Standing now on the edge of a rocky cliff, Kagome stared blankly at the sunset. With its purple, orange, and pink hues, it brightened the leaves of the trees behind Kagome, and the light cast her shadow long across the barren cliff side.
She held a shaky hand out to her right, and in it, a dagger materialized, its blade gleaming in the amber sunlight. The miko brought the dagger up to the back of her neck and lifted her hair over it, her hand still shaking, and closed her eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek as someone called out from behind her:
"Kagome! Stop it!"
A tall–about 5'10"–girl was sprinting as quickly as she could to get to Kagome. This girl's hair was a pink-tinted blonde, and when it wasn't blowing wildly behind her in the wind her running created, it reached her upper back. Her eyes were a vibrant green. She wore a pair of black jeans, black boots underneath, and a sleeveless, purple dress-like shirt which was slit on the sides to the hips and hemmed in black. A hollow black circle was embroidered onto the violet cloth in front of her knees.
"/Kagome!" she yelled again. However, the one to whom she called was not responding at all.
With the bladed side of the dagger pointing towards her neck, Kagome twisted the dagger so that the blade faced her hair. The blonde one stopped as she reached Kagome, relieved that the smaller girl wasn't planning on suicide. However, what the little wolf /was/ going to do was a surprise, even to the blonde.
Kagome pulled the dagger away from her head in a swift, backward motion, catching the loose hair with her free hand in a tight grip and throwing the dagger to the ground. She turned to the blonde with tears in her eyes, a blank look on her face, and a gaze of heartfelt pain, and suddenly, Kagome shivered. Being with what she wore – a short, pleated black skirt and a strapless white shirt – she suddenly realized that, without her hair, the wind was a very cold thing indeed.

"K-Kagome…" the blonde muttered, her eyes wide in awe. After a long, silent moment, she said, "Okay, Kagome. What's going on? What the hell could get you so messed up that you'd cut all your hair off?"
Kagome remained wordless for a while, then explained. "Inuyasha is gone."
"What?" She took a step forward, stopped, then walked up to Kagome and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "What do you mean, he's gone?"
"He's gone!" Kagome cried. The blonde tensed; it was rare for Kagome ever to raise her voice. "He's dead, gone; I will never see him again!" Her fists were clenched, and she held them close to her chest.
"Oh… oh, my god… Kagome…!" The blonde hugged Kagome, and she threw her arms around the blonde in response. "It's okay, Kagome… you can cry if you need to, okay?"
Kagome didn't decline this offer in the least. She sobbed heavily into the blonde's shoulder, nearly unable to breathe until she calmed down a bit.
"I'm so sorry, Kagome, but… I need to know what happened. Tell me exactly what happened. Maybe we can bring him ba-" She knew it was impossible, so she stopped herself.
"It…" Kagome said, finally able to speak. "It was Naraku… I know you knew that."
"He's the only one who could ever have killed Inuyasha in his demonic state, right?"
"Yes…" Pulling away, Kagome looked up at her and said, "Sakura, I… I don't know what to do… I'm pretty sure Naraku killed Inuyasha to-"
"To get to you," Sakura finished the sentence. "I know he did. That's just how he does things. But don't worry; we'll all work even harder now."
Kagome shuddered again, hugging herself momentarily. "I… I need my love back… I need my—" But just as she was about to finish her sentence, a whirlwind filled with feathers of the smoothest gray cut her off. As it subdued, a figure in a long, hooded black coat strung with belts and zippers appeared before them. Kagome pulled away from Sakura and stared at the figure—a male—in awe. The hood hid his eyes from view, but a tuft or two of dirty blonde hair was visible. From his back, a pair of evangelical wings with feathers that matched the ones in the wind unfurled. He extended his arm in front of him, towards Kagome, and she muttered in amazement, "Roxas?"