Summary: The quest for the jewel is over. Things have changed, but she can't remember what is gone. Kagome, little sister of Port Mafia Executive, Chuuya, is still a walking magnet for trouble. Behind her delicate exterior is a talented fighter. Fate's messy. It's unfortunate that she constantly gets caught up in the fray, so why can't she bring herself to regret anything?

Pairing: Mikey/Kagome

Disclaimer: I do not own either series. Each belongs to their rightful owners.

Note:
Bungou Stray Dogs/Inuyasha/Tokyo Revengers x-over!
Will lack canon plot occasionally.
Sibling!Chuuya&Kagome.
Flashbacks will be written in bulk Italics.

Chapter One

The ride back was full of comfortable silence. She kept her gaze glued to the tinted window on her side as she watched the scenery go by. Her mind was plagued with the same thoughts she found herself dwelling on more and more daily, and she hoped that her dispirited mood wasn't reflected in her usually so expressive face. She swallowed her urge to sigh, slowly raising her hand to the pink jewel that was still hidden beneath the collar of her shirt.

Out of everything, why'd she have to be stuck with it? The mere recollection of it at all was enough to ruin her mood. Her thoughts drifted a bit, the memory of her friends from the other side of the well returning to the front of her mind. She couldn't help but wonder how things settled once she was removed from the past. She hoped things have been able to return to some sort of peace, at least.

Had they even been allowed to remember her once her task there was all done and over with? Had they been made to forget her as if she'd never been there in the first place? The thought of that made her heart clench.

She didn't want them to forget her…

Her grip tightened, and she nearly ended up snapping the jewel from its chain when she forgot her own strength. She resurfaced from her thoughts seconds before that could happen, and she let her hand fall to join her other still resting on the tops of her thighs. Not long after, they pulled up to a familiar building. As always, a person was standing guard in front of the blacked-out doors. She didn't need to remember their faces to know that it wasn't the same person that had been there when they left.

Kagome picked her head up and reached for her door's handle, gripping it with a lot more gentleness than she had shown the jewel just moments prior. She paused before she opened the door, glancing back at the orange-haired man. "Do you know when you'll be home?"

"No," came his response, and she nodded slowly. "I'll give you a call if it's not too late when I finish up." He glanced at his phone again before setting it out of the way and looking at her.

"Okay," she responded quietly as she finally opened the door and got out of the car. She closed it and lifted her hand in a small wave before making her way to the building's entrance.

Though the man dressed in a neat suit was silent as she passed him, he nodded and opened the door for her before she could try and do it for herself. She let her hand fall back by her side as she stepped into the building. Her mumbled "thank you" went unanswered, but she tried not to let it faze her any. The one that was usually stationed for nighttime security was the only one who ever seemed to answer her, anyway.

Kagome made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for one of the top floors, standing against the back wall of the elevator as she waited to reach her floor. She tapped her foot on her empty ride up, some random song playing in the background. She didn't know what it was called, and she didn't care.

Once she'd made it to the floor, she stepped out of the elevator and made her way quietly to the door at the end of the hall. She punched in the passcode and let out a sigh of relief as soon as she stepped inside the spacious, lavish penthouse apartment she shared with her brother. She shut the door behind her and leaned back against it as she bowed her head. Though she hadn't done much, she still felt so exhausted.

A few minutes passed as she stood there like that, letting the silence of the familiar place surround her. In the peace and quiet solitude, she felt her thoughts shift back to what seemed to constantly lurk in the shadows of her mind. Always there, never able to make any sense of it, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. She sank to the floor, pressing her back against the door as she landed in a slumped position. She lacked any control as it soon overflowed and occupied every space of her head.

"I just wish I could remember…"

Those words felt so hypocritical as they left her lips almost automatically, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she snaked her arms around them, chaining around her legs in a bruising grip. She said those words, but she wasn't sure that she meant them…

What good would it do to remember? It'd leave wounds, angry and bitter, open and exposed to the harsh reality. If she remembered, then the pain of missing it would only double, and she'd only end up longing for what she'd never have again. Even though she knew that, she still couldn't stop the longing words from leaving her mouth in the comforting solitude that enveloped her in its embrace.

She knew that dwelling on the past, a past that only ever came to be due to the unfortunate destiny fate had decided to leave on her shoulders, would never lead her to find any sort of closure. It would never help her soothe the absent ache burning in her heart and soul.

Going to visit that shrine wasn't the best thing she could've done. She didn't even think she had wanted to go in the first place, but it was something that she had to do. If not, then she'd forever be left wondering if…

She needed to be sure.

She needed to be certain that it was truly all said and over with. To be sure that nothing would ever succeed in going back through the well ever again from either side. A part of her that she hadn't even been aware of in the first place felt so placated in knowing the fate of the well. Now that she could say, once and for all, that it was all done and over with, what else could she possibly have to cling onto from that time? Shouldn't she see this as a blessing? A sign that it was finally time to move on? To heal and recover from the marks embedded into her soul?

Kagome stiffened up, her grip tightening as she sank her nails into the skin on her legs, crimson welling up and spotting in the wake of her nails. Those same stinging tears from earlier resurfaced, and she sank her teeth into her lip to keep from crying as she tucked herself away into her knees. Her hair fell around her as a sleek, raven curtain, hiding her face from no one at all. Despite knowing it wasn't much, the barrier of her hair made her feel more secure. It would take so little for the privacy it provided to be disrupted, she knew, but with her on her own here, she had no reason to fear that possibility. She didn't need to hide her weaknesses, but when she did it, it made her feel a bit better about exposing them, even if it was just to herself.

Her shoulders trembled as she fought to keep the tears from falling. She was scared of letting the dam that held it all back shatter. What if she couldn't repair it this time?

The aftermath of the final battle for the jewel was a haze in her brain. She couldn't recall much after the jewel was completed once more. She could remember standing alongside her friends, her companions, and she could remember the overwhelming feeling of relief at knowing they'd come out victorious after such a long, grueling fight. That Naraku was finally gone, and he'd never be able to cause harm to another innocent life again. Even now, as she sat there huddled into a ball, she knew that all the pain and strife had been worth it in the end, and she'd never regret the marks it left on her- visible and not.

Fog covered her brain in the following moments. Her days there ran black, and it was just over. Just like that. One second she was there, and the next she wasn't. She figured that with the quest for the jewel finally completed and Naraku's demise, she was transported back to her rightful time, because the next thing she could recall was waking up in her room here.

A hand landing on her shoulder caused her to bolt upright, a panicked gasp flying from her lips. Before she could register anything around her, a shooting pain shot through her head when it connected with something equally as hard. She yelped, pressing both hands to her aching temple as tears budded in the corners of her eyes and she sought for whatever it was that she'd just collided against. It didn't take long for her to find it.

The orange-haired man was doubled over a bit, one hand bracing his weight on the headboard of her bed while the other mimicked her own as it rested on his forehead. Confusion washed through her instantly, and she lowered her hands slowly, a few tears finally slipping down her cheeks as her head throbbed dully. Instantly she could tell that something didn't feel right, but she didn't put any thought into it. She was home?

"What the hell was that for?!" Chuuya growled out, pulling his hand away from his head as he leveled a glare on her. Kagome bristled silently, fuming at him.

"You scared me!" she shot back. "Don't do that!" she huffed and folded her arms over her chest. "What's the big deal with waking me up in the first place?"

He arched a brow, looking at her like she'd grown another head. "You forget already?" he questioned, and she tilted her head to the side. "I'm taking you out today to celebrate."

"Celebrate…?" Celebrate what? More confusion welled up inside her, coming to show on her face. "Wait... what's special about today again?" she asked.

Chuuya eyed her, one neat eyebrow ticking in faint irritation. "What do you think?" he deadpanned. "It's your birthday, brat."

"... huh?" Kagome sat back at that statement, blinking owlishly as those words sunk in. Something about that claim didn't resonate with her. Flickers of fragmented memories danced through her mind like dying lights. A glimpse of a well, an old shrine. As suddenly as they sparked, they faded like intangible hallucinations, evaporating away like smoke. "It's my birthday today…?" The confusion she felt bled into her whispered voice, and she was startled when she felt his hand fall to rest gently against her forehead, the glove that he had been wearing moments ago held in his other hand.

"The hell's up with you?" he grumbled, and she noticed easily the way he tried to hide his worry with irritation as he checked for any sign of a fever. It wasn't just lurking in his words, but she could feel the spike of it in his aura.

She picked her head up as that memory danced through her head.

Sure enough, when she woke up in her room after the fight, it was as if she'd woken up from one long unending dream. As if time itself changed and reset back to that day for everyone, leaving only her to ever feel as if something had changed so drastically. If it weren't for the scars and the Shikon no Tama, then she might've tried to convince herself that none of it had truly happened. That her days fighting demons five-hundred years in the past had been nothing more than a dream thought up by an overactive imagination.

Each day after, the realization kept getting more and more clear before it finally came crashing down on her, leaving her to drown almost helplessly as the storm turned to a flood that consumed her.

A faint pulse of heat seared across her chest, where the jewel rested, and she winced. A dull ache pounded through her head, and she blinked dots from her vision. She glanced down, spotting it glowing a deceptively beautiful amaranth as it lay hidden by her shirt. Her eyes narrowed as she glowered at it with a furious sheen highlighting watery blue. It looked so pure, but it was anything but that.

"If I'm telling the truth, I'd actually be okay if you just vanished from my life right now," she growled at the bauble that was so inconspicuous to anyone other than her, it seemed. Did she necessarily care where it might end up? Not exactly. She didn't understand why it had to hang around her now that everything was wrapped up. Couldn't it just fade away? Or, at the very least, return to her body so she could at least try and forget about its cursed existence? She blew a lock of hair from her face with a mild scoff. "Sheesh, what a fucking problem you turned out to be…" All things considered, she should've expected this, at least. Stupid cursed marble and its stupid magical abilities.

With a sigh, Kagome slowly maneuvered back onto her feet. The pain along her chest faded as suddenly as it came, and she pushed it to the back of her mind just like she did with everything else. Arguably, not the best coping mechanism she could've learned, but it was all she had. She lifted a hand and let her fingers comb through her unruly raven tresses, picking her head up so she could let her gaze sweep over the room surrounding her. This was the place she knew, the place she considered to be her home. She was content, she told herself.

The location and situation didn't matter to her. It never did. As long as she was with Chuuya, then she was home. The thought of a life without him there left a deeper pain than the more fleeting one that was tied to her inability to recall whatever it was that she'd lost. Whenever it was, it never mattered to her. As long as she had him, she was home. He was her home.

He was in all of the earliest memories she could bring herself to remember. She didn't recall anything from before she was six, just sheer blackness and a mild headache whenever she tried. For that reason, she never put any thought into her youngest years of life. Maybe there was a reason it was all gone, and she saw no reason to try and bring them back to her. In her earliest memory, he was there. He always was.

She shook her head, as if doing so would do anything to clear the many thoughts cluttering her head. Deep down she knew it wouldn't do any good, but she didn't exactly have a lot of options on the matter.

She wished the jewel would do something to ease her frustrations, but it seemed to have no desire to help her in any sort of way. Once a burden, always a burden, surely.

Kagome glanced at the time and a soft sigh fell from her lips. It was still pretty early in the day, and she didn't exactly want to stay locked up all by herself. Anyway, it wasn't as if she'd been told not to leave, so…-

"Oh well…"

With that short, mumbled pair of words, Kagome turned on her heel and made for the door once more. She grabbed her bag and jacket on her way out, slinging both of them over the same arm as she set out with no plan in mind.

Auroua-chan: Ending this one here.

Kagome's a walking trouble magnet, and it won't take long for things to come her way. Fate isn't too kind to her.

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