Chapter One: In Which There Are Problems

Well, here we go…a new fanfic. I hope that someone enjoys it. I hope that someone doesn't enjoy it (at least they read it…). Mainly, I hope that someone reads it. All reviews are GREATLY appreciated. I'd love to know what you think of my work. I know a lot of people prohibit flaming, but seriously, if my writing deserves it, then bring out your flamethrower. Just please don't hit me.

This story is going to be a Sesshomaru/ Kagome pairing. I am going to make this story different from all of the others if possible. I will do my best to really stay true to the characters, and if you think that I am straying too far from the emotions and actions of a certain character, then tell me! I reserve the right to ignore you. (Just kidding! I'll listen to any criticisms you have--I can't promise that I'll make the changes, but I still appreciate the feedback.)

Oh, and by the way…if I make any stupid grammatical/ spelling errors, PLEASE tell me. My spelling and grammar mistakes annoy me to no end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha.


Kagome Higurashi was 15 years old. She was a junior high student, a girl of average height, with slightly wavy black hair, and a pretty face. Anyone passing her in the street would say that she was a perfectly ordinary schoolgirl. And they would have been right…until three years ago. For on that fateful day, her fifteenth birthday as it happened, she had:

A. learned of her ability to travel between the feudal era and her own time using an old well,

B. discovered that she was actually the reincarnation of a powerful miko; a woman who had guarded the sacred Shikon jewel against the demons who wished to possess it and become all-powerful,

C. had then proceeded to accidentally destroy the sacred Shikon Jewel within a matter of seconds whilst attempting to retrieve it from a giant crow demon, and

D. had become acquainted with a half demon named Inu-Yasha who wanted the Shikon jewel for himself and didn't care if she lived or died and whom she was to travel with in their quest to retrieve the now scattered jewel pieces.

It had not been one of her better days.

Now, nearly three years later, Kagome and Inu-Yasha had collected most of the Shikon fragments. They had faced some hard times together, and they had always had the support of their friends, Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and Kirara. Outwardly, the pair was happy to have come so close to reaching their goal, but on the inside something was deeply troubling them.

Kagome couldn't put into words the unfairness of it all. She had hated everything about the feudal era when she had first stumbled upon it, but now she wondered if she could ever truly bring herself to leave. It wasn't the magic she would miss, and she knew she could live without the bloodshed and hatred, but she had grown deeply attached to the people she knew there. There was one person in particular that she didn't think she could leave behind.

And he was currently swearing fluently at a rock he had just kicked.

"Damn this fucking rock," Inu-Yasha shouted. "How the hell am I supposed to clear away enough space for you idiots to walk when there are fucking boulders in my way?"

"Yes, Inu-Yasha, it is true that rocks can be quite ferocious. It's a wonder you've survived," Sango teased.

Miroku frowned. "Inu-Yasha, don't push yourself…I'll take the lead and clear the path if you want."

"Shut up," Inu-Yasha said. "I'm fine. I can do this a hell of a lot faster than any of you."

Kagome rolled her eyes. He could just be so stubborn sometimes. No, scratch that. All the time.

Inu-Yasha returned to his task. He was annoyed with himself for doing something so careless. He didn't know why Sango and Miroku's remarks had bothered him so much. After all, they had said similar things in the past. But it's been happening more often, he suddenly realized. I'm doing things like that all the time now. He grimaced. It wasn't hard to figure out why he was being so careless. He had been very preoccupied with his thoughts lately.

The quest for the Shikon jewel fragments was nearing its close, and at that time he would have to make a decision. But how can I do that, he wondered. I love them both. I want them to be happy... He shook his head sadly. …But I don't see any way giving both of them what they want.

Inu-Yasha was startled from his reverie by a loud "Oh, no!" coming from behind him.

The voice was Kagome's, and she was obviously in trouble. In a flash, Inu-Yasha had spun around, leapt forward, and gracefully hit his head on a low-hanging tree limb.

"Ouch! My head," Inu-Yasha yelped. "Kagome, are you all right?"

"Oh," Kagome moaned. "I just remembered! I have a math test tomorrow. I haven't studied at all!" She turned toward Sango. "Sango, could I borrow Kirara for a minute? I really have to go."

"That's alright Kagome, go ahead," Sango replied. "And good luck," she called as Kagome took to the skies atop Kirara.

Inu-Yasha blinked. She was gone. Maybe I'm a fool for ever thinking that she would need me anyway, he sighed.

Suddenly Miroku's face appeared in front of him.

"Inu-Yasha," the monk began. "What is wrong? You have not at all been acting like yourself lately."

"Wha-what are you talking about monk?"

"I mean," Miroku explained patiently, "that you have been acting strangely lately. I thought I might be imagining things, but now I know that I was right. You didn't try to stop Kagome from leaving. That has to be a first."

"Huh," Inu-Yasha said. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

"That's a first too," Shippo giggled.

He was rewarded by several thumps on the head with Inu-Yasha's fist.

I'm just going to have to stop worrying about it, Inu-Yasha decided. It isn't helping, and I'm putting everyone's lives in danger. It will work itself out eventually…


I can't believe that I forgot again! If I keep failing math tests I'll have to repeat the class! Kagome shuddered. Once had been quite enough.

She bid farewell to Kirara, and hoisted the pack over her shoulders. Then she jumped down into the shadowy depths of the old well…only to land with a soft thump, safely back in her own age.

"Sohta, Grampa, Mom, I'm home," she shouted as she climbed out from the well. She pulled herself out from within, and climbed the few stairs leading to the door, which she pulled open. She could see her Grandfather hurrying towards her, and she ran to greet him.

"Hi Grampa," she said to him. Suddenly her nose wrinkled. "Ugh, what is that smell?"

"That smell, you ask? It is a part of a very ancient and great ceremony used to recall spirits from the realm of---"

"Yes, but Grampa, what is it?"

Her grandfather sighed. Children these days had no appreciation for ancient and powerful magics. "It is a special ointment made from a variety of rare substances, all of which are quite valuable and---Kagome? Where are you going?"

Kagome went inside the house. She should have known that her grandfather would have something to do with the atrocious scent surrounding the shrine. He was always doing things like that.

"Oh, hello Kagome," her mother greeted her. "I'm glad you're back. Did Grampa's magic ointment call you here?"

"Not really," Kagome smiled.

"You remember your test?"

"Yes, I just remembered it a minute ago actually. I need to go study," Kagome said over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs to her room.

"OK, then…I'll get you something to eat, alright?"

"That would be great!" Kagome closed the door to her room. Home at last. Usually she was relieved to be back in her own age, but now she felt uneasy. It must be the ointment. The smell was starting to make her head swim.

Kagome pulled out her books and sat down at her desk. She sighed. It was going to be a long night.


OK, that's it for the first chapter.

I'M SORRY! IT WAS INTRO! I NEEDED IT! Please forgive me for the slowness…but this is going to be a fairly long fanfic anyway if my calculations are correct…and Sesshomaru isn't going to come in for at least a few more chapters…but I will write quickly, so at least you won't have to wait long for each installment. Please review! I'll post the next chapter tonight if I finish it!