In my dream, I was by the river washing clothes. The sound of children playing on the field filled my ears. Everything was green, alive and peaceful. I was in the feudal era.

I tried to put down the clothes to figure out what the hell was going but to my surprise and horror I had no control over my body. I just watched my hands continue washing the clothes. Testing my voice, I tried to yell, "Hello!" Nothing. I just sat there quietly.

I felt myself get up to hang the clothes and then walk back to the village. For the first time I realized how weak I felt. The majority of my weight was placed upon the bow that was in my hand. The bow that was in my hand was… Kikyou's bow.

I realized then that I was stuck in Kikyou's body. My point of view changed completely into Kikyou's I saw, thought, felt everything that Kikyou would…

As I approached the village I saw a crimson red figure in the trees. My heart skipped a beat. I shrugged it off though my feelings couldn't interfere with what I had to do.

"Inuyasha!" I called.

He looked up startled, then coming back to his senses he jumped down from the tree and ran towards me. It hurt me to realize that the girl Kagome was the only thing that he could think about.

Inuyasha put his arm around me supporting me as we walked back to the village. The jester lacked feeling, love that used to be there and would never be there again.

I pointed over to a path that didn't lead straight to the village, "can we go this way?" I asked.

Inuyasha nodded and led me over there; I could tell that he was confused. We walked in a silence.

"Let us stop here so I can rest," I stated finally breaking the piercing silence. I sat down slowly every movement pained me. I took a sharp breath in.

Inuyasha knelt beside me his eyes full of concern. "Kikyou you're not well."

His golden eyes made my heart flutter. It was hard to concentrate on what I what I had to say.

"Inuyasha I must not stay much longer," I said not looking into his eyes but instead at the ground.

He took my hand, this made my heart pound faster, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that when your friend Kagome gave me part of her soul, it is not enough for me to survive.

"Kikyou, no you can't go, you can't leave me."

The passion in his voice made my heart ache for him but I kept going on.

"Inuyasha, if you were to go back and repeat bringing me back to life would you? If you had the knowledge that it was the only way to have me but it may kill Kagome in the process.

This time Inuyasha was the one that wasn't able to meet my eyes. I knew that he was afraid that I would be able to see the truth behind them.

I continued. "I cannot change fate and neither can you. Not even the Sacred Jewel can. My fate was to die fifty years ago. Yours was to stay alive, to defeat Naraku, to…" I took a deep breath not wanting to say the words, "be with Kagome."

Inuyasha stared at me and I knew that I had finally gotten past his thick skull. He realized now that he would always love Kagome more than he would ever love me.

I stood up and turned away from him so he could not see the pain in my face. "Now go get her," I said my voice as steady as I could make it, "go find her."

"Will you be here when I get back?" Inuyasha asked.

I smiled weakly and turned back toward him. I put my hand on his chest, right where his heart was. "I'll be right here."

… My mind separated from Kikyou's. Inuyasha loved me. He was going to save me.

As if protesting with my thoughts my dream became fuzzier and fuzzier until it retreated into the back of my mind.

I woke up that morning with a huge smile on my face. Party today.

I ran down stairs and hurriedly made breakfast as if the faster I moved the faster time would go by. That didn't seem to be the case. I ended up watching Souta's shows on TV for two hours before I scream out in frustration.

"What's wrong hon?" My mother asked.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong," I knew I was stepping into dangerous boundaries but I couldn't help it. My voice began to rise. "Except that it's only two and the par— and I'm going to Yuka's house at six." I finished quietly.

Luckily my mom was to angry to realize what I had almost said. "Well Kagome," she said sternly, "I'm sorry I can't control time!"

I grumbled and stomped up the stairs and into my room. I went straight to my closet and went through my clothes to see what to wear. Nothing was cute enough.

"I've got nothing to wear!" I shouted. Pulling out my phone, I saw that I had a text from Yuka.

Hey girl!!! I got a question to ask you, it read.

What is it??? I texted back eagerly.

I messed with my hair, while waiting for her to reply, trying to figure out how I wanted to where it.

The phone buzzed in my hand. I slid open my phone and read the text, What took you so long? I was wondering if you wanted to come over early and we could get ready for the party:)

I jumped up and down clapping my hands together. Of course! Can I borrow your clothes?!?!? Please!!! Pretty, pretty please!!! I texted back.

I started to pack my bag. The best part about Yuka's house was that it was miles away from the neighbors which meant no one was going to be calling the cops.

My buzzing phone told me that Yuka she had texted back. Yes, bring your make-up and curler too. We're going to be the ones all the guys are looking at! COME OVER NOW!

Kk, I'll be there, I texted back. I through everything she asked for in my bag. I was so excited I could scream.

Running down the stairs, I hugged my mom.

"I'm going over early," I explained and then adding to my brother, "bye kid."

I was already out the door before they could reply. I jumped on to my bike and rode off to Yuka's.

Her house was farther away than the movies so it was way shorter to bike. No one drove; driving would only take twice as long as walking.

I easily weaved through the people barely paying attention to anything but my excitement. As I got closer to Yuka's house less people were around. She lived more on the outskirts of the city.

The feeling of fear started to creep up inside me. I usually never got scared on this drive. It never bothered me but now I felt as if someone was watching me, following me. I kept on riding though and soon the Yuka's house showed up taking my troubles away.

I ringed the doorbell to the massive house. I swear Yuka's house was the prettiest house I had ever seen. It looked, no, it was a mansion. This house was what every little kid dreamed their house would be.

Yuka answered the door and pulled me inside.

"Come on, come on! We have lots of work to do. Go upstairs and take a shower. I have clothes already for you," she said while pulling me up stairs.

After taking my shower, stepped out to look at the clothes Yuka had left me on the floor. They were old pajamas. I put them on; blow dried my hair and walked into her bedroom.

"What are these?" I asked her.

"There what were going to do our hair and make-up in," she explained. Yuka pointed to the chair in front of her make-up desk. "I'm fixing you up first, sit down."

I sat down without protest. It was best not to mess with Yuka when she went on one of these beauty rampages. She turned me around so I couldn't see myself in the mirror.

"Hey," I complained.

"Oh shut up. I want you to be surprised at the final product," she said with a smile.

I shut up and let her work on me. She talked and talked. If it was possible, I think Yuka was more excited about the party than I was.

"So I know you've had a crush on Hayate for forever so you'll have him and I'll have his best friend Katashi. They're our targets. OK?" She went on without my answering, "I'm giving you the key to the guest bedroom so you and Hayate can yah." She finished smiling at me as if she was doing me the biggest favor in the world.

I smiled back at her trying to hide my uneasiness. Getting drunk and maybe making out I was cool with but having sex I wasn't quite sure.

I didn't have enough time to worry about it because Yuka turned me around so I was facing the mirror again. She smiled down at me admiring her work. "The masterpiece is done."

I looked at myself in the mirror smiling. I looked hot! My hair was softly curled so it framed my face. She made my make-up so perfect that it was almost as if I were I different person.

"Your right," I finally said after admiring myself in the mirror, "we're going to be the ones all the guys are looking at."