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The group squints their eyes as a large flare up of light bursts through the well door. Shippo is the first to step out.

"Inuyasha…is this really her time?" Miroku asks following suit Shippo.

Inuyasha's golden spheres dart nervously around his once beloved's front yard. To him, it seems to be centuries since he's last visited her home. "Y-yeah…"

Sango, overwhelmed with pure curiosity, wanders around the shrine. Wow, Kagome has more wheeled contraptions. Isn't called a bike?

Miroku walks into the shrine. These sutras…they're…fake. These couldn't hurt a fly. Maybe that's why Lady Kagome is so weak.

Inuyasha wanders upon the sacred tree. He gazes up to the highest limp. His eyes travel from leaf to leaf. As a soft breeze blows, the small white tassels wrapped around the trunk flow in the breeze. The sacred tree…this is the tree that Priestess Kikyou pinned me to for fifty years. Fifty damn years…dumb bitch…It's still here after all this time…Kagome. She's the one who removed the arrow. She's the one who set me free. And yet…I always went…to Kikyou. Why didn't I see it before? Kikyou wanted me dead, and Kagome…just wanted to be near me…how could I be so damn stupid?

Inuyasha's ears twitch to the sound of a roaring engine. His hand instinctively grasp the handle of Tetsusaiga. Miroku quickly locates Sango and protectively stands in front of her bracing for attack.

As the sound of a loud slam echoes through the shrine, a familiar and distinct smell enters his nostril cavities. Kagome?… He inhales deeply dashing to the steps and flying down to meet this mysterious person lingering by a car. It smells like but… He twists her by the shoulder to reveal a smiling women in her mid forties. His face has disappointment etched all over.

Mrs. Higurashi's smile dissipates into a thin line. Followed by an astonished and alarmed glare. Inuyasha feels the her eyes travel up and down his person. She looks at every detail of his bedraggled state. Her eyes seem to dissect every section on his body. His yellowed claws, his ruffled hair, his calloused knuckles. Most of all, he felt her eyes burn a hole through his silver dog ears.

Inuyasha can't fathom the sudden attitude from his beloved's mother. Usually, Mrs. Higurashi offered nothing but warm smiles and soft eyes. Always overlooking his many flaws. Inuyasha glances into her eyes and suddenly the feeling of loneliness and pity washes over him. Those eyes. That cold stare. It was the same stare demons and humans alike have given all of his life. Inuyasha, of course is used to it by now. The fact that Mrs. Higurashi shoots it at him sends him hurling into an unconscious state of mind. Fortunately, Mrs. Higurashi snaps him out of his stupor. Her knuckles turn white as her grip on her grocery bags grows tighter.

"What-huh?"

"I said who are you?" She steadily continues her glare.

"I'm Inuyasha. Mrs. Higurashi, what's going-"

Mrs. Higurashi looks purely disgusted, to put it nicely. "How do you know my name!?" Her canvas bags fall loose from her scope.

Before Inuyasha can speak, Gramps rushes out of the car with paper strips. "Beware you demon. I am trained with sutras." The old man holds a flimsy strip of paper out. A sudden breeze blows, and his 'sutras' follow the wind. Gramps runs after them in hot pursuit.

Inuyasha is taken aback. How could the family of his beloved forget him? He is the reason their precious Kagome is always gone! Inuyasha glances shockingly between the two. Just then, Souta steps out of the car, licking an ice cream cone.

"Souta!" Inuyasha sounds relived. 'I know you know me! Say that you know me!"

"I know you?…" Souta's voice wavers. He looks to his mother voice approval. He receives a swift shake of her head in return.

"I-I-…" Inuyasha bounds up the steps and rejoins the group. He gathers suspicious looks form everyone. What was wrong with these people. "Fuck!"

Miroku, use to his creative language, ignores it and queries his friend. "Who were those people?"

"Kagome's folks…" Miroku eyes widen.

Sango looks more concerned than anything. She heard the entire thing. It all does add up to her. Why would they act as though that didn't know him? They wouldn't. She had never met them, but she had this gut feeling that they wouldn't joke like that. Sango strokes Shippo's tail vigorously, consumed in thought.

Miroku silently trudges ahead, towards the well. If they honestly can't recall Inuyasha, it wouldn't be all that wise for him to stay. He and Sango stop at the well shed entrance, expecting the inu-youkai, to be stomping behind. They turn to find Inuyasha sauntering into their home.

Miroku follows, leaving Sango's mouth agape. "You can't truthfully say you thought he was leaving that easily do you?"

Sango closes her mouth, and silently follows, staring down at Shippo's teal bow.

Inuyasha plops down at their floor table, doggy style.

Sango finally pulls up the courage to question her youkai friend's actions. "Are you sure we should be here? I mean…they seem as though they don't know you."

"They know me. I-…" Inuyasha's confident aura fades away. What if they really didn't remember him? Maybe they did. What if they were scared of him? Inuyasha still can't shake the feeling of Mrs. Higurashi's cold stare off. There are only a few people who never stared at him with such a high intensity of hatred. He use to consider her on of them. But now…

Mrs. Higurashi bounds through the paper thin door. "Why are you in my house?" She throws her things on the tiled floor and ushers Souta out. "That's it! If you and…and whoever these people are don't leave, I'm afraid I'll have to call the police!" She snatches her cellular from her pocket, and frantically dials nine one one.

Acting off of pure adrenaline, and a lot of his youkai, Inuyasha feels as though he has no choice. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he attempts to do as much damage as possible with out injuring. The pure shock of how fast Inuyasha had approached her, knocked the wind out of her. Mrs. Higurashi collapses forward, falling into Inuyasha's waiting arms.

Miroku looks dumbfounded. Was Inuyasha rally going to hurt her? "Inuyasha, tell me, were you really going to hurt Lady Kagome's mother?"

"Does it matter? It's over now." Inuyasha carries her into their family room, and lightly tosses her limp form onto the couch.

In the front room, Inuyasha's ears pick up a heavenly voice. It couldn't be? Is it possible?

"Mom, I'm home." He heard it sing. Her heard light footsteps trample up stairs, and swiftly follows after. When he arrives upstairs, he just barely catches a glimpse of a slender leg slipping through a door, before it closes.

He slowly treads toward that door. This couldn't possibly be real. He smalls her scent. Her intoxicating aroma. How could this be? He extends a hand out to the doorknob, and the door flies open before he even touches it.

It is her. Kagome…

A/N: I know what you're thinking. So predictable right? Wrong! I bet none of you can guess what will happen next. I'm declaring this a dare! (lol) See if you can guess…Review.