Through Her Eyes

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Summary: They were two completely different women who coincidentally shared the same face. After a tragic accident one of them is mistaken for the other, and the other dies. Helpless, she finds herself taking over the life of a woman she barely met.

Chapter 12: Bliss

The lights pulsed, and a feeling of drunken euphoria swept over me. I've always nightclubs. It was a way to dance away my feelings in a public area where no one could recognize you right away.

Kouga and I had broken up for good today, and as happy as I was to not be tied down to such a possessive man, I was left feeling bitter. I needed to stop thinking about him; I needed to get away from my everyday life and just dance.

The music pounded loudly in my ears, but I didn't care. I moved my hips in beat with the music and laughed as people began cheering me on. I wouldn't dare admit this to anyone, but I fed off their attention. I'm just a girl who likes attention every now and then, sue me!

All of a sudden strong arms circled around my waist and I jumped forward and whirled around. Before me was the most gorgeous male I've ever laid eyes on. He wasn't human, I knew that much, judging from his silver hair and golden eyes. Then I saw it—the dog ears. I don't know what came over me, but I instantly reached up and caressed the furry appendages. A look of shock flew across his features, but then he smiled at me, and I swore I was in love.

"What are you doing here?" I heard him say, and I shrugged.

"I always come here on the weekends."

"You never told me about this. I'm shocked."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing further and we danced together. He was probably drunk off his ass, but he was cute and I was in mourning… if you call the end of my longest relationship 'mourning'.

After we danced, he dragged me somewhere. I was too drunk to care. Was I going to get laid? I was a virgin, and I sobered up a bit as a small feeling of dread crept up behind me. I got a better look at him, and just how handsome he looked was enough for me to hand over my virginity to him on a silver platter. I was a horrible example of innocence and purity right there, but I was drunk. That was my excuse for everything that night.

He brought me underneath the staircase and pushed me against the wall. It took a minute to register what he was doing, but when his lips landed on mine my brain had shut down. It's not every day that a hot stranger wants to make-out with me in a night club. I hope he wasn't a rapist or a serial killer, which would be a total bummer.

My hands were tangled in his hair and I kissed him back with equal drunken passion and he ground his pelvis into me, eliciting a shocked moan.

"Damn Kikyou, I never thought you could be a wild one."

WAIT. HOLD ON A SECOND.

Kikyou? Who the hell was Kikyou? I shoved back the man and threw him a look. He stumbled back and landed against the wall and he looked at me, too.

"I'm not Kikyou." I said, or slurred… whatever, and a smile grew on my lips. The silver-haired god-man smiled back at me and leaned in for a kiss again.

"I'm too drunk for your games right now, Kikyou. I've missed you lately." He slurred at me, and somehow I managed to evade his advances.

"I'm really not—" I kissed him back, and he fondled a breast.

"Why don't you respond like this when we're at home? Hell, why don't you ever do anything while we're at home?"

What?

"I think you have me confused for someone else." I breathed as his lips trailed down to my neck.

"Like I could mistake anyone else for my wife." He snorted, and I pushed him back again.

"Wife?! Listen, man, I'm barely 21. I just turned 21 last month! I'm not going married and I don't plan on getting married anytime soon!"

"Quit with the games, Kikyou!" Boy, he was really adamant about me being this Kikyou person. Through my drunken haze I could see he was getting angry.

"Piss off, I'm not Kikyou! I don't even know who she is!" Growing irritated at his persistence, I kicked him where it hurt the most—yep, his nuts.

I watched as he doubled over in pain, a string of curses leaving those cursed lips of his and I chuckled to myself.

"My name's Kagome, by the way. It was nice making out with you, though." I said and I turned away, leaving him bent over in pain. I had to find Sango; she was probably worried sick about me or hooking up with the bartender… or both.

I had to say, though. This night was very interesting.

Kagome awoke that morning feeling weird. That dream she had felt so real, as if she's lived it before. Looking at where Inuyasha was supposed to be laying, she raised an eyebrow. Where was he?

As if on cue, Inuyasha walked in.

"Morning, sunshine." He greeted as he plopped down on the bed beside her.

"What time is it?"

"Almost ten, you looked like you were enjoying your sleep so I didn't want to wake you." He waggled his eyebrows at her, and Kagome blushed before throwing a pillow at him. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"I had the strangest dream, like it was almost a memory." She said, and Inuyasha looked at her.

"Really? Do tell."

"Well let me ask you a question, first."

"Okay,"

"Before the accident, have you ever met me before?"

Inuyasha laughed and shook his head. "I think I'd remember if I ever saw you. Hell, even if I passed you walking down the street I'd never forget you." He pointed out. Kagome pursed her lips in deep thought before shrugging.

"I guess it wasn't a memory then."

"Woooooah, you dreamt of me?" Inuyasha asked, his interest in her dream greatly spiking. Kagome nodded.

"Yeah, you mistook me for Kikyou, again." She pointed out, throwing him a hard look. "But we made out, so it was pretty cool."

"Making out?" Inuyasha began searching through his own memories, but none came to mind. "I haven't made out with Kikyou in years, when was this?"

"I was 21 apparently."

Inuyasha thought harder, and shook his head. "No… I don't remember anything."

"Well you were pretty wasted." Kagome pointed out, and Inuyasha looked at her.

"What? Wasted? The hell?!"

"Yeah we were at a nightclub!"

"What were you doing in nightclubs! You know, only guys who want an easy lay go there!"

Kagome smirked and looked at him. "So that's why you were there, huh?"

Inuyasha blinked, and fought the blush that threatened to rise on his cheeks. "Before, yeah… I normally go with Miroku and a couple of employees."

"Well, that was my dream. I was dancing, you came up and danced with me. Something about you've never seen this side of me, and then you take me to the stair case and we have an intense make out session but you started calling me Kikyou and I got angry and kicked you in the nuts—"

"Kicked me in the nuts!? That was you?!" Inuyasha exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. "I've been mad at Kikyou about that for weeks!" He was genuinely shocked. No wonder Kikyou couldn't remember a thing—because she wasn't the one who did it. How could he have gotten so drunk that night to where he couldn't distinguish scents? He already met Kagome and yet couldn't remember her, and that angered him. If he were sober when that happened, he would have hunted her down and tried getting to know her, and then happily divorce Kikyou and be with Kagome. Just his luck that the Kami's erased that certain memory. Oh well, he'd just have to make more, and make sure to never forget them.

Kagome giggled and shrugged.

"I seemed like a very different person before. Now I wouldn't dare hit anyone down there." She told him, and Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"Why can't I remember the make-out session?"

"Pervert." Kagome said as she chuckled. "I'm hungry, let's get breakfast!"

"Your wish is my command, madam." Inuyasha said as he bowed slightly. As the pair exited the bedroom and headed for the kitchen, Inuyasha brought his hand around Kagome's waist.

"Since I can't remember that make-out session, can we have another one?"

That resulted in a punch to the chest and name-calling.

That night, in a totally different country...

"My father is a tyrant, I can't stand him. I never wanted to be a part of this lifestyle. I hate business, always have, and always will. I just want to pursue my career in acting, but with father always demanding that I put all I can into the business, I never have any time for it. Part of me just can't wait till he dies. But as a youkai, it won't be until the millennia."

"I see," Sesshoumaru said, staring at the beauty who sat before him. It was just his luck that Naraku's eldest daughter had waltzed into the bar he frequently went to. He was surprised she was even in China.

Immediately talking to her, and offering her a drink, the woman decided to open up to him. He figured that she thought that he didn't know who she was, or that he was already drunk enough to not care. Well, Sesshoumaru didn't get drunk, no matter how much alcohol he downed. Only his youkai senses waned, and they were on full alert now.

"What was your name again?" He asked, diving into the role and taking the task of getting to the enemy's daughter. He was supposed to send Hiten on it, but it seemed too late for it now.

"Kagura."

"No last name?"

"I don't know you well enough for that," She threw him a smirk, and Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow but nodded.

As she continued talking, he used his peripheral vision to take a good look at her. She was beautiful, he would admit that much. She wore a little black dress and heels; her hair was down in waves. Her nose was small yet cute—Sesshoumaru wouldn't dare admit that, he doesn't say 'cute'— and her lips were plump and covered in a crimson lipstick. Her magenta eyes screamed mischief and it somehow enticed him. Overall she was walking sex and he knew it, she knew it, and the rest of the bar knew it.

"Hey lady, why don't you ditch that guy and come over to hang with us?" A human had called out to her, and she threw them a glare. Sesshoumaru's golden gaze moved to the group, and he stifled a sigh. The ignorance in humans seemed to increase on a daily basis. He stood up, and looked at the woman.

"Would you care to have a drink with me elsewhere?" He held out his hand to her, and Kagura looked up at him as she smiled. Taking his hand, she stood up and they walked away.

She was attracted to him, Sesshoumaru thought. It would be easy getting the information that he needed from her. Playing dirty wasn't exactly his forte, but when dealing with an opponent such as Naraku, one would have to use different tactics.

Let's hope that the woman wouldn't get to him, too.

A/N: Sorry for not updating frequently, and I'm sorry if the chapter seems rushed or if there's any grammatical and spelling errors- I just wanted to upload a quick chapter XD I've just gotten into school for nursing, so the chapters will come less frequently. They will most likely be shorter too—like this one was. ._. I still hope you enjoyed it, even though it was really nothing special besides the memory dream thing Kagome had (x at least I think it'll be a longer story over all since the chapters will become shorter. Ha ha ha.

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-Sai