Chapter One

Author's Note: Hello, my new fanfic is called…? Oh forget it.

It wasn't a night like any other. The stars shone brightly over the lake behind Kagome's summerhouse. The wind stirred the surface so the dark mirrored surface rippled. The fireflies lit up her lush yard, and the crickets chirped.

Kagome sat on the cedar swing her and her fiancé made two summers ago—before he died. Everything seemed so empty now—nature's beauty so dull and foreign to her since then. Since the accident. Just the thought brought back memories of his mutilated body, the tree limb through his chest, the struggle for him to breath, his lungs drowning in blood. She shivered and closed her eyes against those memories.

Maybe it wasn't so bad, to die, no matter how gruesome. Just those few more instances of pain, and it would be all over. The darkness claimed you, and you were gone. She came close to death, looked it in the eye until that voice had called her back, and the darkness retreated. That's when the pain hit her, that's when she saw his body, and his mouth still formed to speak. She couldn't hear, her ears were bleeding,…blood every where…, " Kagome."

She almost choked on a sob and blinked back tears. Maybe they'd be together in their next life. If they had one, the prospect of living alone without love scared her, yet she couldn't understand her feelings. Something was coming; she could fell it, yet she only whispered, " What?", over the dark water, and the night, waiting for the answer to come.

--

She slept in a large bed, with green sheets like emerald, the color that matched his eyes. She clutched the sheets tighter to her naked body, hoping to drown in the velvet material like she did in his eyes. But to no result, she sighed and shifted sides. She hated to be alone; love was what kept her going. And now?

There was nothing left for her in this city. No one would miss a nobody. No one could or would ever know her pain, or the way she cried herself to sleep every night. She was something egregious; the only one who did and would love her was 30 miles away, buried in Dead Man's groove.

So, as she lay awake, in her large bed. The flash of thunder startled her thoughts, and she jumped from her bed in total fright. This is ridiculous, but she felt pulsing of the dead jewel's power. But then, how could the jewel be pulsing when it was suppose to be dead. A wish had already been made on the jewel, and they were right to say that the jewel disappeared—it disappeared with her through the well, Inuyasha had chosen, and he the dead miko.

But now the jewel was pulsing with renewed power, almost as if it was warning her of something. But what? She pushed from her bed, her naked body shifted under the huge covers, and then she watched her closet for a while wondering why it was closed and not opened. She blinked, and then the closet door was cracked. How could that be unless…?

She made a break for the robe she kept by her bed, and whipped it around her body. What was there hiding in her closet? She next grabbed the knife that she kept under her pillow and slowly crept to her closet, clasping the robe together, her breathing shallow as she continued.

Kagome gripped the closet door with one hand, raising the knife with the other, she yanked the closet door opening, screaming loud, and preparing to plunge the knife deep into someone.

But there was no one there. She closed her closet quietly, catching her breath; she closed her eyes and leaned against the door. What the hell was going on?

Just then she felt hands wrap around her mouth and she flailed, trying to scream and attack her attacker, she dropped her knife to the floor, the shadows of her room seemed to be laughing at her. She felt her attacker pulling her to her bed, he threw her and she did scream. What the hell was going on?

She looked up fearfully and saw the last person she ever thought she'd see; Naraku standing above her with the look of want oozing from her eyes. Naraku? In the future? What did he want from her? The Shikon No Tama? But that was gone—well, not gone, but dead. No wishes to be granted, just the dull glow from a black jewel.

" Naraku?" She gasped; he began to descend on her, his red eyes glowing. " What do you want from me?"

He smiled, and then chuckled deep. " Miko Kagome, from the future. I have been tracking you since you left the feudral era two years ago, which would make you…five hundred and eighteen years old. But you're not that old you, but you are eighteen."

She whimpered quietly and backed away from him. " Ah…you're still frightened, huh? That is amusing for I have plans for you Kagome." He came closer to her, the mattress sank under his weight and she backed away even more. She felt the headboard behind her back and knew that she was cornered. What was going to happen now? Her eyes darted to the knife she dropped on the ground then at Naraku. She pursed her lips together as if thinking hard about something.

" Ah…still as cunning as ever my little miko? Don't even think about it, or else you'll only hurt yourself."

She narrowed her deadly green amber eyes at him, her light brown hair seemingly glowing ethereally in the light of the moon and the brief flashes from thunder. What to do, what to do? He was just before her, she tried to shrink back into the shadows, away from him, when he pulled her ankles, making her flat on her back, when he pinned her small body under his. Her arms were above her head; she was pinned tightly under his body.

She tried to scream, but his lips came crashing over hers like a heavy veil of infatuation, it obscures her from the darkness, and from the way out. She cried out, manly in surprise, and then she kicked out in fright. Naraku…from the past…who tried to kill her in her friends…was now in the future…kissing her without shame?

She wiggled her body, bring her fist back, she shot out, miko strength came through and hit him off of her. She scrambled from the bed, falling to the floor, she crawled fast across her dark rug, and adrenaline was flowing through her along with her miko powers. She grabbed the knife where it lay abandoned upon the floor, and ran from the room. Down her steps she ran, tripping over her house robe, she fell to the bottom like a dead weight.

Then she looked over her shoulder to the man coming down after her. There was something in her telling her to run. Fast…away…safety. She could barely understand the buzzing in her head, when she felt her body lift from the floor and run outside, her feet flying through the mud. The water from the storm was coming down hard; it created a thick mist, where she couldn't see, only the water streaming in her eyes. But there…the once dead jewel glowed with life once more and lead her into the well house. The well house? The one she swore she'd never return to?

But there wasn't time to think, because Naraku was descending upon her quickly. She barely had time to scream when the blue life engulfed her and everything disappeared.