She grew up just like everyone else, and just like everyone else, she had a past, Teenage years, years that would fade sooner or later. She is now twenty-three, and like most of her friends, her teen years are almost forgotten. Sure, she has memories; everyone does, and when she thinks about them, she smiles.
Even though her teen years were unlike everyone else's, she still let them fade from her mind as she grew into a woman with friends and a job. I mean, who else can say they spent their younger years in the feudal era with demons, monks, and demon slayers? No one. She still has photos of them. They are all framed and in her apartment. Rin with Jaken, she was lucky to snap that shot. She had one of Inuyasha yelling at the camera and one with her and him that they took when he was in her time.
Sango and Miroku together, and of course, Miroku's hand is on her butt. A few of Shippo and Kirara and a few with Inuyasha chasing Shippo; she had to hide those. She has some of Kaede and even one of Sesshomaru. She got it one night while he was staring at the star. It was a great photo, and even though they didn't get along, she still kept it.
But those days are gone, and her life has taken her to a new place but soon, just like her teen years, these years would pass too.
The day the jewel vanished was a great day, but Kagome could not help but feel real sadness, but she found she could not cry. She knew this day would come. They well gave her time to say goodbye. She took a group photo and got hugs, she didn't want to leave, it hurt so, so bad. To leave Inuyasha all alone, after all, Kikyo was dead. But she knew they would never forget her, and she would never forget them; she told them to write her about their lives and to leave it somewhere only she would know to look and only a place that time would not destroy. She, to this day, has not found any letters of their lives, and that's the first thing she did when she returned to her time: she looked. Nothing, and it hurt.
Inuyasha stayed at the well for three days before walking away in the rain, not saying goodbye to anyone. He needed time alone. Sango was most quiet after Kagome left, and Shippo cried for weeks. Miroku kept his thoughts to himself. One day, weeks after she had left, Miroku was outside making a fire when none other than Lord Sesshomaru approached him.
"Where is the half-breed?" He asked, standing a few feet away from the monk. Miroku looked up, and Sango stepped outside. "Lord Sesshomaru," Miroku bowed.
"Where is he?"
He did not want to spend all day there. "I'm sorry, Lord Sesshomaru, I have not seen your brother in weeks," Miroku spoke as Sango came to stand beside him. Sesshomaru arched an eyebrow. "I see; he is with the Miko?"
"No," Sango spoke; Sesshomaru looked at her. "Inuyasha does not travel with the Miko from the future?"
"No Lord Sesshomaru sh-
"Has the half-breed not mated with her?" He cut Miroku off. Miroku looked down. "I'm afraid no, Lord Sesshomaru; after the jewel was destroyed she-
"Did she not survive?" He said, looking away.
Miroku made fist "No she returned to her own time shes gone it was not our or her choice but it does not matter She's just gone." Miroku was sad at the loss of his friend. it was like she had died. Sesshomaru had somewhat of a shocked look on his face. He had never thought about her returning to her own time. He made his face stone again and walked away.
When Kagome returned to her time, she was eighteen. She is now twenty-three; five years have passed, and tho she still remembers them. Some of her past she can't remember. She knew that there were no demons in her time, but sometimes she would spread out of her aura and try to feel out something, but she was left with nothing.
Kagome met up with her friends at a nightclub; it was not really a dance club, just a dark place with blue candles on black tables. It had a bar and a small dance floor for people who did want to dance. They had food, and it was a loud place, a place she would go to with her new friends, a place where she forgot everything and was just there, the music drowning her out her mind. It was the last place she thought she would see a demon.
