How is it Supposed to Help

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Author: Fallen Sakura-aka-Uzumaki Ryooki

Disclaimer: Beware! Beware the squirrels! They're going to attack at dawn…unless…they forget…again…then, in such a case as that, they will attack on tomorrow's dawn! But beware! One day! They will remember! The question is! Will you be prepared!…Oh…yeah…I don't own, so don't sue…cuz the squirrels will attack you.

Summary: After The Shikon is complete something happens and everyone is dead and Kagome is back in the Future; after two years of depression and not leaving the house. What will Kagome's mother do in order to get her old daughter back?

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Today is a cold rainy day. Just like that day when the Shikon No Tama was completed. It has been 2 years since the Shikon No Tama was completed, but to me, it has felt like centuries.

The Shikon No Tama was whole once more, but Naraku was not dead yet. So the he was attacking, with the Shikon No Tama and me as his main targets.

They stopped him though; or rather they distracted him long enough for 'it' to happen. They all were helping; Shippo, Kirara, Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha and Kouga, and even Sesshomaru and Jaken.

Either way thought, it didn't matter in the end because...then the sounds began to fade out.

It happened all of the sudden...the action was all still taking place, like it should, but it was all muted. As if I had all of the sudden gone deaf.

Next, everything went black and white. SO many different shades of gray…and then there was the faint pink glow coming from my clinched fist.

I opened it to see the Shikon No Tama. I felt…drawn to it, until all I seemed to noticed was the Shikon.

My mind became flooded in a hurricane of thoughts and memories.

Here it was; the thing we had been collecting these 4 long years, in hopes to complete it.

The thing that brought our group together.

The thing that we devoted our lives to.

The thing Inuyasha would use to become full youkai and bring Kikyou back to life…kind of ironic if you think about it. If she is brought back to life, I won't have to worry about making the decision of whether to go home forever and leave my friends, or stay here with my friends and never see my family again…She would need my soul, and thus, killing me.

But…Inuyasha doesn't care, nor does he even notice.

I was so caught up in the jewel in my hands that I failed to see or sense Kikyou coming up behind me.

Notching her arrow.

Aiming at my heart.

I never noticed when the sleek pointed head entered my heart.

I never felt the piercing pain.

I never heard the screams of my friends as they saw what I had failed to even notice.

I did not hear Kikyou's footsteps drawing near to me.

I did not feel the blood dripped down my back.

I did not notice any of it.

But I did notice.

Somehow.

When she stopped.

Dead in her tracks.

She had not fully reached me yet, but something stopped her.

Her eyes had grown wide.

The cries of worry, that had gone unnoticed, had stopped.

This I did notice.

I still did not know I had been shot from behind.

Straight through the heart with a sacred arrow.

But something told me to look down, and I complied, unsure of what to find.

I saw a sacred arrow sticking out of my flesh

I saw a sacred arrowhead covered in blood.

My blood.

Blood dripping down my chest, soaking my shirt in its dark crimson.

The arrowhead, and about an inch of the wood shaft that it was put upon, stuck out for me to see.

Covered in bits and pieces of flesh, blood sliding down its edges to fall to the round beneath me.

The arrow still shone with its sacred power, but it did not seem to effect me.

Even though I saw it and knew it was there, I still could not feel it.

No pain.

No death.

No shaft through my heart.

Nothing…

Just a bright light that completely consumed me…

And that is how my new story began.

Well, there is the beginning. I was reading over it and realized that I should have originally stopped it there if I wanted it to be a default chapter. A prelude. A beginning. So I went ahead and stopped it.