When life seems to only throw us in the wrong direction, we tend to run from the darkness. But we all soon realize that there has to be an alternative for our actions. In Kagome's case, what happens when she finally comes to conclusion that she can't run anymore? Is there anywhere left to go? A certain hanyou reminds her that in every darkness there is a light. And in every run-able path, there is always a walk-able way.

A Whispered Promise

Chapter Two:

The Darkness

His breathing staggered, his heart racing with the pounding laps of water, his mind racing with non trusted thoughts.

"Ka…Kagome…" He whispered, not trusting his voice. Golden eyes danced with uncertainty, doubt. The salty wind pushed at the two figures that sat at the beach, a strangling aura that whispered despair to anything that wished to listen.

Settling on his skin like a misty fog, rising all around him like a vaporous veil, the damp air plastered his haori to the back of his neck.

Her raven tresses flew around her, shadowing her stormy eyes.

'She…She's not breathing…'

His own breath was caught in his lungs; the sudden feeling of being alone and lost again hit him with tremendous force.

Gingerly, he brushed aside her bangs and picked her up

"Just hang in there, Kagome."

Looking down at her pale, expressionless face a sudden guilt pulled at his heart.

'Just wait…Kagome, just wait.'

Sweeping his gaze across her face, he quickly pushed himself into the air and took off to the one place where he knew he would find salvation.

'Home…'

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A young woman sighed deeply as she flicked her emerald eyes to her fingers in disgust.

"Damn woman…give in already!" An outraged voice cried out. Frustrated and yet compelled by the power the young girl was emitting, Kyoko dug her nails into her clammy palms.

Flaring her nostrils as the metallic smell of blood collided with her senses; the young woman slowly uncoiled her fingers and gently rested them in her lap.

"This shouldn't take so long…" She whispered to herself, her face lacking any emotions.

Blinking at the sense of lacking accomplishment, her emerald gaze swept over the small box that lay in front of her.

A single strand of raven hair glistening in the dim light from the candles; intertwined with a cross-shaped piece of wood smoothed and painted a deep red.

'Have I possibly done something wrong? No…I couldn't have.'

Shaking her head as nimble fingers wrung in worry, she bit her lip and gently dipped in her fingers into the pooling blood that was surfacing on her palm.

Emerald orbs slowly descended to the once-ivory skin that was now tainted with a crimson hue.

'My blood…is this what is lacking? My blood…my sweat…my soul desire to captivate her beauty. Why is it that I can not have this for my own?'

Lifting her fingers to her pale face, a sardonic smile twisted its way across her ruby lips.

'Indeed…it is…'

Using her other hand to lift the wooden cross she quickly traced the outline of the smooth texture with her crimson fingers.

A sudden pulse trapped the air in her lungs, a sudden loss of thoughts, a sudden dawn of understandment. Lowering the object back to its rightful place, she lay back in contentment.

'Soon, my love. Soon…This…I can promise you.'

With a sharp wisp of air, the final candle blew out.

And in the darkness, the emerald eyes closed and small laugh echoed off of the rotting walls into the night.

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A/N:

Hmm, well, yes, these chapters are really short I have noticed. And I apologize for that. The wait has been longer than ever—yet again, sorry more than I can explain.

I guess all I can say is for the period of time I lost my desire to write.

Too much pressure with school and signing up for classes…Ooh goodness.

Okay, but back on track. Thanks to you who have reviewed and/or read!

Ooh, and NO, this is NOT an AU, or in the future. This is in the past that we all know and love.

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DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Inuyasha and co., unfortunately. Alas, maybe, just maybe, I'm related to Rumiko Takahashi and get them as a well-profound birthday present. But, only in my dreams will that ever happen. I would love to thank Rumiko though, for giving me her vivid characters to plot evil things with.