A/N: First off, just so everyone knows, this is a drabble series, meaning each chapter is going to be very short, but there will be a lot of chapters and I will be updating fairly frequently. Also, throughout this story, the point of view will alternate between Kagome and Sesshoumaru so, to avoid confusion, at the beginning of each chapter I will label which POV it's going to be.

Ah, also, the cover image I used for this story is by Yoruzuki, a very talented artist over on Dokuga. Amazingly, he asked to make a doujinshi for my story and that picture is one of his. If you like it, he has a lot more work he's done for WTR on his profile if you'd like to check it out.

Oh, and so no one accuses me of plagiarizing, I decided to write this fic as an homage of sorts to Yun Mi-Kyung. The plotline is my own, but she owns the original manhwa. Check it out if you haven't! It deserves so much more love!

Now, please enjoy this first chapter!

Kagome's POV

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Chapter One: Sacrifice

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My mother's tears fell like drops of crystal, and I reached out to her, wanting to soothe her pain away.

She shuffled back, and I let my hand fall. She cried harder.

"Forgive me. Please forgive me."

I offered her a wan smile, which only served to send her further into hysterics. "There is nothing to forgive."

I lifted my arms, and she shambled behind me, choosing to wrap me in my shiro-maku instead of embrace me. The wedding kimono was beautiful, to be sure, and accented my own beauty perfectly.

The thought made me grimace.

Gently, as if she thought I would break, my mother rested her palms on my shoulders and guided me to a silk cushion. Once seated, I felt her fingers twist into my hair, shaping it into the traditional bunkin-takashimada style before adorning it with golden kanzashi. Without a doubt, I would look breathtaking, and I felt myself burn with anger.

"There," she said as she helped me to my feet. "Now you need only one last thing."

I watched as she turned to the side and unfolded a turquoise uchikake, richly embroidered and obviously expensive. I'd never seen one in a blue shade, but I knew why this outer kimono was special.

It was usually worn over the wedding kimono during the reception. As I slipped into it, luxuriating in its silky feel, I understood why my mother had given this to me now.

There would be no reception for me.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Ten invisible cookies to the one who figures out what manhwa inspired this story! Please review!