Wherever you may go
It turned out he was unable to follow her down the well that took her home, they had tried everything they could think of, holding onto each other, going immediately after one another, casting sutras that work on each side – nothing was good enough. Eventually Kagome decided that she would have to go and tell her mother that she was going to have to wait a very long time for a wedding, and even then it would probably be their tenth or something like that to keep up appearances, it would not do to have a young couple been married for four hundred and fifty odd years, or any couple married for that long in fact.
Her family took the news extremely well, they had had time to get accustomed to the concept she may die in the feudal era but did not have much of a choice, a wait for the wedding, without even meeting the groom first would just have to be something they put up with. Even though her beloved mother smiled throughout the whole explanation, it looked fake, the underlying sense of hurt even though she knew she had no real right to feel it still burned within her chest. This hurt Kagome in return and she blinked back the tears in her eyes before excusing herself to go out for a walk on Tokyo's streets to clear her head.
It was while she was out walking that she ran into the most unexpected person – herself.