A/N:This story was prompted by YoukaiYume's picture titled "Don't Go" on DA. She said it was alright for anyone to take the idea and make a story from it, so here is my take. I do not own Inuyasha, I make no claims to owning it either. I simply own the plot after the first chapter, this first chapter was totaly inspired by YoukaiYume.


A Chance To Change Fate

Chapter 1: A Leap of Faith

Sesshomaru found the silence that settled around them unnerving. Kagome had never been one for silence, always talking and filling his ears with the soft sound of her voice. Her back was rigid and her face was hidden from view, but he knew her eyes were on the well before her. The moment he had spent the last three years dreading had finally snuck up on him.

"I," Kagome turned to look at him, her voice wavering.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her to continue.

"There was a time," she paused once more, unsure of how to put her feelings into words, "that I prayed every night for the well to open again. I thought for sure that after the first two years, it never would."

"Are you," he posed the question that burnt his throat like acid, "going to go back?"

"I miss them," she turned back to the wooden structure that had been a huge part of her high school years, "I miss the feudal era. I miss the fresh air and the silence of the forest. And to be there, when Naraku isn't a threat any more, I..."

Dread filled his very being, a feeling he had only felt when he had to watch Rin die so many years ago. Reality sunk deep into his heart, into his very soul, she had made up her mind. She was going back. He knew this would be the choice she made. In the back of his mind, he had known that this was coming, that she would leave to be with his brother.

"What if this is my only chance," Kagome's voice came out in a whisper, "if I don't go back, what if the well closes. I... I can't take that chance."

His breath hitched in his throat, as her legs flipped over the edge of the well and her bottom balanced precariously on the wooden structure. Desperation seized his chest and fuelled his steps. Kagome gasped in shock as warm strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her back firmly against a well build and muscled chest.

Her scent filled his nose vibrating into his very being, burning itself deep into his memories. Regret built in his heart, for he was holding her for the first and last time. He would never again get the chance to hold her.

For the first time in his life he lowered himself to the point of begging, "please, don't go."

Kagome drew in a sharp breath. Seconds later the smell of salt water nipped at his nose moments before a drop fell and landed on the exposed skin of his arm. Guilt built as he remembered the happiness his brother felt the day Kagome returned to him, but if he didn't try, if he just let her go without a fight, regret would follow him to his grave.

"Sesshomaru," she whimpered through her soft almost silent sobs.

"Don't go," he tried once more, "I love you."

She turned around in his arms, her face so close to his. He watched her, his golden eyes sparkling with emotion. She hiccuped, trying desperately to stop her crying.

"Sesshomaru," she gasped out, "I... I'm sorry."

The finality, the goodbye hidden in her words, shattered his heart. She slipped from his grip, falling backwards into the blue light of the magic that would carry her safely into the arms of his brother. It would carry her away to a place he could never reach. Her lips moved, but her voice didn't reach him. Her final goodbye lost into the depths of the magic that transported her five hundred years into his past.

The light dimmed, disappearing and leaving only one lone person standing in the well house. Alone, he allowed the tears that welled in his eyes to drop. The salty water splashed against the very object that had tore his love from his side. Slowly, he left, shutting the door behind him, trying to close out the pain in his heart.

The sky was bright, the birds chirped merrily, cars continued to race down the roads. Life went on, and so would he. He was no stranger to loss, and he had gone into this knowing her choice from the very beginning. His hand brushed away the tears, his face hardening to the point it had been when he first met her five hundred years ago. He would live on, but he knew this would change him, back into the person he once was.


A/N: I haven't wrote in forever and feel like this is completely horrible, but I'm going to keep going with it and see where I get. I'm currently stuck in a huge writers block streek and I'm trying to break it as fast as I can so I can finish my other stories! I'm sorry to everyone waiting for more chapters on my other stories. It's hard to write with my family around, this small tiny little chapter took hours to complete due to distractions. So, I'll see what I can do and where this goes. I have a good feeling about the plot racing through my head!