Disclaimer: Why would I be writing instead of drawing, and sitting in America instead of Japan? I do not own Inuyasha.

Notes: There are spoilers. Beware. This takes place in modern time, during the time near Kagura's death. Its like a WestSide Story thing, but twisted and different. Also, this chapter is sort of like the last episode, but different. Just read...just read...


"You cannot go." I tried to say sternly. "Its a set up. Naraku and his gang are not at Shikon Hall. Its just the police. They lied to you. "I lied, tears in my eyes. I am a 16 year old wind demon. The sister of Naraku, the man I hate most, the man who rules the streets of Shikon City. A godfather. A mafia. However you may call it. He practically owns me, whatever I do, I face consequenses. Whether a beating, or asault by his gang. He is the leader of the strongest gang, Spiders. And rivaled to them were the Furred, and the leader of the Furred, well, was standing in front of me.

"I will not be seen as a coward." Sesshoumaru said. Sesshoumaru was the leader of the Furred. His face was blank, his stare was stern, his long white hair flowed across the sky, shining in the sunlight. He showed no feelings, not to me, not to anyone. After my long silence, he turned around and left me there, in the middle of the street. I let him slip away again. Why am I this way? Why am I so stubborn?

I am Kagura.


I looked up at the clock. It was 1:30 am. The fight the two gangs were having must be over by now. 'Why hasn't Naraku returned yet?' I thought. This meant another beating. 'The Spiders lose, and I get beat. The Furred lose, and I am depressed. Why couldn't I be more careful?' I thought. There was a time when I was sided with Naraku. I even had my own army, although it was degraded. But I couldn't stand the fact to be ordered around. Do this. Do that. Kill him. Kill her. I really had no control. 'Why couldn't I have kept it to myself?' I wondered. I grew to hate my brother, wanting to kill him myself. There was no way I could do that. And I had made the mistake of leading the Furred to Naraku's lair, hoping that they would kill him and his gang. They failed, and Naraku had found out that I was the one who led them to it. I was punished.

I really did not care for the Furred then, I just wanted my brother dead, and the Furred were the only ones strong enough to kill him. Naraku had shot me, blown a hole through my chest, I drove away in my car feather, and drove into a ditch. My car feather started to blaze. I was sure I'd die, and for a few moments, I wanted to.

The next morning, I woke up lying on the deck. A young girl was hovering above my head, staring at me. I sat up right then. "Where am I?" I had first said, angry. I had wanted to be dead. A young man called out "Rin." and the young girl ran to him.

"She's okay!" The young girl had said, happily. The girl acted as if she was 14 or 15 years old, and she was. 'Why was she with such an older guy?' I thought at first. The young girl, obviously named Rin, ran back up to me. "Sesshoumaru saved your life!"

'Sesshoumaru?' I thought. 'The leader of the Furred? But why?' I quickly got up and spotted my car, which was not drivable. I started walking up deck toward the road.

"Aren't you going to thank him?" Rin had called out behind me. I turned around and saw Sesshoumaru turn his head as if he did not care. I said nothing.


I didn't know it then, but something sparked between us.