Author's Note: I'M SO SORRY! I know I haven't updated since…forever, but I don't plan on giving up on this fanfic just yet!
Summary: Six totally different teenagers share one common bond. They all keep remembering memories and instincts that don't belong to them. In an attempt to solve this mystery, trust is found, love blooms, and a whole lot of confusion, with a few misunderstandings, forms.
Pairings: Inuyasha Kagome; Sango Miroku; Kagura Sesshoumaru
NOT FOR KIKYO FANS
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. There.
Chapter Eight: IT'S WHITE!
He sat on the high tree branch, looking down on the mismatched group. The wind blew gently through his snowy, white hair. The leaves rustled, alerting his sensitive hearing. After he was sure nothing was going to attack, he relaxed, but not too much. An enemy could be anywhere, anytime at all.
Inuyasha blinked, once, clearing the vision.
'Oh, crap, not this, again! Why is this happening to me? Maybe it's puberty...?' he pondered this, 'Nah, Sesshoumaru or Miroku would have told me if this was part of growing up…'
He sighed and continued walking, absently running a hand through his ebony locks.Looking over his shoulder, Inuyasha could make out the huge mansion and all the guests milling around.
'I almost feel sorry for Sesshoumaru, he has to stay in there, with all the stuffy outfits and stinky perfumes,' Inuyasha shuddered, remembering when he was a kid, he accidentally got a whiff of a lady's extremely strong, lavender perfume. He was knocked out by smell alone…
He shuddered, again. He really didn't like that memory, at all, yet it was one he could remember so vividly. Right now, it was as if he could just smell the perfume…only fainter…
"Ah!" Inuyasha got knocked to the ground, after colliding with someone, when he was aimlessly thinking and walking. Rubbing his head, he put on a fierce glare.
"What the heck are you doing? Watch it!" he snapped. A little part of his mind told him it was, really, his fault, but Inuyasha ignored it.
"I'm so sorry!" a girl around his age exclaimed, her eyes cast downwards, "I really didn't mean to crash into you! I should be more careful, next time. Are you hurt?"
Inuyasha blinked. 'She looks so familiar…but where did I see her?'
"Feh…whatever…" he grumbled and stood up. Without much thought, Inuyasha stretched out his hand to help the girl up. Hesitating at first, the girl placed her smaller, pale hand into his.
He thought she would never come back. Yet, here she was, standing there and giving him a small, sad smile. She said she forgave him. That she would come back, no matter what. Then, she walked over, smiled, again, and grasped his hand.
Both of them gasping, Inuyasha snatched his hand away from hers. For the first time, her eyes made contact with his. They held warmth in them that Inuyasha found indescribable. Right now, they were widened in shock.
(Author's Note: If anyone knows the color of Kagome's eyes, can they please tell me? I'm clueless on her eye color…)
"What…?" she mumbled, her mind still in a startled daze.
He couldn't believe it. This was the girl from those visions. 'What was her name…?' He racked his brain, but didn't manage to find an answer.
"Um…I'm making a wild guess here, but I think I wasn't the only one who saw…felt…that, right?" her timid question came out.
Inuyasha nodded. 'So, I guess me and Miroku aren't the only ones…how many others, I wonder…'
"Err…how long has this been happening to you?"
He thought about it. "About, a day or so, I think. You?"
"Same," the girl sighed, then offered him a smile, "My name's Kagome, what's yours?"
"Inuyasha," he stated, giving her a cocky smirk. Kagome's smile grew bigger.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, but I..." she trailed off, staring at something, her eyes widening.
"What?" Curious, Inuyasha followed her gaze to his hair...and got the surprise of a lifetime.
"It...it...IT's WHITE!"
Author's Note: I know it sucks. I'm thinking of adding some Miroku/Sango in the next chapter…please read and review!