Hey my homies! Wassup? Y'all keepin' it real?

(don't mind me, I've just been playing some more hooked-on-ebonics games ^_^ no offense to anyone...)
Rah! I have absolutely NO ideas for this story!! But, I do know that there is some angst coming up ahead! Fluff fans, if you want fluffiness, then you'll just have to wait awhile.

*sigh* I'm so tired, but I'll write this up anyway...

You know, I've just noticed something weird. When I'm typing, I only use the middle finger of my left hand to type the left side. Come to think of it, I only use three fingers total. Bizarre! Does anyone else do that but me?

Alright, enough rambling---

Onward!
She felt like a schoolgirl.
She actually felt nervous inside.
The amount of situations that Kagome's mind thought up in twenty seconds was unfathomable.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed by a gauntlet...a very painful experience, no doubt.

She was torn. Torn between longing and caution.

Kagome wanted to see her old family again so much, but didn't want to just rush in there...who knows what might happen? Just jumping into things almost always got her into too-close calls in her old life.

She definitely did not want to experience those memories again!

Questions jostled their way importantly between her ears.

'What does Shippo look like now? Does he still live in the shac?'

'And what about Rin? And Sango? Are they doing alright?'

But the biggest one (in fat red letters) was a bit more heart wrenching to think about.

'...And Kouga. Is he okay? Is he in...'

Kagome couldn't bring herself to even think about it. The word 'love' was probably the biggest word in the English Language in Kagome's opinion. 'Love' had so many opportunities and strings attached to it, and every path had a consequential choice following it...all the jargon related to love made Kagome's head spin.

When she first settled herself among the gang, she was fourteen, and Kouga was fifteen. A bit young, yes, but life was tough, and you had to assure yourself a safe childhood, or so to speak, because weak children grow into weak adults, and weak adults are prime targets for the opposing gangs. Strong children grow into strong adults, and a strong adult is a mighty thing to have handy.

Kagome's cold, untrusting manner made her an extremely effective leader; but during the next half year later, Kouga had slowly became her brother. They looked out for each other, and held a very strong bond.

A couple months passed, and Kouga found he had developed stronger feelings for this strange little orphan. But, due to his fierce pride, he didn't ever let these feelings become public.

Kouga now found himself almost ready to die for this girl, and once nearly did. The crew had been making a routine "borrowing", and Kagome miscalculated her information. The car turned out to be a rival gang's, and the darkened street corner became a battlefield. Kouga had seen Kagome run out into the open (by accident) and she was completely unprotected.

Without thinking, he had taken the bullet through the shoulder for her, and almost died of blood loss. If it hadn't been for her curiously advanced medical skills, he surely would have had prime farming real estate. (AKA bought the farm...you know..DYING..just had to make sure people got that)

Kagome sifted the bad memories out of her head, and smiled at the good times they had shared. It had almost taken a year to realize that she had fallen for him without knowing it.

So, the two were in awkward avoidance.

One night, just as Kagome was going to bed, Kouga stopped her.

Kagome's eyes glazed at the memory.

He had finally told her that he loved her in more than a sisterly way, and to his surprise, she mirrored his feelings.

Things would have progressed farther if it hadn't been for that darned Naraku mess.
Kagome didn't even know what to think about Kouga anymore. She was pretty sure he wanted her blood, and it pained her to think such thoughts.

If she came back, would he love her still?
Kagome's stomach was churning like a washing machine.

There she stood, hidden around the corner of a building, safe from Shippo's cameras' view. A short walk and a turn of the doorknob would let her embrace her accustomed way of life.

She took a tentative step.

...Only a few more to go...
...But Kagome stopped. She just couldn't find the courage to do it.

What if Kouga had forgotten about her, and gotten a girlfriend that he loved completely.

That was the most likely case. He was a handsome man-boy. But he never was the player type. Girls had always seemed to go for his silent strength. Why would they have stopped flirting with him just because Kagome left?

Kagome just stood on the sidewalk, vaguely aware of the cameras' unblinking eyes trained upon her. She shivered. The cause to that was a mystery, as it was basically the middle of summer.

A gust of warm wind picked up, and danced around her fragile frame, playing with her hair, and whispering not-so-comforting words into her heart.

She turned her head, and gazed at the heavy, flaming sunset.

Kagome closed her eyes and bowed her head, remembering and honoring her dead family's namesake.

Sunset was the time when the spirits of her family came to her and played with the child hidden underneath. Sunset was the family's shrine name. Sunsets always made her remember how alone she truly was.

She hated sunsets.
Kouga stood, awestruck at the beauty of his short-lost love. He watched longingly as the wind tugged her hair around in swirls.

He glanced nervously towards the hall.

Shippo claimed he needed to use the lavatory, and headed to another room. Kouga suspected that Shippo didn't really need to go to the bathroom, but nonetheless that gave Kouga some time to freely admire the sight on the monitors ahead of him.

Seeing her sad and elegant face brought floods of memories of when she first came to this crack town, when he had taken a bullet for her, and...

...when he had let her know how he felt about her.

The dull sun lit her features with a fiery orange glow, and represented only one of her many moods.

He sighed sadly.

Naraku ruined everything.

If not for that two-faced bastard, Kouga would be living happily with Kagome.

Even though he was in a feral rage when he escaped the police, the look on Kagome's face had broken his heart.

He had never seen her cry until then. She was always cold and distant, not showing much trace of any lively emotion. But what would you expect of one who had lost their entire family in a house fire?

The one time Kouga had seen those crystalline tears drip from her eyes, it had been for him.

He had watched as Kagome was knocked out and taken to the police headquarters. He had read in a stolen newspaper that "Sid the Vicious" was finally caught and was being sent to another foster home in another city, and he had cried when he realized he would probably never see her again.

Yes, he did cry. So what? If the one you loved with all your heart suddenly disappeared from your life, wouldn't you be a tad bit miserable?

For all he knew, she probably hated him after he kicked her out and threatened her. He would never get her back, and it was all his fault.

But then, all of a sudden, Sid makes her entrance again, and disappears with two coppers on her trail.

Now, he was watching Kagome from in the shac.

Confusion ran through his mind as she just stood there.

'Is she going to come?'

It was like a bad soap-opera. Yeah, the lines are cheesy and all that, but what about that juicy tension? Mmm-hhmm...

Kouga's heart fell into despair as he saw her take a shaky step backwards.
'I can't take this anymore!' she screamed to herself.

As her emotional side panicked, the reasonable one stepped up to bat.

'If,' it reasoned, 'Kouga threatens to kill, he will most likely stay true to his word. Pride is his key virtue.'

Kagome gulped. He wouldn't...*kill* her...would he?

But being herself, Kagome just wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Her decision made, she took a step to increase the distance of the building and her.

She would leave, and no one would be hurt this time.
"KAGOME!"

She froze.

The one voice she was afraid to hear.

Did it sound... '...Afraid or anxious?'

Slowly, she turned around to face the building, and saw him, standing there.

The end.
(bwahaha! Did you fall for it? You are all so lucky I'm not mean like that!)

"Kouga?" Yes, what a dumb question. So? She felt the need to say it anyway!
He looked like a lost little boy, and his eyes were something akin to pleading.

Even though he stood across the street, she could see every emotion that flickered across his face clearly. There was anger...frustration...and...fear?

What had Kouga to fear about her? She thought he hated her guts!

Time seemed to stop right there.
The two stood in perfect silence, each afraid to lose the moment. But it had to happen sometime.

"You're leaving?" he called out, just loud enough for her to hear.

Kagome was confused. It seemed that she had gotten the wrong impression from the situation.

"Didn't you want me to? I thought that you didn't need me, that you hated me..."

He turned his head away with shame; shame for making Kagome hurt like that, shame for turning away the one who had lifted his heart from blackness.
The breeze lifted his hair up playfully. He shivered.

Why was it suddenly so cold?

Kouga locked his eyes onto Kagome's, and watched her squirm.

For minutes, the two stood, ignoring time itself.

His face relaxed with effort. It seemed he wasn't going to speak, but then he managed to whisper something into the wind.

"I don't hate you Kagome...I never have. I'm sorry for what I said that day..."

He looked sad, reminiscing about old times, good times.

Kagome frowned at him.
'shit!'

She was angry, to say the least.

All this time, she thought she could never return, and she wasted time by idly sitting in the house of her foster family and being driven to school like a pack-mule.

Considering her resources, she could have easily escaped and come back here.

But no, blame her childish emotions for being so fickle and indecisive.

Well, now that she was here, she had better make good use of it.

Kouga took a step forward.

"Please come back. We miss you."
Kagome's mind screamed in frustration. She wanted to go back! Yes! The feathery sensation tickled her entire being.

What was this odd feeling?

Something Kagome had forgotten about...
...happiness.
But, as expected, a thick, dark hand twisted her insides, and ordered her heart different ideas. It told her to turn back, no one loved her, and they never would. She would always be an outcast, living in the shadows of society.

The hand told her to turn away, to treat the world like it had treated her. Turn away, into the dark, where no one can see you, and no one can hurt you!

By now, Kagome was ready to split. She was thoroughly confused.
The conflicting emotions quarreled fiercely with each other, and the noise level in her head reached it's peak.

All of a sudden, she clasped her head with both hands and gasped. If it had been real noise, she most certainly would have gone deaf.

"Stop!"
The irritated yell rang throughout the near-ghost town, momentarily silencing it's numbered occupants.
Kouga watched her with worry.

Was she insane?

What was wrong?

His feet were cemented to the pavement, and prevented him from rushing to her side.
Although the atmosphere was completely silent, the crashing in her head was torrential. It was like rushing river rapids in springtime amplified by ten.
She felt someone screaming inside her, someone trying to get out. She thought it was only those tangled emotions until a sharp pain ripped through her side. It was so sudden, she didn't even have time to scream. But that didn't stop the pain.

It was terrible.

It felt like something clawing its way out of her side, desperately looking to escape.
Kagome did gasp though, but it was inaudible. The pain had taken the breath right out of her.
"Kagome!"
A new voice rang out through the raging silence.
One that she confusedly recognized.
Kagome turned slightly to see a blur of red and white coming closer.

'Him?'

The last person in the world she had expected to find, found her.

"Inuyasha?" she tried to say, but only came out as a choked whisper.

Her vision blurred, and she collapsed onto the coldly awaiting concrete sidewalk.

At that moment, the silence burst, and Kouga's feet became unstuck, only to make their way over to the fallen girl quickly.
Deep inside herself, Kagome heard voices.

They sounded like children, except without the usual merriment.

There was fearful screaming, full of terror and throbbing confusion.

She wanted to help them, whoever they were.
Kagome tried to take a step, away from the disaster, away from the pain.

But it would not let her escape so easily. She felt herself sinking, sinking into a black pit.

Scrambled, futile efforts to get up again left her, and she prepared to let the darkness embrace her. In a last hope for help, she looked up.

But she found what she had not expected.

A soft white light glowed above, steadily turning pink.

'what the hell?'

The light looked so far above, but it gave her a tiny bit of hope.

Freeing her left arm, she reached up towards the heavens, in search of some kind of aid.

And it came.
The light slowly descended into the pit, disintegrating the darkness, transforming it into a pure white.

Suddenly, Kagome didn't feel like she was suffocating anymore, and breathed deeper in relief.

Somewhere above, yet right beside her, a soft voice spoke. It was old and young, deep and light. It had colors in it that Kagome, or I, for that matter, could not describe. It was cool yet warm, relaxing yet awakening, it was the voice of purity and truth.
Kouga and Inuyasha were running to Kagome, each in desperate hopes that she wasn't hurt.

Thirty feet...twenty feet...

Almost there....

But suddenly, ten feet away from her, both young men were thrown backwards, and where she previously lay, stood a tall white fire.

It had the image of Kagome, but with hair a blinding white, a long dress of every color, and the most curious feature...

...gigantic wings spread on either side of her.

The wings were all white with black tips, and had a total length of six feet per wing.
Kouga and Inuyasha, were, to say the least, stunned.
This was not Kagome!!
Whoo! It took me forever to write this stupid thing. When I first started typing, it was Valentine's Day! Jeez!

Well, was it realistic enough, or did it just sound stupid?

I know it sounds like other stories and all, but believe me, it's not the same. It'll get pretty interesting (I hope) in the next chapter, and if I get enough reviews, I'll consider typing it ^_^

Bye for now...Truth

(p.s...i'm going to change my name to Torrential Silence..so don't be alarmed when you see this story under that penname.)