Disclaimer: I wish I owned Inuyasha (or at least his ears!) but, sadly, I don't. T.T

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Chapter 8: Is Home Really Where The Heart Is?

Kagome hit the bottom of the well harder than usual. Tears

spilled freely from her eyes. She curled up into a ball in the

corner of the well and continued to cry.

"Inu. . .ya. . .sha. . ." She sobbed. Her heart ached with a

sudden longing for the futile dimension. She felt like she was

lost, far away from home. . .even though she was sitting in her

own backyard. Finally, Kagome picked herself up and crawled

slowly out of the well. She stepped out of the well house,

blinking against the sunlight. She took short, deliberate steps

toward the front door, praying that this was all just a dream.

When she stepped inside, her mother was there to greet her.

"Kagome, I thought you weren't coming home until this weekend.

Surely Inuyasha didn't give you a vacation?" She questioned with

light humor. It was then she saw the sullen look on her

daughter's face. "Honey, what happened?" "Oh, Mom!" Kagome

cried, bursting into fresh tears. She dove into her mother's

arms, being greeted with a tight hug. When her crying had calmed

down considerably, Kagome related the whole ordeal to her mother.

By this time, Mrs. Higurashi had led her daughter to the couch.

She listened calmly as Kagome told her the whole story, pausing

briefly here and there to let out short sobs. When Kagome had

finished, her mother looked her straight in the eyes. "If I know

Inuyasha as well as I think I do, then I know he will find a way

through this." She took her daughter's hands in her own and

continued. "He cares about you very much. Trust me, I'm your

mother, I know these things. This Kikyo girl, whoever she may

be, is obviously a thing of the past. He doesn't love her

anymore. And somehow he will prove that to her." Kagome nodded,

brushing final tears from her eyes. Mrs. Higurashi stood. "And

until then, you're going to wait here for him with hope in your

heart and confidence that he will return for you." She stated.

Kagome smiled as a sudden daydream floated into her mind. She

could just picture the day Inuyasha came back to get her. He

would step out of the well house, and the sun would shine down on

his ivory hair, making it shine. His eyes would sparkle with

joy, and she would run outside to meet him. He would wrap her in

a large hug that only a Hanyou was capable of, and together they

would jump back through the well. Sango, Miroku, and Shippo

would all be waiting on the other side. . .her thoughts were

interrupted as she was pulled to her feet. "Now, I want you to

go upstairs and take a hot shower. Afterwards, you should

probably go to bed, but if you don't want to, I can understand."

Mrs. Higurashi stated, giving Kagome a small push towards the

stairs. Kagome nodded reluctantly and made her way upstairs.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her,

leaning against it for a brief moment. Finally, she turned the

hot water on and pulled the shower curtain. She stripped her

clothing as steam filled the room. Kagome immediately accepted

the warm water. It washed away the layers of dirt from Futile

Japan. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't wash away the

fear in her heart. It hung in the air wherever she went, and she

knew it would continue to, as long as Inuyasha was alone. But,

in truth, Inuyasha wasn't alone. He had Kikyo. And that just

scared her more. Kagome turned off the water and climbed out of

the tub, wrapping herself in a towel. She walked silently down

the hallway and into her bedroom. After slipping on some

pajamas, Kagome sat down at her desk. She looked over all the

homework she had missed. Thank God Souta had been kind enough to

bring it home for her. It would take days to finish it all. She

started to work, though she was barely focusing on any of the

papers. She worked late into the night, until she finally fell

asleep. Her sleep was filled with dreams of the futile era. She

saw Shippo's tiny face and heard his squeaky voice. She could

see Miroku's rueful smile and still feel his hand brush her

behind. She remembered when they had first found Sango, alone

and half-dead, and how they had taught her to trust in people

again. But, most of all, she thought about Inuyasha. She could

still remember when she had first found the hanyou pinned to the

Goshinboku Tree, and how she had brushed his ears. He had

thought she was Kikyo, and had treated her like dirt for days.

But she had known it was just a cover-up. . .or at least, she

thought she did. She even recalled the first time he had opened

up to her, right after they had left Jineji's village. She had

felt so wonderful to know that he trusted her enough to tell her

about his past. But, even with all these good memories of

Inuyasha, a dark horror continued to fill her heart. She missed

him terribly, and just prayed that he was alright.

~~~~~ Well, there's another chapter for ya! I plan on making my next chapter based on a song. . .but I'm not gonna tell ya which one. You're all just gonna have to wait and find out! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I've been really busy. I'll try not to take so long with the next one.