Hi there! So sorry for not updating in a while.

I was working on my 1st story.

I am particularly not fond of Kikyo, but I will portray her in with a "kinder" personality in my story.

Also, Kagome is nowhere near being weak in this story.

Here is some information that you need to know about:

Sections that are bold AND italicized are flashbacks.

Any sentences, words, phrases, etc. that are italicized are the characters speaking their thoughts unless they are emphasizing something when they're talking.

Chapter 2

The wind beckons to me. The great tree whispers to me. The Well pleads to me.

I don't understand nature's call. I mean, not when one has to use the bathroom, but when it calls for one to do something. Every call leads me to the well near the house. There could be cars zooming, adults shouting greetings, and children playing, but I can clearly hear nature's call for me to go to the well.

It has already been two years since I've woken from my five-month long coma, or that's what I've been told from my mother, grandfather, and brother. I could not remember anything that occurred before my so-called "accident".

It's so strange. Sometimes I could hear someone calling out to me, but I can't make out the words. Sometimes I would see a figure in my dreams desperately trying to keep a hold of me as I drift away. Other times my heart would feel empty yet warm whenever I look at the strange necklace that sits on my desk near my bed.

Its dark beads are unusual, ones that I have never seen before, and it contains something…I don't know what it is, but it is something. There is a certain smell that lingers on it. The scent was like that of fresh trees and…and…

"I love you!"

A flash of red and silver with a touch of amber.

Heat crept up my neck and into my face. I'm being ridiculous, I thought.

"Kagome!" My mom is calling me. "I'm going shopping. You want to come?"

I glanced out my bedroom window at the great tree. A murmur in the back of my mine told me not to go, that I needed to wait. I blinked. Wait for what? I shook my head. "Yeah!"

I hurriedly dressed in a skirt and shirt and ran down the stairs. For a moment, I thought I saw lush blades of grass beneath my feet. I stopped and stared at the stairs. Hm. No grass there. I started walking again.

"Hurry up, will ya?"

I stopped again and turned around, half expecting to see…someone. Instead, my mom stood there, beckoning to my little brother.

"That's it. I'm officially losing it." I muttered.

T-T-T

I leapt down from the tree I was resting on. It was calling me again and I have no idea why.

I fixed my red robe and started walking toward the Bone Eaters' Well. I sat on its low walls. Somehow the well brought a strange comforting feeling yet a sense of longing and deep sorrow.

Five months ago, I woke to find something missing. I couldn't figure out what it was. I only remember my demonslayer and monk friends. Whenever Kikyo was present, I would get a feeling as if she didn't belong in the living world. I have no clue why, but I just do. It's so strange.

My love for her never waned, yet it felt wrong. Hmph. That didn't make any sense at all. I always saw her the way I always see her: strong, intelligent, poised, and beautiful. She all the traits of a good mate and more yet I feel as if it would be wrong to take her.

My soul cries out for another and the Well beckons to me to come. I don't know why this is happening. I have loved Kikyo ever since the moment I first met her.

I scratched my head, irritated. This is so damn confusing! What the hell is so wrong to take Kikyo as my mate?

"Sit boy!"

My ears flicked up. I quickly looked around, eager to find…to find…I don't know.

"Inuyasha, I'll always be by your side."

I sniffed the air.

"You'll never be alone when I'm around."

Nothing.

"This is only for the best."

The voice. It sounds sad, lacking hope and happiness. A jolt of pain pierced my heart.

"…we can never be together."

Stop it! Stop it, damn it!

I collapse to the ground, laying my back up against the Well's walls. Tears start to well up, but I refuse to let them fall.

Who is this person? Why does my soul call out to that person?