Here's chapter 11! (hides behind billboard pleading people don't throw rotten tomatoes at her)

(wipes her head with a towel) well, it took a while to get down onto paper…err…computer, so here we go. Please enjoy it. It's going to be really sad, but I bet you all can deal with it.

ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Oh…wait….I didn't do the disclaimer yet…

Disclaimer: go look at the others. If you haven't read the whole thing, the start from the beginning. You will know the disclaimer then. If you sue me it's in the first few chapters so it won't work!

Summary: once again, READ THE FIRST CHAPTERS DAMNIT!

Okay, here it is!

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Last time:

Shippou was still alive as well. He was doing good for himself. He had married Rin and she converted to becoming a hanyou. They were still happily married with three kids of their own in a house as modern as anything else that happened around the era.

For Sesshomaru, none of this mattered. He didn't care about any amount of money or wealth he still had, he didn't care about rule, lovers, food. He didn't need to.

Without food, he could survive for a year. Without water, half a year. Without lovers, well that was an other story. He didn't want any lovers, no one to love but Rin and Shippou.

And Kagome.

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Kagome was going downhill. Every day she could feel her sadness and pain radiating and effecting everyone around her. Her brother tried to stay at home as little as possible and slept over at his friends houses more frequently then she remembered.

Her mother wasn't as cheerful as she usually was. She would walk around the house and a tear or two would slip silently out of her eye. She could tell her daughter was in agony. She had lost the love of her life and her baby in such a short amount of time.

Kagome would sit around the house for hours and simply cry. She had a pile of blankets that her friends had made her, double fleece blankets, and she would wrap every single one of them around her until you couldn't even see her anymore.

Her friends would come over to her, asking how she was doing. She wouldn't even respond. She wouldn't talk anymore about anything other than Sesshomaru. When they asked about him, she was a fountain of unbelievable stories about a well that would transport you back to 5000 years before.

They concluded that she was on something other than pain medications, but they didn't want to make her feel badly. They listened to her amazing stories of fighting demons, falling in love, and piecing together a pink jewel that had cracked open because of an enchanted arrow.

Stories of the man-demon, Inuyasha and of his great, and terrible power. How she had loved him and he had loved someone else; her reincarnate. How she had met his brother, a powerful, beautiful demon by the name of Sesshomaru, and fallen in love with him.

She had never told anybody these things before, she said. She was all a glee when it came to Sesshomaru. He was her one passion. She picked up a drawing pad, and taught herself to sketch. She drew him over and over and over again. Her whole drawing pad was covered in sketches of him.

Kagome's mother talked about Sesshomaru often, knowing it was the one thing that could make her daughter smile. Kagome's stories were so intricate and detailed, her mother was sure that they had all happened.

One day, she told her daughter that maybe, she could get all of her feelings out by writing. "Write a great novel. People will read it if it comes from the heart."

Kagome began writing. She wrote every day for at least three hours, compiling her stories into one. A year passed and Kagome had become no happier. Her depression was only held off by the story she was in the middle of.

Soon she concluded that she had written half of it. It was almost done, she said. Her mother wanted to read it, but Kagome told her, "once it's done, mother. Only when it's done".

An other half a year passed. Kagome was now 19. Her depression, as the book concluded, began to take a hold of her, sapping out her life force. She no longer talked of Sesshomaru. She no longer had the drive to eat.

Kagome only treated her novel with any form of kindness. She barely even seemed to recognize her mother any more. Her fingers slid over the keyboards with a type of grace now. She had become a fast, accurate typer in the past year.

Tears slid onto the keyboard. The last page. One thousand five hundred and twenty three pages. Her whole life from age 15 to age 19. The last paragraph was missing. Her mother read through the pages. It took her three days to finish the book. When she confronted her daughter about the missing paragraph, Kagome simply smiled sadly and cried.

Kagome went outside. For the first time in almost two years, she left the house. She walked alone down a deserted street. A kimono was wrapped tightly around her frail frame. As she walked, the black umbrella she carried pushed the pounding rain away from her. Her wooden sandals (please, I don't know how to spell it…or what they're called…) clicked on the solid ground.

As she walked, Kagome pictured what the spot looked like in the past. Suddenly, it dawned on her. She was a half a mile away from the western castle. She could go and see if it was still standing.

Kagome boarded a bus headed west and rode silently. People stared at the beautiful girl in the dark kimono. Her lips were painted red like a geisha's and her hair flowing down her back. The kimono was black and had red dragon designs. The obi was gold with black dragons.

A man went to touch her and he screamed in agony. A slight steam rose from his hand. It was burnt; badly. Everyone moved away from the strange girl as she quietly stepped off of the bus.

The castle loomed ahead, a large shadow in the gloomy distance. The roof was elegant and re-painted. And the wall surrounding the building was taken down, but it was definitely Sesshomaru's castle. The rain dripped down off of the roof creating small pools of water at the wall's base.

Kagome entered the castle cautiously, wondering if she was allowed in there. She walked through the hallways realizing that things were changed a bit. Everything still had pictures of a large male demon-dog, but there was no longer a female with him.

She must have been taken out of the picture. But wouldn't there be some other woman Sesshomaru had fallen in love with? Wasn't there some indication of a woman he loved? Kagome walked into her old room in the castle.

Tears sprung from her eyes and she collapsed on the floor crying. She reached for her cell phone and called her mother to come and see what had happened. Her mother was there in a matter of minutes.

As she stepped into the large room, her eyes widened. First thing she saw was her daughter in the middle of the room crying. When she ran up to Kagome to see what was wrong, all she could do was point at the walls.

She looked up at the walls and gasped. There were pictures all over the walls, murals of…Kagome. Kagome with two men, a little fox-like child, and a woman. They stood under a tree, all looking satisfied. That was when she looked at the next wall.

Kagome stood with two children, one in her arms and one by her side. On her other side stood a man with long silvery hair and a smile on his face. The next wall was a portrait of Kagome wearing a formal kimono, sitting on a large chair right next to the same silver haired male that was with her before.

The ceiling showed Kagome in a white Kimono with a crescent moon on her forehead and one jagged red line on each cheek. Next to her was a picture of the same silver haired man with similar markings and kimono on. The man was holding her close to him, a look of love on each of their faces.

This was Kagome's legacy; what she had left behind when she had come for the abortion. This was her love, the one person who could make her smile. The person who could dry her tears and carry her through the fire.

Kagome's mother asked her if she wanted to return to the house with her. She weekly nodded. Her body was numb knowing that he still loved her after all that time. Knowing that he had still cared. That was all that mattered to her.

Maybe he had died? Maybe he was in the afterlife? Maybe…maybe she should join him?

She went home with her mother, thinking, thinking. Maybe she would get the book published soon. She sat down on her computer and wrote in the last sentence of the book; a replacement for the last paragraph.

The girl found that the castle of her love still stood. Her hopes were dashed as she walked through the deserted corridors she had once known so well; had once been so full of life. He was not there. He was gone. He hadn't loved her after all.

All of the pictures of her had been taken off of the wall. The girl sighed as she slowly walked to her old room, therein finding what she could not believe to be true. She found pictures of herself on every wall. Her sanctuary.

Her adopted son and friends were all painted up on the wall, showing times of happiness and freedom. Their smiles lit the room. She glanced at the other walls. They portrayed her and her love together, happy, smiling.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she looked over all of the happy times she wished she could relive. Nothing would be the same without him. Her sorrow grew when she looked at the ceiling; a painting showing herself and her love as angels. They were together and happy.

That was when an idea sprung into the girls head. She ran out of the castle in the pouring rain and threw herself into the raging river nearby. She found herself at the gate to heaven and he was waiting there for her. She ran into his arms as a tear ran down her cheek. He embraced her tightly and they were happy for ever more.

Kagome printed out her document. The final draft was done. She knew that she had finally finished her masterpiece. She bound it up and put it in a bag. She handed it to her mother and asked her to please send it to the publisher.

There were to be NO changes in the story. Nothing editorial, nothing. It was to be her work alone. It was perfect. No spelling errors, nothing. It was completely edited, cut, and hers.

Kagome stepped out of the door with a coat. She told her mother that she wanted to go out for a while. She kissed her on the cheek and told her she loved her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she said this and her mother became worried.

"What is wrong, Kagome?" she asked quietly. Kagome was done talking, though. She just shook her head sadly and walked out the door. Kagome walked and thought. She thought about how much fun it had been with Sesshomaru. How much fun she had with her friends Miroku, Sango, Shippou and Inuyasha.

Then she thought about how he had raped her out of jealousy. Jealousy of his older brother. Was that the right thing? Should she have been so blunt with him? Could she have avoided it?

Tears ran down her face and mixed with pounding rain. She could barely see five feet in front of her, but she didn't need to. Kagome knew exactly where she was going.

Her feet took her to her destination. She walked for what felt like an hour. She knew it was probably only about a half an hour. She sighed deeply as she reached the western castle.

This was it. Her last stop.

Kagome looked up at the castle and sniffed. He wasn't there any more. Her fingers tightly gripping the guard rail, she took a step up the thongs of the barrier.

Her feet slowly climbed over the rail and she looked down into the raging river. There were many people around but she didn't really care. She would be with Sesshomaru at last.

Kagome's tears flew off her face as rain pounded down on her. She felt her stomach churn as she fell towards the water.

It was icy cold and felt like it was stabbing her with icicles. Kagome took a sharp intake of breath as she hit the water. The current was so strong. She wouldn't be able to swim, and no one would be able to reach her.

She smiled slightly as she got dragged down the river, water filling her lungs. She felt her vision blurring and her breath becoming deeper. The intake of water was uncomfortable, but she didn't particularly mind.

The sooner, the better. The sooner she drowned, the sooner she would be with Sesshomaru.

Suddenly, Kagome felt a tug on her stomach. This was it, she thought. She would be dead in a minute, free to be with him. The grip on her stomach tightened and she felt herself stop in the current. The icy water had made her whole body numb.

-Must have hit a rock- she thought meekly.

A sharp pain flew through her body and she was lifted out of the raging water. A soaked figure struggled to clamber out of the water. His long, silvery hair blew violently in the rough wind.

Kagome looked up at the person who had saved her and started screaming at him. "What the hell do you think you are doing? I WANTED TO DIE YOU IDIOT! DON'T SAVE ME, I WANT TO DIE! THROW ME BACK IN! THROW ME BACK! I DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED, ARE YOU DEAF!? PUT ME BACK IN THE RIVER SO I CAN BE WITH THE MAN I LOVE ON THE OTHER SIDE, PUT ME BACK!"

The man stared at her as the lithe figure in his arms screamed hysterically at him.

For Kagome, the whole world started spinning. The darkness was closing in and she could feel herself falling. Had he really let her go? She could feel warmth surround her as she fainted.

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A/N: So, what did you think? That's the end of this chapter!

I worked SO hard on it! It took me like three freaking days! I hope you don't get too mad at me, there's still going to be one or two chapters left.

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Well, R&R and tell me what you think!