Hey, guys! I'm starting a new fic! Isn't it great. Anyway, I don't think I want to make this story too long, but I got the insperation because I was in the mood to feel sad. The first chapter is a little sad but it will get better. Anyway, it is in fact a Kurama/Kagome fic. Kurama and Kagome are both seemingly alone in the world. Whenthe meet once upon a night, can these to lost souls help each other find what they have been searching for their entire lives? Well, you'll have to find out. So read the story. The next chapter will be out soon as I am having fun writing this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho! But I love Kurama! Yay!

Chapter 1

Crying From Within

He didn't know what it was exactly that had possessed him to come out here on such a frigid night. Maybe it was the kitsune in his mind, hell, maybe it was the human. Kurama gave a soft chuckle. Hell, he didn't even know who he was anymore. It seemed so simple as a child. It seemed from the moment he was born he'd always known knew he was special, known things that no human on earth could possible know. And as he'd progressed in age, generally accepting of things for the way they were, accepting that he was the spirit fox stuck in a human body, never cursing anything for the way his life had turned out. No, Kurama had always accepted that his life would be different; just never to the degree it was turning out to be.

Kurama's breath pooled out in hot pants as he ambled along, never once wincing when the cold bite of winter whipped past his white face. No, he just stared ahead, as if lost in a trance…and perhaps he was. If any were to observe him on the night, they might not find anything overly peculiar about him. For all intents and purposes Kurama wanted it that way, wanted people to view him as normal…or sane.

It seems ever since the dark tournament and the battle of the Makai, something had changed in him, causing him to feel more alone than ever. And with most of his friends gone and away, there was no one to even talk to anymore. Even his mother wouldn't talk to him…after she'd discovered his secret. Through his eyes, Kurama's pain shadowed his soul, the green orbs reflecting nothing but pure misery and self-pity. His mother, the only rock and hard place he'd ever truly depended on and cared about had found out his secret…and cast him out; out of her life. She'd called him…a monster.

And so he'd left that night, with only his back pack and the clothes on his back. He'd moved out, gotten his own place across the city, but still close enough that he could keep a close watch on her….just in case she ever needed anything….like her son…or a hug.

Hiei was the next to abandon him, fleeing to Makai at the first chance he got. Once he was officially freed of Koenma's control, Hiei had fled and seemingly never looked back. Oh, he still stopped by every once in awhile, just to drop in and watch Yukina and sometimes to visit with Kurama. But he never did stay long, and truthfully…Kurama didn't want him to. Heie's abandonment hurt more than he'd care to admit and the sight of his friend only brought back memories of a better time in his life; when he didn't have to worry about what he was going to eat that night or how he was going to afford next month's rent, which was due in two weeks.

The only one who ever gave him any time of day these days was Yusuke. Kurama's eyes lightened a bit as he reflected of his first few meetings with the then young punk. Yusuke had been so young, so cocky, so out there and confident, he still was….everything Kurama wished he could be. As soon as Kurama had told Yusuke what had happened between him and his mother, his friend had grown absurdly upset, threatening to go over there and give Shiori a good talking to. And no matter how Kurama wished that Yusuke could help, he could only deny Yusuke's brevity. However he did except Yusuke's offer to move out together.

It seems Keiko had not waited for Yusuke to return like she said she would. She'd found another man, someone who she fell in love with and married, just two months shy of Yusuke's return. Truthfully Kurama pitied the young Toushin for never having the chance to do what he always wanted to do, settled down with Keiko, be a better man. Yusuke had been crushed when he found out about Keiko and had cried out his feelings to the fox one drunken night when they both were feeling particularly vulnerable.

Kurama understood better than anyone what it was like to be abandoned and turned against. Their bond of friendship had grown considerably and Kurama now considered Yusuke to be one of his truest and dearest friends.

The boys had both found a small, but live able two bed room apartment, where the rent was relatively affordable and they each had their own personal space. It was nice at times, and stressful also. But Kurama could never begin to repay Yusuke for the kindness in the younger boy's heart. Out of all his friends, Yusuke was the only one who'd stayed with him. And for that he would always be thankful.

The sound of Kurama's shoes, echoed and bounced off the concrete walls of the narrow tunnel on his way towards his apartment complex. It was only when the sound dimmed that he heard the first few pitiful sounds of someone crying. Glancing around curiously, he couldn't spot anything. Shrugging he figured it must have been his imagination, a lost dog or something. Kurama picked up the pace, intent on returning home before Yusuke began to worry.

The sounds started again, as he neared the exit of the tunnel, only this time they were louder, the cries mournful and obviously pain filled. Kurama couldn't help it. His curiosity had been piqued. Normally in a situation such as this, he would leave it be. After all he had his own problems and miseries to work out. But something about that sound drove a stake directly into his heart. Oh how he wished he could cry like that; just let it all out and escape for once; escape the pain and the memories. Escape life.

Kurama began following the weeping sound out of the damp, dark tunnel which oddly seemed to reflect his mood. He followed the sounds on the wind up the sidewalk until he reached a park, one which he had often encountered yet never walked through. His eyes searched through the darkness and quickly identified the source of the noises. There sitting on the bench was a dark figure, hunched over and crying so mournfully Kurama could literally feel the waves of electricity. She was obviously female, from the length of her hair and the pitiful whines. She took no notice of him as she was leaned forward, crying desperately into her hands. Her long, dark hair draped over her shoulders, covering the view of her face.

Without really realizing what he was doing, Kurama carefully made his way towards the crying girl. By the time he had reached her side, the girl's sobs had dulled a bit and now she just hung there…as if defeated…as if the world had suddenly crashed upon her shoulders….and she had lost. And suddenly Kurama wanted to ease her pain, ease everything she was feeling. She looked exactly as he felt.

"Excuse me," he heard himself speak before he could stop himself.

And when she looked up, slowly and calmly as if she'd known he was there the whole time, Kurama's breath caught and held in his throat as he peered at the raw emotions and the glint of silverish tears as they trickles down her cheeks. Kurama stood there, staring into her eyes as she stared back. And suddenly he was sitting down on the other side of her, reaching for her, and drawing her close.

The girl made no movement of protest as he practically dragged her onto his lap. She raised her head, her eyes radiating his own inner pain. Her hand came up and traced the side of his face, the tears beginning to dry. And when he drew her close to his beating heart, she merely held on and let go.

She'd run far that day, father than she ever had in her whole life. The burning in her legs and the lack of oxygen in her lungs had seen to that. But never could she stop, never would her body allow her any release from the tension which was threatening to explode. Kagome's eyes hardened, determined not to allow any tears to fall until she was out of their way and had safely put her son to sleep. Then she ran again, so far, so far away from them. Away from her tormentors, once loving friends.

After she'd seen what she'd seen, viewed the betrayal she knew not was coming, one could wonder how she'd kept the sob in so long. But truth be told, she'd known it was coming, or at least something….and she had been prepared; or so she thought. The scene continued to flash in her mind. The kiss they'd shared, the tumbling of clothing, the soft sighs of appreciation, completion, and contenment.

She had been unprepared for the solid truth, a truth she should have realized long ago. She'd merely believed it was her incarnation again, Kikyo,the woman who had never ceased to bring Kagome anything but trouble and hardships. But Kagome had been prepared for it, for the time when Inuyasha would choose his former lover.

But no one could know, except her son, that she couldn't have cared less. She'd given up on Inuyasha long ago, realizing that she would never be anything to him but a friend and shard detector. Oh, she knew she loved him, she was just not as naïve and stupid as she used to be. She knew he would never choose her and she'd been right, well half right. He hadn't chosen her.

Much to her surprise, shock, and horror, neither she nor Kikyo were chosen.

And when she'd seen it, been there, witnessed it, witnessed their union, lust, and love, she could do nothing but stare in overwhelming horror. It was nothing like she imagined, him coming to her, proclaiming that he had made Kikyo his mate. And she'd been ever so prepared to accept that.

Kagome's breath came out in shallow pants now as she continued running, the cold never once registering in her mind. Oh, how her mind was in turmoil. How she wished she could turn back time. How she wished shecould have known, recognized all the sounds. How she wished shewould not have been so blind. How could he? She thought blankly. How could she? How could everybody? They'd all known…everyone but her. Thinking back on it…how could she have missed it; missed the all too telling signs. How they'd begun to look at each other, secret glances, soft touches when they thought no one was looking. Soft, knowing smiles as they'd gazed at each other in an adoring fassion.

And everybody had known. She felt like such a fool. She'd run, after she'd seen them. She'd literally scooped her slumbering kit, took off, and jumped in the well, sealing it off. She'd left Shippo at her mother's house and ran on, because she wanted to escape the aguish, the hurt and betrayal, because she was so stressed….and because she stilled loved them. Loved them, yet hated them. How could they do this to her?

Before long Kagome realized she no longer recognized any of her surroundings. She'd come so far and so fast in so little of time, that she lost track of everything. She didn't even know where she was anymore….of course when was the last time she wasn't lost, wasn't so scared, frightenedor alone. She came to a park and literally collapsed ona bench, her tired eyes still leaking fresh tears and heartache. Her hands came up to catch the now steadily falling diamonds, but she knew they would have no effect in stopping the flow.

She could feel her miko powers and theTamafluctuating, trying to ease her pain.The Tamawas so uncertain, wondering whether she would turn to hate and grief, turn to the dark side like her former incarnation. She knew the answer, though. She would not, could not hate them. They were simply two lost souls who'd fallen in love; a love which she'd been denied even before she was born.

No, she could never hate them….but she would remember, every kami-damned day of her life she would remember. And one day, when she was passed all this, she would return and apologize. And everyone would be happy. They would be happy because they were all together again. Miroku would be happy because they were happy. Shippo would be happy because he was a child and still could not understand the pure agony of heartache, not yet. He would have to wait until he was much, much older. And everyone would be happy; except for her.

Kagome registered an unfamiliar energy traveling towards her, slowly at first and then increasing in pace. Whoever it was must have heard the pitiful sounds she was making and either wanted to shut her up, rape her, or rob her. Either way she did not care; she was beyond the point of caring or feeling. She feared she would remain this numb forever. Oh, please couldn't somebody safe her from herself and her thoughts.

Her soulful eyes were leaking again and this time she could feel the energy drawing nearer. She felt his aura, searching for any sign of malice. What she found was a soul, eerily reflective of her own. His own aura was laced with betrayal and sadness, a sadness Kagome knew all to well; the sadness of a lost soul.

She allowed him to approach her, sensing no malice or ill intent in his aura. Just pure, raw emotion, some curiosity, and his own emotional pain. He stood by her side for a moment and she sat there, wallowing in her own self-pity, too tired to care anymore.

"Excuse me," He spoke and she could hear the slight hesitancy to get any closer. But when he sat by her side, felt the weight of his agonized stare, she raised her head and met his eyes. She could look no further than his captivating emeralds, as she lost herself in his glance. He stared at her, no pity or loathing on his face.

That was when he drew her into his arms, pulling her onto his lap, and wrapping her up like a baby. Her hand came up of its own accord and smoothed over his cheek, and she watched as his eyes fluttered at the unexpected movement. He cheek was so soft, yet cold all the same, as if echoing his lost self. And she wondered why someone who seemed so beautiful and perfect could ever feel what she was feeling. She closed her eyes then and buried her head into his chest, tears once again racing over her cheeks as she cried again…and mourned for her lost love, for her lost friends, for her lost innocence.

So???? What'd ya'll think? Was it mysterious enough for you. I think you guys probably guessed wht happened to Kruama t make him feel to alone. And I'm sorry for making Hiei abondon everyone, but I assure you it was necessary for this fic. AS for Kagome, can anyone guess what happened? I tried not to make it so obvious, but put some clues in there. You guys can guess if you want. I won't be overly offended. Anyway, please review if you like this story....or any others of mine. Since I seem to start so many. Anyway, I'm working on updating all of my other fic, it's just taking awhile because I have so many ideas in my head that I just keep going from chapter to chapter. Don't worry, I've got tons started and they should be out soon.

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