Her breath quickened and she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Inuyasha stood over her. Pinning her to the wall. She gasped as he came at her with an indiscernible look in his eyes, his lips molding around hers and drawing her in.
Kagome sat up shaking the twisted sheets from around her body where they had pinned her to the bed. She brought a hand to her forehead, and wiped away the slight sweat that had beaded there in her nighttime struggles. Slowly, as if her hand had a life of it's own it trailed down to her mouth. She could feel his kiss still, pressing against her mouth.
'It was a dream.' She spoke sternly but silently to herself, brushing her beautiful black hair and staring at herself in the mirror. 'Or maybe a nightmare. He's gone-' even her inner voice choked as tears sprang to her dark brown eyes. He was gone. How she wished that those words had been upon her. How she wished they would never come to her lips. How she wished he were still there, waiting to take her home with him. To see his smirk, to look into his amber eyes, and watch his silver mane brush past her as he carried her. It would never happen again.
Inuyasha had died in battle, one of the few ways he would want to go. 3 demons had besieged him and he had failed to see the blow coming until it- she shook her head trying to rid herself of the memories of his death. To forget how sad and frightened his eyes seemed when they fell on her. That was before they had closed, forever.
She had been torn away from the demons by her friends, her Miko Aura blasting hot enough to scald Miroku's hands when he drug her away from the steaming bodies. The Hate and pain she had felt were overwhelming. Inuyasha form looked so small crumpled on the ground; she had destroyed his murderers so quickly they never even saw the attack that ripped them limb from limb.
Inuyasha was gone. She hated herself, if only she could have stopped them from hurting him. If only they hadn't used her as bait to draw him there. She wiped the tears from her eyes and put on her uniform. Used to the dull repetition of reality, which soothed her. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the front doors of her home, determined not to let anyone see the pain that coursed through her body.
She focused on her steps instead of where she was going and ended up at the well. She realized her mistake and clenched her eyes shut as the pain swept through her again and turned from it. She couldn't return to them now, not until, not until something happened. She trudged her way under the overcast skies, the skies that echoed her pain as the rain started to fall.