Hi there folks!

Quick disclaimer here:

Surprise surprise, I do not own Inuyasha nor it's characters! Hell I wish I did―because let's be real, Rumiko Takahashi is a genius―but I don't. Therefore, I do not claim ownership of the Inuyasha world or it's characters and as this is a work of fanfiction, really the only thing I own here is my own take on the plot, but I digress. In essence, this is a fanfiction I've written for my own entertainment and for the entertainment of others as well. However, I would very much appreciate it if no one copied this fanfiction, because while I don't own Inuyasha, I do very much own all the writing I'm going to be dishing out for this fanfic. So in essence, copying this fanfiction is a big NONO! And don't let me catch you, because I will be very much offended and will be discouraged from continuing this fanfiction any further! Please keep in mind that I am not obligated to write fanfictions as I do NOT profit in any way or form from them, but ultimately choose to do so because I simply enjoy it.

That being said I hope you all enjoy the plot that will ensue.

Chapter 1

April 22, 2021

The pitter-pattering of rain filled the office of an ordinary office worker that sat in front of the harsh light of her computer screen. Rubbing the dryness out of her eyes, Kagome Miyazaki squinted against the tiny script of her screen. Before long the young woman could no longer withstand the glare of her screen and was forced to concede defeat as she pushed away from her desk to give her vision a break.

It would be an overstatement for Kagome to say that her currently overtaxed state was a byproduct of long work hours and a busy schedule. No, rather if anything, Kagome was used to long work hours and after three years in the game she'd grown accustomed to a busy life and had always thrived in an engaging work environment. It could even be said that she enjoyed it. Even during her school days, Kagome had always appreciated the thrill of a new challenge and it was why she'd kept most of her high school and college years filled with extracurriculars. That being said, overtime had never been a problem for her in the past as Kagome had always been a stickler for making the most out of her time while giving everything her utmost best―if her very obsessive and compulsively color-coded schedules gave any indication.

No, the reason for her current state went beyond her hectic work life. Two months. It'd been two months since her mother's passing. No longer did she get to wake up to the sound of her mother's morning wake up call where she'd blast to her 80s rock music―of which Kagome would always make sure to complain about. No longer did she get to eat her mother's warm meals and the packed lunches she'd insist on making for her daughter, before Kagome left to work. No longer was her house filled with the sound of her mother's rambunctious laughter as she watched the latest rom coms that aired on her favorite channel. All of these things for which she'd once reproached her mother for, she now missed with such an intensity that left her desperate to find consolation in the memories that her mother had left scattered around her childhood home.

From wearing her mother's old clothes around the house to listening to her old cassettes in the chipped Walkman her mother had kept from the years before Kagome's birth, Kagome had spared no efforts in attempting to keep her mother's memory alive. As of most recently, Kagome had even taken to binge reading her mother's favorite mangas on her otherwise sleepless nights. It wasn't like she wasn't aware that what she was doing was unhealthy, but Kagome couldn't help herself. She was grieving in the only way she knew how.

She only wished she could get some proper sleep. Every night for the past two weeks she'd gone through the routine of lying in bed for hours before resigning herself to the fact that she was going to get no sleep once again and would ultimately turn on a light to pull out one of her mother's old volumes of Inuyasha, from which she'd named her only daughter after the female lead. During her adolescent years, Kagome had often been mortified over the fact that she'd been named so carelessly after a character in a manga and more often than not would admonish her mother for so shamelessly raving about it to her friends. In a strange turn of events, after her mother's death, she spent what little spare time she had, obsessively reading and rereading the books she'd once gone as far as hiding in their tool shed so as to deter her mother from pulling them out whenever Kagome brought her classmates home from school for group studies.

The whirring sound of her monitor came to a stop as her computer went into sleep mode. Kagome ran her fingers through her oily and unwashed locks only for her fingers to get caught in a particularly gnarly knot. Sighing in resignation, she stretched her back until she heard an audible pop, before hoisting herself off of her roller chair and making her way over to the coffee pot she kept in the corner of her office, over a small uneven table that she'd fixed by placing a stack of books under one leg. Pouring an adequate amount of coffee into a paper cup, she leaned against the edge of the table and promptly slid her metal rimmed glasses up to the bridge of her nose. Taking a long drawl from the styrofoam cup, she winced as the tepid liquid made contact with her tongue. The coffee itself had been a pity gift she'd received from one of her coworkers when her mother's passing had become common knowledge. While greatly appreciated, even Kagome had to admit that the damn thing tasted like battery acid to her taste buds.

The rain had not lessened in the least bit over the past hour, not that she minded. Kagome had always loved the sound of rainfall from a young age. She could sit hours beside a window and not get enough of it. The rainy season was one of the few aspects she'd liked about spring. For her mother it was the cherry blossoms, but for Kagome it was the frequent rainfall. The blooming of flowers she could care less for. However, a rainy day would always put a smile on her face. To Kagome it felt like it'd only been just yesterday that her mother would scold her for playing out in the rain and walking into the house drenched in a shivering mess.

She lamented the fact that for once her mother would not be present to see the cherry blossoms bloom. Kagome never once liked going cherry blossom viewing as a kid. As an unfortunate soul with severe pollen allergies, she was always forced to resort to wearing a mask whenever going outdoors and she never really did understand what all the buzz was about when it came to the cherry blossom season. If you didn't get a chance to go one year, you could always go the next.

The year before, Kagome had refused outright to go with her mother and that year as the cherry blossom season drew nearer, Kagome was filled with a heart gripping sensation at the prospect of not being able to go view the cherry blossoms with her mother ever again. Her therapist called it 'survivor's guilt,' but Kagome felt that it was more than that. Looking back, she realized that she'd never been a good daughter. As an only child being raised by a single mother, Kagome had been spoiled and selfish. As an adolescent, Kagome had been even worse. She'd been inconsiderate and downright spiteful during her teenage years. As a twenty-four year old adult female, Kagome had been no better. Always buried in work without any time to spare for her mother, Kagome rarely spent any quality time with her mother and for the most part left her to her own devices.

Kagome felt moisture gather in her eyes at the thought of her mother all alone in that big house. Her heart clenched and a loud sob escaped her lips. Her chest contracted and for a second it felt like she couldn't breath. Kagome gasped for air but the pain in her chest began to amplify. It was then that she realized that something was undeniably wrong. Her vision swam as Kagome dropped to her knees. The styrofoam cup slipped out of her grasp and fell to the ground, spilling its dark contents onto the carpet.

Am I dying? was the last thought to cross her mind in her muddled state, before she fell into oblivion.

For those of you that are confused,

Major hint** This is a transmigration novel.

P.S You can also locate this story on my Wattpad account.