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A/N: Today we have a 2 hour delayed opening because of snow & ice so I thought I could start this chapter earlier!! So please enjoy!!

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Chapter 2: But…People DO Love Me for That

Snow fell lightly as a man walked through the field. Men of a small village where trying to, pathetically, push the snow off their crops.

The man's long ponytail swayed behind him and for a second he had no clue where to go.

"Oi!! Ruumomaru, get over here!!" a high-pitched voice yelled.

"But…what about those men!! They need help!" he yelled back.

"You're a youkai. You don't help people now come on, before Naraku-sama finds out."

"Hai, Tastunai-san."

The couple walked through the forest, the kunoichi in the front with a deep scowl on her face, the powerful Sword Master walking behind her in a daze.

"Ruumomaru…" Tastunai's voice cut through the silence.

The youkai looked up. "Yeah?"

Tastunai stopped her pace. "Don't you think…running from a man who doesn't do any of the dirty work himself…is really a challenge?"

"Huh?"

"I guess my vocabulary is too overwhelming for you, ne?" she turned, her long hand in it's ponytail fell over her shoulder. "We should do stuff worth while…like become manslayers or something. We gotta get our name in history!!"

"Tastunai-san…I don't want to kill people." The youkai stared at the ground. "I don't want to hurt people…"

Tastunai gave him an angry glared but it turned thoughtful as she saw the tears in his eyes. "The youkai who hates hanyou's has come to a fall…don't cry, sugar…there's nothing to cry about." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close for a second. "You're such a crybaby. And here I thought I was going to be working with the very powerful Ruumomaru who didn't fear the egotistical Inuyasha…"

He sniffed.

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"Please…please…I didn't do anything!"

"Shut up, old man. I wanna know where you put it!"

Thunder clapped ahead as the two figures stood in the field, one tightly clutching a thin bag, the other glaring down.

"I don't have it…" the old man was hesitant. The wind picked up, throwing the old man's wispy hair around.

The taller figures hair stayed tucked under a modern hat. Two pieces fell in front of the figures ears and whipped its face.

"The Mirror of Sanabad, give it up, jiji-sama, I'm not waiting much longer for you. Either you give it up or I rip your little head off and use it as a mantle ornament."

The old man shivered and fell, dropping the flimsy bag he held to the ground. A wrapped up circular item slid out onto the sloshy ground of the abandoned battle field. A hand shot out to grab it but the taller person grabbed it before and wiped its hand over the rivaling hand, shocking it, making it slink away back into the dark dirt.

"Ahahaha, the Mirror of Sanabad!! Hehehe, dumbass…doncha know never to be targeted by a sorcerer?" the sorcerer cloaked in shadows reached out a hand. Dark, grass green, spears of light shot out, impaling the man in different places before dropping him to the ground.

The figure pulled its hat off, letting short brown hair, up to its shoulders stick out in pointed sections. Two small clips held sections of its hair away from its cheeks. By hearing quite a description does anyone think she's a man?

The girl fastened her cloak with a red ruby pin and wiped her hands of blood that had splattered her white gloves. Her shirt underneath her cloak was tight. A young school girls outfit from the look of it, as was the skirt.

Hands gripped the end of her black cloak and grabbed her white-socked ankles, pulling her downward.

She raised an eyebrow. "Gokeki." She muttered as she wiped her hand lightly of the hands that grew from the ground. The hands shrivled in an instant.

"Great display, sorceress." A dark voice cracked through the air.

The girl wiped around, clutching the still wrapped Mirror of Sanabad in her arms. "Who's there?" she called.

"Too bad you aren't quite human."

"I asked who'd there??"

"The same aura as an electronic from the Miko Kagome-sama's world."

The girl stopped. "Come out, now!"

The lightening and thunder storm stopped immediately. Out stepped a very misplaced young looking man. "Quite an era your in." he smiled. His long wavy black hair was up in a ponytail and his eyes were a piercing violet.

"What do you want, fag?" she spat as she turned and started walking.

He reached out his hand and smiled. The girl stopped.

"Arehime. The great mechanical sorceress Hajima Arehime. Nice to meet you, I am Naraku."

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"Higurashi-san,, how many fingers am I holding up."

"Three you dumb old man."

"I was asking the blind woman, young man."

"Souta! Please let the doctor work!" Mrs. Higurashi yelled as she pulled her son away. "I'm so sorry doctor, please proceed."

"I can't see it, sir, I can't see anything." Kagome replied quietly.

The doctor sighed and stood.

He pulled Asuka away and whispered low to her. "Your daughter, as you said, is highly visially impaired. There's nothing I can do for her, at the moment. Just see if it will go away."

The two glanced over at the girl. She was staring off into space, rubbing her Dark Dragon arm and sniffing.

"It may be a symptom a sickness. I will look into it." The doctor gathered his things and left silently.

"I…"

"She's whispering something!" Souta called.

"In…"

Asuka came over. After the word was finally uttered she sighed. "The poor girl. Souta go upstairs, I need to talk to Kagome alone."

"Hai, Mama."

After Souta left the room Asuka closed the door and sat in a chair across from the spaced out girl.

"Kagome…you miss your home, don't you?"

"Don't patronize me." Kagome said sternly.

Asuka sighed. "I'm not patronizing you, dear, I just want to know what could've made you blind? I wonder if I took you home you would be--."

"I am home, what are you talking about, Mama?"

Asuka gaped at her daughter.

"Y-you mean you don't remember?"

Kagome turned toward her 'mother', a perplexed look crossing her features. "I don't know…but there's a feeling deep inside me…telling me I need to go somewhere…but…I don't know where." She stared downward. "I feel…annoyed."

"Annoyed?" Asuka stares at her 'daughter' thoughtfully. "Here…follow me and I'll show you something."

She grabbed the girls hand and pulled her outside slowly.

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The well was covered in snow. A blanket of everlasting frozen rain. It was cold in the old well house and no one was about to watch the two women's display of oddities as they entered the frozen room, trying to close the door which only resulted in Asuka almost ripping chunks off the door. So they left it open.

Kagome stared blankly at the far wall. "This place…feels…familiar."

Asuka smiled. She stared down at her daughter from the steps she stood on. "It seems your arm remembers as well."

Asuka held her 'daughters' arm. The Dark Dragon weaving in and out of the, now ripped, bandages that concealed it.

"Maybe you should let him breath."

"Okay…" Kagome unraveled her arm wrapping and the black dragon sprung forth, slithering across the floor and then ramming against the sealed lid of the well.

Kagome stood, her hair weaving against the wind her dragon gave off.

Asuka smiled fondly but her smile slipped as Kagome slipped as well, her body falling forward toward the well.

She fell, sprawled on the ground, into the snow. She shook.

Asuka stood back, knowing to leave the girl to whatever was to happen to her as she tried to regain her memories.

"I need him…I'm lost…without him…my sun and moon…the little bastard that pushed me in."

Asuka couldn't believe such odds and ends that came from the 'innocent' girls' mouth.

"W-where are you…Inu…yasha…" she whispered, her voice wracked with restrained sobs. "I need you…Inuyasha…"

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Something clicked. The click was so powerful that all three companions jumped.

"Houshi-sama…something's wrong…" Sango whispered as she clutched the houshi's arm but kept up her steady pace down the winding dirt road.

Shippo shook on her shoulder. "I don't like this feeling…"

"A youkai?" Miroku asked quietly as they all proceeded unfazed down the road.

"You don't feel it, Miroku?" Shippo asked loudly. "It's like someone died!"

Sango stared at her hand. "Kagome-chan…something…happened to her…something painful."

"Kagome-sama?" Miroku looked down as well. "Parting is such sorrow. Grief has-"

"Shut up!" Sango stopped his poetic words.

"Why I'm hurt, Sango, that you-"

"Miroku…"

"Hai, Shippo?"

"Shut up…"

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She shivered again.

"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea…" Asuka whispered as she pulled the damp washcloth of Kagome's forehead and replaced it with a cooler one.

"I…nuyasha…"

"Who's that?"

"Her boyfriend I think…"

Asuka turned to the two girls that had come to visit their friend. Eri and Yuka

"Kagome-chan wouldn't have a boyfriend." Eri said incredulously.

"Of course she would. She's pretty isn't she? Plus you gotta go for the catch whenever theirs a good one." The girl named Yuka said. "But…doesn't Inuyasha sound like some…gangster name or something? Maybe she's in with some mobster that-"

"Alright girls! Who would like some lunch!" Asuka interrupted.

"I do!" the two girls forgot their previous conversation and followed the older woman out into the kitchen leaving the blind, sick, depressed, and amnesia-fied Kagome.

After they left she sat up, letting the washcloth fall to her lap as she immediately placed her dainty feet into the ready slippers on the floor. She coughed softly.

Inuyasha…I got to see you…what if…what if you're…

She stumbled out of the room, placing a coat over her clothes and stepping out into the night.

"How would a human like you understand how I feel? You have people who love you the way you are." He said.

"But…people don't love me for that." She whispered, lowering her eyes to the floor.

Kagome stopped her trek at the doors of the well house. They had finally closed after Asuka had pulled relentlessly at them for an hour. She stared at the handles without opening them.

"People do love you, Kagome-chan…your personality, your charm…or actions…your strength. Everyone loves you so you can't get lonely. You got us!"

"P-people…do love me…for that…" Kagome whispered, her voice raspy. "People…love me…for me…" she fell to her knees and drifted off into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

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Sorry…this took me quite some time…I'm on vacation and it's kinda depressing cause my parents are about to split up…and I'm depressed listening to music from a depressing Anime and sniffling…so here's a depressing chapter to reflect my nasty mood!! Plus I have a cold from some stupid little kid on the plane sitting behind us. He coughed like hell, and now I get his little cold full blast. So…I'm not at all well…

Anyway, can't wait to see some reviews!!

Next chapter:

Chapter 2: Memories From Afar