Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. I didn't have much time! 

The Wrong Era; Chapter 2:

"Why were you outside your village anyways?" Kagome mustered try to start a conversation.

"Oh. We were just hanging out with our old sensei, Kakashi-sensei (A/N: Sasuke does not turn evil in this story.)," Sakura replied, smiling warmly. "What's with those…weapons of yours anyways?"

"Oh. That's not all I use. I also use some magic." Kagome informed, looking around in the marketplace. There was a ramen store with a huge flashing sign and many customers. Ramen was Inuyasha's favourite food… how could Kagome forget? He would love this place. If only he was here…

"So you're a ninja too?" Sakura interrupted her train of thought.

"A ninja? You mean those people who wear black clothes and a mask and sneak around at night?" Kagome looked puzzled.

Sakura looked offended. "Excuse me! I'm a ninja too! I hate wearing black and Kakashi-sensei is the only one of us that wears a mask!"

Kagome backed away. "I-I-I'm sorry," she stammered looking hurt. "I'm a miko, a priestess, not a ninja."

"A miko? There's no such thing. There are only ninjas here. What village do you come from anyways? Those are strange clothes," Sakura's gaze wandered around a stopped at the Ramen store.

"Village? Oh… I come from somewhere…far away. The style of clothing is different," Kagome looked alarmed, not wanting to reveal where she had come from. Sakura looked back at her strangely.

"Why does Kakashi wear that mask anyways?" Kagome asked curiously, careful not to trip over her own feet.

"The 25th principle," Sakura said simply.

"Huh?"

"A shinobi never shows his true emotions." Sakura smiled over at Kagome. The path they followed led them to a neighbourhood with many beautiful houses. They stopped over in front of a three-story pink and white house. On the front lawn was a blooming Sakura tree. The cherry blossoms scattered all over the lawn, gently blowing in the wind. "Did I tell you I'm rich?"

"Wow…" They entered the house and Kagome set her weapons aside on a wooden table.

"You'd better change into my clothes."

"Huh?"

"People will think you're weird," Sakura smiled.

"Oh, okay," Kagome accepted the white shirt and pink skirt Sakura handed her. She changed into them quickly. "So how's your relationship with Sasuke?"

"We don't have a relationship," Sakura blushed furiously.

"Did you try asking him out?" Kagome wondered.

"No. Not really."

"Then, let's go." Kagome grabbed Sakura by the wrist and pulled her into the streets.

They searched the whole village and found Sasuke strolling in the streets. Sakura was dragged by Kagome to her crush and blushed as Sasuke stared at them coldly.

"Hey, Sasuke!" Kagome greeted, flashing him a smile."

"What do you want?" Sasuke replied monotone, looking at the ground.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with Sakura some time…" Kagome asked him.

Sasuke glanced at Kagome's ebony hair and soft sapphire eyes and sort of grinned. "Sure. Tomorrow at noon," Sasuke answered softly. Sakura squealed and hugged Kagome into a death grip.

Sakura and Kagome arrived back at Sakura's house a few minutes later, with Sakura skipping in joy.

The next day…

Kagome woke up early and rubbed her eyes. She saw Sakura sound asleep in the bed across the room. Kagome tip toed quietly out of the room.

She left a note on the kitchen counter saying she had taken a walk into the woods. Kagome left the house and strolled on the streets and found herself in the forest.

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Sasuke was training in the woods early in the morning. His eyes were narrowed and he was circling his last kunai between his fingers. He caught a flash of movement in the trees beside him. He threw the kunai knife in that direction and was satisfied when he heard a large gasp.

He rushed to the figure, smirking. His smirked faded away when he saw who he had hit. Her white shirt was stained with blood, and Sasuke's kunai was stuck in her back. He sobbed as he looked at Kagome's corpse, blood pouring out of her wounds.