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Alrighty, here's chapter one. And again, remember: still not a big expert on Inuyasha. I know the basics, I think. Hopefully that will be enough to get me through for a while.

Enjoy!

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In Desirée Marino's opinion, Tokyo, Japan was her personal Hell on Earth.

"C'mon, sweetheart." Grandma Kikyo smiled at Desirée. "Turn that frown upside down." She laughed at the saying. "I know, you're so used to your life in New York, but remember: everything happens for a reason. Maybe life intended for you to come here for something important. For all you know, this could be where you find the love of your life." Tiny creases appeared around her mouth on her aging face as she laughed again.

"I doubt it," Desirée muttered, unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the car door. She pulled her only suitcase along with her, not bothering to offer the rest of her family any help with their belongings. They don't deserve it.

"You know," her grandmother started, popping up beside her. "There are a lot of stories about this shrine. One in particular has to do with the old Bone Eater's Well, over there. It is said that it was really an entrance to Japan's Feudal Era used by our ancestor, Kagome Higurashi."

"Fascinating," Desirée said, deadpan, slightly confused by the tingle she felt inside her when she heard the name of her ancestor. She walked faster in an effort to get away from her Grandma and entered the house.

The living room was completely empty, except for some thick curtains covering the windows, preventing any sunlight from entering. As bare as the house looked, Desirée couldn't help but feel a certain presence in the room, along with something else. It was like she'd been there before, though she was certain she'd never seen the house before.

"C'mon, tesoro," Desirée's father said behind her. "Don't you think living in a shrine would be exciting?"

"No," Desirée answered, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at her old Italian nickname meaning 'treasure'. Her father Arnaldo Marino was Italian, born in Palermo, Italy. Desirée's mother Izumi Marino-Higurashi was Japanese, born in the capital Tokyo, making Desirée Japanese-Italian-American. She was proud of having two ethnicities -- but not so much that she'd actually want to move to either country. Her place was New York; if only her parents could understand that.

"Hey Desi!" Desirée turned around, almost slamming her face into the open magazine that her sister Adelina was holding in front of her. "Look, Spencer Montag got arrested for DUI again!" She teetered across the dark room and sat on one of the moving boxes, acting as if Spencer Montag's getting arrested for the sixth time is something to be happy about.

"She's the biggest celebrity mess since Milan Hilton." Desirée ventured upstairs, a feeling of recognition growing inside her, the further upstairs she walked.

"Where are you going, Desi?" Adelina asked, scandalized. "You could get in trouble! You don't know what's up there!"

"This is our house now," Desirée replied, stopping at the top of the stairs. "And I want to see which room I'll be staying in." She looked around at the rooms, until one in particular caught her eye. Absentmindedly, she opened the door and walked inside slowly. She set her suitcase down and looked around. There were curtains on the windows there as well, blocking the sunlight. Desirée subconsciously walked over and opened them, her eyes almost instantly landing on the well house outside -- the one her Grandma Kikyo had mentioned.

The Bone Eater's Well, Desirée remembered her grandmother say.

"Desi!" Desirée snapped back out of her trance at her mother's voice.

"Coming!" She reclosed the curtains and dashed out of the room, leaving her suitcase behind.

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That night, Desirée found herself back in the same room, trying to get some sleep on the floor, since they weren't shopping for her bed until the next day. She still didn't know what had possessed her to tell her mother that she wanted this room; something inside her had just told her it was right.

Desirée had noticed earlier that someone had scribbled their name in permanent marker by the corner on the other side of the room. It seemed as if someone had tried to wipe it off with no success, only making the name too blurry to read. Desirée could only make out the first and last letters: 'K' and 'E'. She couldn't help but wonder who it could be.

Finally feeling sleepy, she shrugged off her curiousity and closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

And the nightmares began.

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"Die Inuyasha!" A girl looking exactly like Desirée aimed her bow and arrow at a silver-haired boy with dog ears. She was just about to shoot when the boy spoke up.

"Kagome snap out of it!" he cried desperately. "Naraku's controlling you! Don't do this!" He tried his best to sound tough, but his eyes betrayed him as they were filled with concern and love for the girl.

"Stop lying, Inuyasha!" Kagome glared at the boy. "Naraku has nothing to do with this! I've just finally opened my eyes realized that you've been deceiving me all this time. You don't care about me; you just want the jewel so you could turn full-demon, kill Naraku and avenge Kikyo's death, and forget about me! I'm done listening to your lies." She closed her eyes and shot the arrow, just barely missing Inuyasha as he dodged it.

"Kagome that's not true! Naraku's the one deceiving you! I would never do that!" The desperation in Inuyasha's voice increased as he stared at Kagome helplessly.

"Liar!" Kagome aimed another arrow at him. "You're a liar and a traitor! Naraku's not even here! You're just trying to save your life and take the jewel shards from him!" Tears formed in her eyes. "And you know what? I'd rather he have it, than you! I'm glad he turned you and Kikyo against each other! And I regret ever freeing you from the tree! I wish you dead!" She shot the arrow, feeling a small smile form on her lips as it wounded Inuyasha in the arm.

"Kagome don't say that! It's Naraku talking through you! And he's right behind you! Just turn around and see for yourself!" Inuyasha pointed his clawed index finger at Naraku, who was silently watching the whole scene with a smirk, amusement evident in his eyes as he watched Inuyasha's useless attempts to free Kagome from his control.

"I don't believe you!" Her glare intensified as she reached behind her for another arrow, only to realize that she had ran out from using them to trap the monk Miroku and the demon slayer Sango.

Inuyasha smiled softly in relief, and walked cautiously toward Kagome. "C'mon, Kagome," he murmured. "This is me; you know, the guy you 'sit' at least five times a day? The worst thing I've ever done to you is tell you that I hate your cooking! I wouldn't betray you!" He stopped two feet away from her and stared into her tear-filled chocolate eyes.

"Liar," Kagome said meekly. "What about all the times you've left me in danger to go find Kikyo? All the times you've lied to us that you were going for a walk, only to 'casually' run into her? Ever since she came back from the dead, you've done nothing but betray me." She backed away from him and turned around, completely oblivious of Naraku's presence. She stared at the well and took a few steps towards it, wanting ever so desperately to just jump in and destroy it, to forget about everything she's been through in the past few months. To forget Inuyasha.

Kill him, a calm voice in her head ordered. Kill him and all your pain will cease. Kagome, feeling no choice but to oblige, nodded and wiped her tears away, angry with herself that she let Inuyasha get the better of her. She turned back to the half-demon in front of her and walked back to him, her eyes never leaving his. She saw the slight fear in them, along with other emotions she couldn't comprehend. When she finally reached him, she grabbed onto his arms and lightly laid her head on his chest. She ignored the spark she felt as he embraced her, his shoulders relaxing as he buried his face in her raven-colored hair. She started to summon her priestess powers within her.

I can't do it, she realized. I can't hurt him. She tore herself away from him, one moment too late. Her powers attacked him, the impact bringing him to his knees. Kagome gasped softly and backed away.

Kill him, the calm voice ordered once again, He'll only continue to hurt you if you give in to him. Stop this now, once and for all. Kagome shook her head violently, trying rid herself of the awful voice. "No," she mumbled.

"Kagome."

Kagome turned to see Inuyasha still on the ground, staring at her with the same look of desperation. But she noticed something else in his expression; a twinge of anger, though it didn't seem aimed at her. He turned around and drew out his Tetsusaiga.

"You're dead, Naraku." He did his 'Wind Scar', and Kagome watched in confusion, for she didn't see Naraku anywhere, not even sensing his demonic aura. She couldn't help but wonder if her attack had drove Inuyasha to delusions.

Kill him! The voice no longer held calmness, but exasperation. He's caused you nothing but pain; he doesn't deserve your forgiveness.

"Stop!" Kagome cried out angrily. "Leave me alone!"

"You're strong," she heard same voice say, but this time she wasn't imagining it. Kagome turned around and finally saw Naraku standing next to Inuyasha, who was glaring daggers at him.

"You are no longer useful to me." Naraku turned his attention towards Inuyasha. "What do you think, Inuyasha? Shall I kill her right here, in front of you? I understand you weren't able to witness Kikyo's death. Why don't I give you a replay?"

"You bastard!" Inuyasha breathed heavily. "You're not laying a hand on her!"

Naraku smirked and held up his index finger toward Kagome. It twitched and a light shot out and collided with Kagome's chest in a millisecond, knocking her off balance and sending her hurling into the well. The well glowed briefly with a bright red light before turning back to normal.

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Desirée Marino rarely had nightmares. And when she did, she usually forgot them about two minutes after she woke up.

Which was why she was baffled when she found herself sitting under a giant tree near the well thinking about nothing but the strange dream she had last night, with the evil half-demon, the well, the boy.

Inuyasha, Desirée remembered. Who was he? And why did she find herself trying to kill him? Why did he call her 'Kagome'?

The old Bone Eater's Well was really an entrance to the Feudal Era used by our ancestor, Kagome Higurashi, Desirée heard her grandmother's voice echo in her mind. Then she remembered: She -- or the girl in the dream who looked like her -- had mentioned the name 'Kikyo'; her grandmother's name.

Desirée was just about to go find her Grandma and ask her about the dream when she heard Adelina's voice calling her.

"Desi! Desirée!" Adelina skidded to a stop in front of her sister and held out a shiny object. "Look what I found buried by this tree."

Desirée took the object from her sister's hand, trying to ignore the sudden tingle she felt when it came in contact with her fingers. She realized it was some kind of jewel. She turned it around between her fingers and saw that it wasn't whole.

"What is it?" Adelina asked.

"Some kind of jewel," Desirée replied. She turned it over once more to inspect the place where some pieces were missing and accidentally dropped it, only to be picked up by their small dog, Lala.

"Lala!" Desirée chased after the dog as it ran in the direction of the well. "Lala get back here!" She slowed her pace to a jog the closer she got to the well. She hesitated at the entrance, shivering slightly when she saw the old well.

"Desi, get in there!" Adelina said behind her. "Don't tell me you're scared." She smirked at her older sister.

"Shut up, Lina!" Desirée took a deep breath and straightened up. She slowly made her way down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the well. She couldn't help but feel as if something were going to pop out of there and grab her.

"Arff!" Lala put the jewel on the ground, wagging her tail as she watched Desirée pick it up cautiously, eyes still on the well.

Desirée straightened up and finally tore her eyes from the well to clean the slightly drooled jewel with her shirt. Completely forgetting her fears for a moment, she sat on the edge of the well as she continued to wipe off the jewel.

"Desirée!" Adelina whined loudly, startling Desirée and causing her to lean back. The last thing Desirée heard was her sister's gasp as she fell deeper into the well, closing her eyes.

Sudden images from the old horror movie "The Ring" prevented Desirée from noticing the blue-ish glow around her. It wasn't until she felt herself gently hit the ground that she snapped back to reality.

"Lina!" Desirée called out, getting up. "Adelina, help me get out!" She looked up and knitted her eyebrows in confusion at the cloudless blue skies that replaced the dark ceiling she saw just minutes ago. She grabbed on to the vines on the walls of the well and started to climb, concentrated on her feet the whole time. She hoisted herself onto the edge and finally looked up -- only to see pair of golden eyes staring back.

"K-Kagome?"

In Desirée Marino's opinion, Tokyo, Japan was her personal Hell on Earth. Because only in her personal Hell could she have weird nightmares, fall into an old well, and end up in some strange place with a dog-eared boy she thought only existed in her dreams.

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Dedicated to Alex, who always mentions "The Ring" when Kagome goes through the well or when the well is mentioned. And a shout out to JoJo who believes that in some future generation Paris Hilton will be reincarnated, much to the world's dismay.

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