Windy City
Kagome hated Chicago.
Exiting the El, Inuyasha was certain. He'd taken his bright, cheerful and outgoing wife and dragged her 6000 miles to a city she couldn't stand.
He'd done it for her. Much as she loved Tokyo, it was filled with memories of the dead boy she'd loved, memories he'd worked to replace.
But Tokyo was home, and America was hard, too. Too hard for a girl whose love had died in her arms.
He opened the door. "Tadaima."
She smiled at him, and he took in the happy music and her cheerful chatter about helping a friend as a teacher's aide.
She teased him into dancing, and he grinned. Maybe he'd been wrong.
Kagome loved Chicago.