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“Anniversary”
November 16, 2003 . . .
Kagome sighed as she tried to convince herself that her friends were just out to keep her happy, no matter
what the cost. Why in the world they believed she might come down with some strange sort of illness was
beyond her. Her eyes shifted nervously around the group, Eri, Yuka, Ayumi . . . they were all chatting
excitedly about something that had seemingly happened to Yuka. Apparently, the girl had been asked out
by the new boy at school, and after a spectacular date, he had actually had the courage to kiss her
goodnight. “ . . . have you ever . . . ?”
Kagome sunk lower in the booth, resting her head on her folded hands as she tried to focus on
something—anything else. Various people drifted in and out of the window, and for a brief moment in time,
Kagome wished she were them. Only two years ago, she had forgotten just about everything that had
happened for the four years prior to her sudden awakening in her bed at home. When she had tried to ask
her mother about what had happened, she had simply smiled, brushed it off as normal and had gone about
her business, but not before leaving Kagome with more questions than answers.
“Kagome,” Eri’s gentle voice pulled her from her musings. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, has anything like
that ever happened to you?’
Kagome blinked at the girl and shook her head. “Um . . . no . . .” she allowed, her face sunken down into
her hands further. A flash of crimson, the most confident of stares blazed across her eyes. “Kaze no
Kizu!!!!!!” Kagome blinked again to will the images away. ‘Just who was that?’ And why did just that voice
make her want to see the unseen individual in her mind? Something seemed familiar about the silhouette
emblazoned in her mind’s eye. Something comforting and sheltering–something Kagome never thought
she could feel. It was both frustrating not knowing who it was, and saddening at the same time.
Studying journalism and pursuing a career in writing, always seemed to be the right way to go for her; it
seemed natural, welcoming. ‘Because I have a lot to say? Or is it just because I want to have something to
say?’
Distant and wholly dismayed, Kagome sighed again. Even after graduating a few months late—kami
knows why—Kagome had gotten a rather favorable job as a paid intern at a library on the Tokyo University
campus, where she had been scheduled to take an entrance exam only three days prior to the interview.
Turning her hand over and checking her watch, Kagome groaned. Eleven AM, it was already almost time
for her Physics class. Out of all her classes, Kagome disliked this one the most. The professor, a
Takahashi Minoru, had been riding her about her paper, which wasn’t due for another three weeks.
“Are you alright?” Ayumi asked gently, placing her hand on Kagome’s.
“Fine,” she muttered and slipped away from the booth. “I’ve got to go. I have a class in half an hour. Bye.”
Her friends watched her leave in concern, and for a slender instant, Kagome wished she were going
somewhere else.

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“I don’t think so Higurashi-san. Your essay didn’t cover all the points that I asked of you. However, since it
was very well-researched, I’ve decided to give you another chance,” Her ancient studies and philosophies
professor Miyanosuke-sensei handed her back her papers and gave her an encouraging smile. “Out of all
these students, I honestly think you have the most potential. You have a lot of knowledge of the ancient
Feudal Era.”
Kagome blushed a little, smiling at her professor as well, then grabbing up her books and depositing in her
knapsack. “Thanks.”
The woman smiled again and waved her out of her classroom. “Have a nice day, Higurashi-san.”
‘I wonder how long I have to do this?’
‘Don’t procrastinate. You know you’ve had a bit of a problem with that in the past.’
‘I have?’
‘Yes, don’t you remember—.’
“Kagome!” a voice echoed softly down the hall. The girl in question turned slightly, her hands pressed
gently over the two books nestled against her stomach. Eri raced down the resounding halls, the click of
her shoes snapping Kagome out of her musings.
“I thought you’d never stop.” Eri said, her voice, galvanizing as she caught up to Kagome and tried
grievously to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” Kagome said softly. “I didn’t hear you . . .”
Eri stood up straight and smiled. “No worries. I wanted to ask you if you’d gotten the notes for
Microbiology?”
Kagome sighed, kneeling down to dig into her book bag. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m taking a class
called ‘Microbiology’ . . .”
“Because you like helping out your friends . . . And because despite your frequent absences during junior
high and high school, you still had the highest GPA in our class so you have the units to spare.”
“Yeah,” Kagome sighed again, pulling out her sky blue notepad and depositing it into Eri’s zealous hands.
“I guess so . . .”
Eri smiled broadly. “Thanks, Kagome!” she said and turned on her heel, racing back the way she’d come.
“I’ll see you later!”
“Sure . . .” Kagome whispered, not at all sure why she was there in the first place.

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“Didn’t you know?” Yuka asked, a strange light in her eyes.
Kagome shook her head. “No . . . what?”
Eri giggled boisterously and smiled. “Hojou is coming to Tokyo University, too!” she said excitedly.
“But—.”
“No, Kagome, I’m not letting you pass up this opportunity to be happy. You said it yourself that you’ve
forgotten all about the two-timing guy you’d been obsessing over.”
And she had. But who exactly were they talking about? For a while after July, when she had supposedly
gotten over her “illnesses”, Kagome had to wonder what she had done the four years that seemed to be a
complete and utter blur. ‘I don’t remember . . . Mama won’t tell me what happened, and Grandpa is so
distant nowadays, I can’t go to him . . .’ Souta, her younger brother, had become the very model of boyish
good-looks, having absolutely no time to speak to her. He seemed to have grown up in what appeared to
be a second.
After Kagome had woken up in her bed two years ago with no memory of what had happened to her for
four years before that point, Souta, the little brother she had always loved and cared for, seemed to just . .
. outgrow her. His childish antics replaced by teenaged angst and an altogether dismissive behavior.
“Everyone grows up, dear. For Souta, it just happened a little faster than expected, I suppose.” Her
mother’s words. But Kagome had seen the telltale signs of sadness in her mother’s eyes, like she had
noticed, too, that the boy had lost something he cared about.
“Kagome?” Yuka said, gently tugging on Kagome’s sleeve where her head was currently resting. “Are you
okay, Kagome?”
“Hmm?”
“I said, are you okay?”
Kagome nodded, her thought interrupted for the moment. “I’m fine, Yuka. But you said that Hojou is
coming where?”
Yuka’s eyes lit up again. “Here! And Friday night, we’re double-dating!”
Kagome did a double-take and blinked, her eyes wide. “I-I don’t . . . I don’t know about . . . I really don’t
feel up to something like that . . .”
Yuka pinned her with a no-nonsense look. “No excuses this time. You don’t think I’ve seen how stressed
out you are?”
Kagome waved off her concern and offered her a bright smile. “No, really, I’m fine . . . really . . .”
“Really?”
Kagome nodded. “Yes, really.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re going out with us. Hojou has a friend that he’s been trying to get to gather up
enough courage to ask you out,” she paused to offer her friend a reassuring smile as Kagome’s face sunk
lower into her folded arms. “His name’s Kouketsu, and he likes girls like you . . .”
Kagome shook her head. “I don’t wanna . . .” she whined.
Yuka rolled her eyes. “It’ll be good for you, trust me.”
With a reluctant smile, Kagome agreed.

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Daylight slowly melted into a brilliant orange over the imposing structures of Tokyo, Japan. Kagome walked
stiffly down the streets, still bustling with excitement, a barely contained rising action. She pushed her
orthographic glasses further up on the bridge of her nose and dug her hands deeper into the pockets of
her American bomber jacket, the hem of her skirt raising slightly in the icy wind. She paid it no mind and
instead turned her attention back to the path of partially wet concrete. ‘It’s going to rain again tonight.’ she
mused, the clear smell of rain gradually filing her nostrils.
Growing up on a shrine, Kagome had always known when the weather was going to change. She was
outside a lot, and before her father passed away when she was six, he had taught her how to “smell” the
rain. It came in handy more often than not. She missed her father, too, it had been a really long time since
she had even seen a picture of the man. The man who had taken her ice skating, to the park with her
mother pregnant with Souta, to the library, had been, in her life, the only thing she could count on beyond
the shadow of a doubt. Not that her mother hadn’t, but her father . . . he was like an unattainable being, a
figure of strength she could lean on even when he wasn’t physically there. Just knowing that he was going
to come home had given her the unyielding strength she needed to go on.
But he was gone, it had taken her a long time to accept that. Kagome had the stupid idea, a few hours
ago, that perhaps the person, the silhouette that she had been conversing with in her dreams, had actually
been her father. It would make sense, the strength, the perceptive hugs and soft words were enough to
keep her sleeping through the night. Before, her nightmares, the ones of supernatural creatures filling her
vision, tearing apart old villages, and women, children, had haunted her nights, and oftentimes even her
daydreams. One incident in particular had been very embarrassing; she had screamed aloud in her
Composition class, in front of her professor during a lecture.
However, she had eventually gotten over it, but unsure as to whether or not her professor had, Kagome
had gotten the woman a bright, lush bouquet of flowers, anonymously, of course. The occasional smile,
though odd and sometimes uncomfortable, and Kagome knew that her professor had figured it out already.
‘I’ve got to stop acting like such an oddball . . .’ she mused as her feet eventually lead her to her family
shrine. Higurashi Shrine stood both in an attestment to its spiritual standing and its ancient legends. The
legend of the hanyou who was pinned to the tree for fifty years . . . ‘Wait, fifty? No, that’s not right, it was
supposed to be forever. I must be getting my facts wrong.’ she easily dismissed her miscalculation.
The steps directed her upwards, toward the darkening skies, toward the welcoming edifice of the home she
had known since she was a child, up until two years ago, of course. The lights were on, and even though
Kagome knew she was welcome at any time, she couldn’t help but feel distanced by the familiar aura
encircling the house. ‘I haven’t been here in two years.’ Kagome turned left, her eyes settling on the
unsound building known to her family as the Bone Eater’s Well, the place, up until ancient times, had been
a place where one could toss in something, and it would be gone by the next morning.
Kagome pushed open the sliding door and stepped into the darkness of the place that seemed a bit too
familiar. A creeping shiver ran up her spine and she ventured further, walking deeper into the blackish
darkness. A pine smell, a woodsy current of air passed over her, and Kagome sighed contentedly. ‘What
was that?’ she asked herself. Kagome blinked and shook her head. Something called to her, a presence
that warmed her and scared her out of her mind. “Come on, wench, we ain’t got all day!”
Kagome whipped around, her eyes focusing on her brother’s glaring face, his shoulders squared, holding a
wooden baseball bat ready to strike. “You shouldn’t be in here. The hell do you think you’re doing? You
don’t belong in here!” he yelled into the darkness.
“Souta? I-it’s just me, Kagome . . .” she whispered and his shoulders relaxed.
“Kagome? Sis?” he called doubtfully.
Kagome nodded, not certain as to why, seeing as he couldn’t see her and smiled. “Yeah, I just came by to
see how you all were.”
“Fine,” he said, the twinge of anger still there. “Why?”
“Are you still angry with me?” she asked, following the long silence.
“How could you just forget like that?” he said, his voice raising a little, his shoulders quivering, his anger
palpable. “You’ve always had everything: Mama . . . Dad . . . him . . . and then after having it all, you just
forgot all about him. What’d I get? I didn’t even get to know him—either of them!” he growled.
Kagome closed her eyes against his accusations. “What do you mean? Souta . . . ?” she said in a
questioning voice. He was gone when she opened her eyes.
“. . . I hate you . . .”
“. . . Souta . . .”

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December 24, 1557 ~ Feudal Era, Japan . . .
The depth in his eyes gave him bearing and he sniffed cautiously, the air taking on an entirely different
smell altogether. His musings rudely interrupted by the familiar scent of the young fourteen year-old
kitsune, the hanyou growled low in his throat. He as getting closer, the young kit known as Shippou, his
alias amongst the nearby villages had turned him into kitsuage, the self-named “Shadow Fox”. ‘Baka
kitsune, saving people.’
“You sure as heck won’t fight anymore, will you?” Shippou had once said. Though the sadness in the boy’s
tone had been misrepresented, the contempt in his voice, it had been real, but, how could he fight?
InuYasha’s motivation for protecting others had been viciously ripped from him. After having defeated
Naraku, Kagome had simply . . . disappeared, and despite their best efforts to locate the girl, InuYasha had
known in his heart that she was gone. She didn’t belong in his world, brought here only to right a wrong,
purify the Shikon no Tama, and go back to her own life; her own world. Still, it hadn’t helped to have lost
the miko. Her steadying aura gone, the group eventually separated, and even Sango and Miroku’s
engagement had gone awry.
The wedding of the monk and the slayer hadn’t gone as planned, leaving the two of them alone and bitter,
especially Sango. It seemed that the only reason she was able to put up with the monk’s insistent flirting
was because she had Kagome as a buffer. With the girl from the future gone, the pandemonium that had
always been waiting beneath the surface of their calm and peaceful facades had finally become too much
for any of them to bear. But InuYasha felt as if he himself had suffered the greatest loss. He had lost the
first person who had called him a friend. Even Kikyou hadn’t ever called him that, and while she had been
very willing to be with him as a human, the friendship, the companionship was never really there.
It seemed like everything was destined to unravel before his eyes, with the exception of his contentment . .
. sort of. If he were truly honest with himself, he would be sure that he wasn’t content. The absence of
Kagome’s comforting scent unnerved him, now prone to fighting more often than he had been during those
passing four years of jewel shard hunting and Naraku tracking. But after Kagome had just vanished, his
carnal urges and savage tendencies returned almost in an instant. InuYasha soon found himself standing
over the dead body of an already weakened youkai, blood dripping from his claws.
A year ago, that’s when the pain of the loss of Kagome had really set in . . . ‘Was it really that long ago . . .
?’
InuYasha narrowed his eyes, Tetsusaiga clutched firm in his hands, glowing faintly, the light from the
strengthened blade growing steadily dimmer in the darkness of the old forest of Zoshi. As soon as it had
transformed into the strong, gleaming fang of the Inu no Taisho, it vibrated violently, instantly re-morphing
back into its rusty form. InuYasha blindly swung the sword in an effort to transform the accursed blade. The
jaguar youkai advanced slowly, stalking, its luminous yellow eyes glowing fiercely in the light of the moon.
InuYasha stepped back, kindling a feral, piercing growl from the jaguar. He growled as well, tossing the
blade away with a resounding snort. The damned thing wouldn’t transform for him anymore, so to him, it
was useless. ‘I used to call Kagome “useless” . . .’ he thought with a growl as he rushed forward, catching
the jaguar youkai off guard and ripping through him with a sickening crunch and slight piercing shrill as his
razor-sharp claws rent flesh and bone.
‘I used to call Kagome useless, didn’t I? Thinking back, he couldn’t really remember why that was.
“Hey, stupid!” Shippou shouted up arrogantly. With InuYasha in his tree, he knew not to simply leap up
there, old painful lessons had taught him that. A lone pack of snowfall drifted silently to the ground, the
impact only registering as a soft pad. The snow covered the ground in varying tones of white, covering the
tree of ages, Goshinboku in its ethereal embrace of frost. Languid, heavy, even eating had been difficult,
InuYasha constantly remembered. An ache he had been unable to name or understand continued to
assault him, both mind, body, soul.
InuYasha, pulled uncouthly from his meditations, spared Shippou a narrow-eyed glare. Over the years, the
kit had grown a bit too confident, that trait very often shifting subtly to arrogance in an instant. His brash
comments had become daily, though his childish innocence had remained. His naivete was still evident, as
was his love for pochy, which he only had one special box of left. “InuYasha, Kagome’s back!” Shippou
ventured. InuYasha didn’t move. ‘I should have known. He won’t come down for anything, not even food.’
Shippou breathed a heavy sigh and turned on his heel, meeting the flaming golden eyes of the irate
hanyou.
“Where the fuck were you about to scamper off to?” he asked tightly, his eyes glowing with a severe illume.
Shippou took a step back and laughed nervously. “N-nowhere . . . I was just . . .” he trailed off. ‘Forget it,
InuYasha won’t care either way.’
InuYasha growled low in his throat, threateningly. “Don’t mess with me, runt. Kagome ain’t here to save
you anymore . . .”
The feral look in his eyes gave way to a far more pernicious expressive notion, and Shippou’s eyes
widened. “I don’t need Kagome to save me,” he argued and his eyes glowed a brighter tint of jade green.
“I’m strong enough to protect myself!” he yelled before shoving InuYasha back and running off into the
forest.
InuYasha didn’t need to see Shippou’s tears to know that they were there. “Keh.”

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“Baka, you cannot even brandish a blade properly.” Sesshoumaru said plainly, his eyes raking almost
calculatingly over InuYasha’s form. “You have not yet rid yourself of the miko’s scent.” he said, as if that bit
of information would make his brother forget his inability to concentrate.
InuYasha lost his footing and fell off the wooden log, his rear end making hard contact with the earth.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his brow furrowed in a scowl. “I hate this. When did you say we’d be done,
dammit!?”
Sesshoumaru regarded his younger brother with a narrow-eyed stare. “As long as you are hanyou, your
training will never be done.” he said, it almost sounding like a vicious growl.
The hanyou sighed, pushing himself up on his elbows. Having to train just because of an impending attack
on the island wasn’t exactly InuYasha’s idea of a way to prove himself to him. Not him as in the bastard
who had taunted InuYasha in his earlier days, but someone else . . . He found it odd that Sesshoumaru
had so readily accepted his information about the Chinese attack, but didn’t dwell on it too much. InuYasha
shifted his gaze up toward the faraway library tower of Meiyo castle, the castle left under Sesshoumaru’s
care until InuYasha had come of age and had taken a mate. ‘Keh, I don’t see that happening any time
soon.’ he mused with a snort. But having to see his father again . . . it was both a relief and a frightening
experience at the same time.
Harder for Sesshoumaru, the bastard had been hard-pressed, obviously, not to even allow his father to
know his younger son had even survived his ordeals. Sesshoumaru had succeeded in bringing with him
Kagura and his father from the gates of the dead in the realm of fire far south of the Musashi plains.
Although his reasons for returning their father to the living had been questionable, Kagura seemed to
understand, and no one spoke of it any more. But the brooding former Inu no Taisho resigned himself to
his room, sporting various looks of longing and despondence, which was one of the reasons he was
currently holed up in the library tower of infinite dreams castle, Meiyo.
InuYasha growled and sent a fulminating glower toward his brother, who had taken to idly catching and
flicking the dirt from beneath his claws, occasionally directing a expectant glance toward him. “Bastard.”
InuYasha muttered under his breath.
“China is going to attack soon. Probably to prove their power. I heard that Japan lost the first fight, but had
been able to push back China’s forces in the end.” InuYasha found himself recalling sudden conversations
with Kagome, her soft voice uttering various things that he tried to understand, if only for her benefit. He
hadn’t done that a lot in the past, and now that he didn’t have the chance . . . It hurt to think about. But
what pained him even more, was that today was the day when he first met Kagome. The day everything
changed for him.
The three spectators sitting at the base of the tree-line not too far from the sparring grounds both lifted a
significant brow when InuYasha rolled to the side and avoided a quick swipe from the exercise katana
Sesshoumaru so gracefully held in his left arm. The same arm that he had lost to InuYasha, and had so
graciously accepted from his father, who had encountered the Souunga and the arm during one of his
unearthly travels to the netherworld.
Kagura rolled her red eyes as she sat in the groove of a tree that was separated from the rest, pushing a
lock of back hair out of her face, something that she no longer minded. Sesshoumaru seemed to like her
hair down, and for that matter, she did as well. “Do you think they’ll kill each other?”
Callisto fumbled with her hair ribbon and sighed as she sat cross-legged on the soft snow-covered grass. “I
hope not,” she said with a woeful smile. “But if they do . . . I guess there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Callisto smiled brighter and shrugged.
In that way, she reminded Kagura of that girl, the one that used to travel with InuYasha. “True. But Asakura
will stop them before that happens, right?” she directed her question toward the white-haired youkai
standing relaxed beside Callisto.
His shamrock-golden eyes twinkling delightfully, Asakura grinned unrepentantly, the silver youkai marking
across his cheeks lifting slightly. “No way. They would surely murder me given the opportunity; if I were to
interrupt their training session.”
Kagura snorted softly and returned to her perusal of Sesshoumaru’s body moving fluidly, avoiding every
one of InuYasha’s slashes. Although, she sometimes found herself stealing glances at Asakura, seeing as
he had more activity, and had a much more muscular stomach and chest than Sesshoumaru. But her
mate’s graceful youki and his intense eyes gave her what she needed, along with certain other assets he
so suitably hid from her.
Asakura glanced down at Callisto, her frustration palpable in the warm afternoon air. He knelt down and
tugged lightly on her hair, pulling their faces closer, her black and ash-brown hair framing their shade. He
proceeded to wrap her hair with the violet ribbon into a perfect bow. “There you have it. No more
discomfited sighs, agreed?” Callisto nodded, her hazel eyes locking with his as she did so. “Good.” he said
and stood, lifting his hands and his shirt to rest them on his hips and avoiding his two swords.
She stared with a faint blush at her protector. Callisto Ariel Darkholme hadn’t known anything of her past
except that she was born on the continent to two very different parents. But when she met Asakura,
everything that she didn’t know about herself seemed to disappear, it didn’t matter anymore, so long as he
was with her. ‘You like him, don’t you?’ her voice prodded.
Callisto smiled and shook her head. ‘Pfft! That’s ridiculous. I’ve only known him for a year.’
‘And? Kagura-san only knew Sesshoumaru-sama a few months before she asked him to help her.’
‘And the Tai-Youkai rightly refused, as I recall her saying.’
‘But look at how they ended up. Mated for life, and bot obviously enjoying every minute of it.’
‘I kind of feel sorry for InuYasha, though.’
‘Because he’s hanyou, like you?’
‘No,’ she mused lightly. ‘It goes deeper than that. He lost both the women he’d ever loved. He has no way
of getting them back.’
‘A shame, that is. But I’m guessing there’s someone out there for him.’
‘Yeah . . . I really hope so.’
‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten! I know you were peeking on Asakura-sama when he was bathing in the hot
spring the other night!’
Callisto blushed.
InuYasha jumped back to avoid the virgule from the practice sword and blocked another sweep of the
blade. “Dammit, you bastard!” he yelled, glaring angrily at the smug Tai-Youkai, his shoulder throbbing
painfully and his hot blood trickling down his chest.
Sesshoumaru backed away and allowed InuYasha to roll his shoulder. “You had better not complain when
a youkai from the continent kills you.”
“Keh,” InuYasha snorted confidently. “You couldn’t even kill me! What makes you think some youkai
could?”
“You are simply ignorant. I will rid you of that affliction!”

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Yuka pinned her with a no nonsense glare and puffed out her lips. “Don’t you dare!” she warned.
The date, Kagome had nearly forgotten. She bit her lip in an effort to stave off her nervousness. “I can’t go
. . .” she said softly.
Having had expressed his love for Yuka, Hojou had been adamant about finding his friend a date for that
night, and Yuka had saw it as the perfect opportunity to get Kagome out of her depression. She would be
darned if her friend was going to renege on their agreement. “You’re going, Kagome, you can’t talk your
way out of this one!”

Kagome groaned. “Look, Yuka . . . I feel like today is really important, but . . . I don’t know why . . .”
The pleading look in her friend’s dark brown eyes made her sigh. “Fine . . . but look, you owe me. You’d
better find me someone to go out with Kouketsu-chan.”
Kagome smiled at Yuka before embracing the girl with a deep hug. “Thank you. You have no idea what
this means to me . . .” she said, her voice full of an unusually cheerful tone. ‘Now if I could only figure out
what this means to me . . .’

A/N:

Kouketsu:
Venerable, holy-man. His role will be explained in more detail much later.

Disclaimer:

I do not claim any rights to InuYasha or any of the characters that I know Rumiko Takahashi has created.
Though I do appreciate her genius for giving birth to a great cast of opinionated characters to do with as I
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