. The kitsune sighed, closing his eyes. Bits of random conversation reached his sensitive ears.

"Really Kagome you should come. You've been so depressed lately."

"I told you Eri. I'm fine."

A pair of emerald eyes snapped open, his weariness vanishing an instant. He knew that voice. His gaze searched the crowd, finally landing on a familiar figure. It was her. "Kagome," the kitsune whispered. "Kagome!" His cry echoed through the building, causing the young woman in question to look up.

The redhead launched himself over the railing without a second thought. A human would have undoubtedly broken their neck. Fortunately, Kurama wasn't human. Instead the jump merely looked as impressive as hell.

One hand flew up to cover her mouth. "Kurama," the single breathed word almost qualified as a prayer. Kagome recognized him immediately. No matter what he looked like, Kurama's soul was still the same.

A single blue rose sprouted from his fingers with a thought, the plant master offering it to his mate. "For you my jewel. It has been to long," the words were spoken with a soft intensity.

Kagome smiled before reaching out to take the flower. "Longer for you than me I expect." She couldn't even imagine what the other had been through. Just the few weeks she had endured had been torture. Then the young woman was in her mate's passionate embrace, lips locked against his in a soul-searing kiss.

And what a kiss it was, it smoked. It smoldered. If an artist had tried to capture it, their paper would have gone up in flames. The mall's other occupants looked on in envy. Kagome and Kurama didn't even notice. The pair was too caught up in each other.

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Next chapter: Meet the family