Coincidence? I Think Not…

(' ' Thinking) (" " Speaking) ('Kagome speaking mentally')

'So Sesshomaru, what did you do when you were little?' Kagome asked curiously.

'And you want to know because…' Sesshomaru asked but the tone of voice that he used clearly said that he didn't give two hoots.

'Well, while being friends with Inuyasha I wanted to know all about him. His family, his friends, well in general his life. After meeting you for the first time I decided that it would be, because of health issues, not so wise to meet any of Inuyasha's family members and after meeting Kikyo I decided learning about Inuyasha was a bad idea.' Kagome thought with a small smile.

'Anything involving Inuyasha is a bad idea.' Sesshomaru simply put as he jumped, clearing forests easily.

'That is not true! Inuyasha is really sweet. Some times he can be ignorant and a little dense but he is really nice.' Kagome thought with a smile.

'…'

'Come on Lord Sesshomaru, you can't be say that you have hated your brother all these years.'

'Yes, I could easily be saying that.'

'Well, just answer my first question.' Kagome thought haughtily.

'I ruled the lands and fought in wars.' Sesshomaru thought plainly.

'So this was when you were twenty or something, right?'

'In human years I would be three.'

'Very funny.'

'Do I give you the impression of a funny person?' Sesshomaru thought sarcastically.

'To tell you the truth, since you can't hide anything from me, you are actually much more witty then I would ever think!'

'Good, it seems good for your health to think.'

'A little too witty…'

'…'

'And quiet…'

'…'

'How can you stand all the quiet?'

'…'

'Have you ever tried talking to a iddy widdy fishy before?' Kagome thought childishly.

'…'

Sesshomaru tried his best to clear his mind and not crack up mentally.

'That's what its like when I talk to you!' Kagome thought madly.

'Are you trying to say that I'm a fish?' Sesshomaru asked with a small smirk evident in his voice.

'It's actually really funny. I think if I were really talking to you I could never have detected that smirk in your voice.'

'Indeed. That is why I will have to murder you after this.'

'Hey dude, that's wrong. There is only one way that a guy could hit a girl, and that is when they hit on the girl.' Kagome giggled at her little joke.

'Hit…on…a girl?' Sesshomaru thought, confusion showing brightly in his voice.

'I'm not even going to explain.' Kagome thought with a little bead of sweat drop down from her head.

'Any way stupid, useless, and irritating woman, here we are.'

Sesshomaru mentally smirked as Kagome started to bubble with hatred and before he realized it he had lost all sense in his body and was, thanks to Kagome, was plummeting to the ground at a very high speed.

'You'll never learn Sesshomaru.' Sesshomaru's conscious shook itself sadly.

'I thought you had left!' Sesshomaru hissed at his conscious.

'Oh yeah, you throw the confetti out for Kagome but oh no, not your blood relatives.' Sesshomaru's conscious huffed.

Kagome watched as the ground came up quickly. She smirked evilly as she gave Sesshomaru's body back and allowed him the pleasure of eating dirt.

Sesshomaru, being the wrathful, evil, powerful, (and oh so good looking. Lmao.) Lord he his was able to flip and land on his two feet. Sesshomaru smiled slightly while Kagome huffed and puffed.

He looked across the vast field and saw Kagome standing there.

'That's not me, its Kikyo.' Kagome thought sadly.

Sesshomaru could feel a few memories seep through Kagome's mind. Sesshomaru's eye's started to blur and started to see something.

He saw a lady who looked exactly like Kagome, she stood holding onto the back of someone clothed fully in red. She had her face pressed against his shoulder. He could see a calm look on the lady's face but something shined through her eyes.

"I love you Inuyasha…" The woman whispered to the person she was clutching.

"I love you too, Kikyo…" Inuyasha whispered back.

And there, standing a little ways off was a girl, dressed in a small green skirt and top. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she turned and ran through the forest.

Sesshomaru suddenly got his vision back. He didn't seem fazed at all but Kagome had just earned his respect.

'I guess were in the same boat, eh doggie boy?' Kagome asked happily, but Sesshomaru knew Kagome well enough to know that Kagome was faking the whole 'happy' thing.

'Dare refer to me as that and I will make certain that you get a one way ticket to Hell.' Sesshomaru allowed a growl to pass he clenched jaw.

Sadness streamed through Sesshomaru's chest.

'I'm so so-sorry, but I… I loved him.' Kagome sobbed.

Luckily for Sesshomaru he could not see any tears, only could hear it through her thoughts, but what Kagome had just somehow made him feel angry.

'Trusting him in the first place was the mistake you made, woman.' Sesshomaru thought.

'Let's just figure out what she's here for.' Kagome thought madly.

Sesshomaru glared at Kikyo. He walked over to her calmly; with so much grace in his step you would think that he could become the next Miss Universe. (I think he could….)

Kikyo didn't seem to notice the large shadow that was blocking the light from the sun.

"Kikyo. What are you doing?" Sesshomaru demanded impatiently.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Inuyasha?" Kikyo asked roughly.

Blood red started to seep into Sesshomaru's eyes while his pupils started to narrow. His hand shot out and grabbed Kikyo by the throat and started to choke her.

Kikyo's frail arms grabbed at Sesshomaru's hands and scratched at them. Her breath started to go ragged.

'No!' Kagome shrieked mentally.

Sesshomaru ignored Kagome's pleads and continued to deny Kikyo any air.

"Don't defy this Sesshomaru, whore. Answer the question or die." Sesshomaru hissed angrily.

Kikyo tried to purify Sesshomaru's arm but she could not, something even more pure then the original Jewel of Four Souls.

(Shikon No Tama. Oh shut up and stop teasing me. :'( You get the point)

"Must….kill…Inuyasha…" Kikyo said as she struggled to get a breath.

Sesshomaru dropped Kikyo and turned and walked off.

Kikyo clutched and rubbed her neck as she took deep, ragged breathes. She looked at Sesshomaru's fading shadow. Kikyo's eyes turned a ruby red color and her hair started to swivel around her head madly.

"Must kill Inuyasha and Sesshomaru." Kikyo nodded to herself as she stood and brushed herself off.

She walked in the opposite direction that Sesshomaru was walking in.

"One day we will meet, your highness." Kikyo promised sarcastically as she, in turn, faded away into the darkness.

The wind blew Mino's hair off his shoulders. He leaned back and sat comfortably on the tree close to his window. The leaves fell from the tree and floated down all around him. He smiled at all the peace the tree was at. He looked up at the moon.

"Am I ready yet?" Mino asked the moon.

It shined its gray loveliness as usual. It glimmered and shined, the stars hovered around it, smiling down at him.

He searched the sky desperately for some kind of sign of the beautiful woman he had seen the other day.

He sighed. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He cupped his hands as a bright green leaf fell and landed in his hands.

He smiled as he released the leaf and it fell slowly to the ground.

Mino sighed then leaned back onto the tree. He fell into a deep sleep and missed the hint of yellow, red, and blue that flashed through the moons surface.

Fire-Soul-Dragon: Hey, hey, hey! Sorry for not updating sooner. There was a power outage for the five free hours that I had. All other hours I was entertaining my little cousin from Victoria, BC. She is my coolest cousin ever! And…yeah, the Broken House Rules story is going to be edited and edited even more before I put it into the public. I don't think that I will be able to start that one 'till I'm done with Coincidence and it's sequel. The sequel is going to be good, pinky promise! It will have a really odd plot, like this one, that is also original. My chapters are really small so you guys don't have to wait that long to get another chapter. Soooo sorry! Please all my dear readers, Spare my life! Any who… I will work hard on this one, and when I am finished I am going to polish it up so that it will be nice and shiny, and maybe a little bit more clear. Keep reading and safe clicking. :)

Here is another random corner, not funny, very descriptive. It's just if you have nothing better to read you might want to just read this…

This next part is rated M for it's violence.

A small part from another, unpublished, story of mine named Guardian Angels.

In the Northern most part of Kadean- at the Nazi's Residence

The small space of the living room was blood red. The room was small but splattered blood was everywhere. The room was filled with dead bodies all littering the once purple room. All the bodies were not in one piece. Body parts were everywhere. Guts seemed to be splattered everywhere. There were even evidence of forks and knives poking out of some of the bodies. One body was still on the couch clutching the remote to the T.V. One body was against the wall and the body's arm was lying on the floor, blood dripping out of where the hand was cut off. There were six bodies in total. The whole house was destroyed and nothing was recognizable. There were two babies in a room who were killed in their sleep. Their heads cut clean off their shoulders. Knives were sticking out of the babies, replacing its head and neck. Small body parts were lying on the crib, staining the pure white sheets. The baby's fingers and toes seemed to be broken, and the bodies were twisted into odd shapes, like play dough. The baby's room was not the cute babyish pink any more; it was a very serious red. The walls were purposely painted with the baby's blood. The only room that was untouched was the very small storage room which was hidden in one of the rooms.

The storage room was in a teenager's room. It was all white once. Now there was blood everywhere. The neat bed was now ripped and torn and was all over the room. The walls had long slash marks on them. The whole room looked like it was part of a horror movie. There was once a tall model of the Egyptian Queen Cleopatra now it lay in ruins on the ground in parts scattered around the room.

Inside the storage room, shivering with wide eyes at all he had seen sat a boy at the age of 15. He clutched his cat, the only other living thing in the house, close to his chest. He refused to believe that the gang called Blue Eyed Hawks slaughtered his family. The gang was very famous for brutally hurting people that did not join them when they demanded it. This boy, who was known as Greg, was a very good fighter. He had lived on the streets ever since he was he was one. He had grown up knowing all the brutality of the world and how the world treated people of his caliber. He had messy dark brown hair and big green eyes. He always wore torn clothes, even after he was adopted when he was 13. The only family he had known was killed before his very eyes, all because he did not want to join the Blue Eyed Hawks.

The leader of the Blue Eyed Hawks never seemed that bright. The leader was known as Spider, his real name no one knew, but EVERYONE knew his as Spider. Many stories were told of the merciless way Spider killed his enemies. Greg never believed that Spider was ever good, and told stories about his killing just to scare everyone. Greg was wrong, very, very, very wrong. Spider only seemed stupid. Really he was cunning and very evil. This was the very first time in Greg's life he had made a mistake that made him mad. This time Spider had stepped over Greg's imaginary yellow line. Greg had never felt so safe in his life, even though he knew pain and sorrow, and had actually done worse then what the Blue Eyed Hawks did to his family, Greg felt like smashing things, but all he did was cling to the only thing he loved that was still alive.

His cat was snow white with the exception of thin yellow streaks on her face and down her back. She was the only thing Greg had loved without any worry. He knew that the cat wouldn't back fire on him or abandon him. Surprisingly he had his cat, Kate, for all his life. He was never worrying about her dieing because if she had died it would have been two years ago, but she was still with him, so he was sure she wouldn't leave him now. His cat had soft yellow eyes that always made him feel very comfortable and safe. He would have petted the cat but remembering the state his family was in he didn't. He put the cat down and slowly and quietly opened the door. He quickly scanned his former room. It was gory, Greg knew he had seen worse but it was his own room, which made a big difference. The safety and slight happiness he used to feel in the same room was replaced with pain, sorrow, and destructiveness.

Seeing this he knew the family room would be worse. Greg quietly came out of the room and shut the door. The other rooms were just as bad. He quickly peeked into the Babies room and right after he peered in he immediately shut the door. What had happened to Little Tonia and Rosa was not something that should have happened to babies. He was on the route of crying, but his training kicked in and he placed a façade on his face to make it seem like he was just icy, but his tears were still about to fall from his eyes. He looked away from the door and slowly and steadily walked down the stairs. He gripped the long handles that were along the side of the walls following the stairs. He ignored the blood that was dripping onto his hand. He walked down the stairs and finally reached the bottom. He looked to his left were the living room was.

He slowly walked into the living room and braced himself. Even if he saw this scene One Hundred times again he would never be prepared for what he saw. His whole family was dead; their bodies were all over the room. His adopted father was on the couch; in his usually place, still clutching the remote. Whatever his father had been watching it wasn't running anymore, the TV's wire was cut in half. His mother was against the wall with all the utensils she had owned sticking out of her body from multiple places. His little sister was sitting on the floor; she had her favorite coloring book in front of her and her most favorite thing in the world, her Crayola Crayons. They were all over the floor and they were all broken except for the color blue.

She had been killed by her back being stepped on, probably internal bleeding too. She was always full of life and always happy. His little brother, who was always a nuisance, was lying on the floor with his precious game boy color rammed into a gash in his stomach, which was still bleeding. He hands seemed to be broken and tied together. His older sister, who he always fought with, was crumpled on the ground in front of all the other family members. She must have tried to protect the rest of the family. She was always the sharp one. She looked like she was stoned, she probably was.

Seeing this Greg immediately fell to the floor and started weeping. Even all his training and even what he had seen and done could never compare to this. He tried to wipe the tears off his face but all he did was smudge blood all over his face. He sat there trying to straighten all the things that just happened to him. It took him a while but even then his legs felt rubbery. He could only think of one thing. He quickly pulled out his cell phone, the only thing he owned that was worth anything. He dialed the number 9-1-1

"Dead…they are all dead…Blue Eyed Hawks did it, I am still living, come fast…I am going to be back after I finish what I have to do…" He muffled into the cell phone as soon as someone picked it up.

Not caring if the receiving end of his phone call heard anything, he jammed all the details in one minute then hung up with out even letting the person who answered one word through as he hung up.

"I promise you…revenge" He told his former family who were all lying on the ground, he gathered his belongings, and some items that he might need, changed, washed, and headed to the door. Hearing sirens, he knew his family was in good hands; he wrote a note with his cell phone number on it and took the secret exit out of the house, with Kate.

Yeah. I didn't think it was that descriptive but some of you guys might. I thought it was kinda cool… but whatever. Lol, I don't think this is a good time to laugh eh? W/e, hope you…somewhat enjoyed it