I don't own Inuyasha or any other characters so far.

People always change. It's a matter of life, and I'm no exception. One simple action can change my whole entire life. Jumping through a time traveling well, shattering an unquestionably wanted jewel, falling in love with a guy who just happens to have puppy ears, it's not something you would normally find in an average teenage life. Then again no one said I was an average teenager. All these life changing events tend to also change a person, my once cheery carefree self is replaced with a replica of Sesshomaru except for the fact that he happens to be wearing elegant white silk and my attire consists of black Capri's, grey tank top, and a black sweater. Black and Grey. My new favorite colors, it practically describes my world. How I once used to see everything in different colors and different shades, now its only grey and black, nothing else. Grey. Black. What could have caused this drastic change? One word: Inuyasha. That's it; that can explain everything. That's the reason that my life, that just couldn't get any crazier, turned upside down. I'm now soaked to the bone, alone in the feudal era with no where to go; the only way to the refuge I call home, destroyed.

All of this is because I decided to help. I suggested that we ask Kouga if he could join our pack. His extra wolves can help in the final battle when the time comes. He could help us get our revenge against Naraku. No biggie, he could've just said yes or no and stated the reason behind his answer. But no, he took it the wrong way, he thought that I wanted to get together with Kouga and leave him, he thought that he wasn't strong enough to avenge his beloved Kikyo. I had too many problems with his answer, one: I could go with anyone I want it's not like I'm cheating on him. He's completely ignorant to the fact that I'm fully aware that he runs off to rut wit the clay pot every night. Two: It's a fact; he isn't strong enough to fight off Naraku. I could care less if this was about the clay pot, but I know for sure that he can't take on Naraku.

He was fuming all day. Only cussing and glaring at me and the rest of the pack. I don't know what they did to get this treatment, but Inuyasha will always be Inuyasha. Anyways, the next day we were near the village which also meant I get a chance to go home and I wasn't going to miss it especially since I haven't seen them for 3 months thanks to Inuyasha. I decided, to ask Inuyasha in a very sweet tone to go home; I didn't want to push him any further since he was already beyond pissed for no apparent reason but I didn't get the answer I wanted "ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME!?!" and a string of curses weren't what I wanted to hear. That night Kikyo's soul collectors showed up and Inuyasha followed them like a sick puppy. I took this as a chance and headed straight for the well. I got to see mom, gramps, and a rapidly growing Souta. I had dinner with them and hurried back before Inuyasha did. Too late. Inuyasha was standing there, arms crossed, completely outraged. Uh oh. Caught! His eyes were turning red and purple jagged marks were appearing on his face. I stood there, not scared, but just as pissed as he was. Transforming, because I didn't listen to him and went to visit my family?? Oh no, I certainly don't think so, who does he think he is? I'm not his possession and he most definitely can't control me like one. I straight out told him exactly what's on my mind and he snapped. He slammed me into a tree and decided to finish off the well with his windscar. Overreacting doesn't even cover his actions—unnecessary does.

Since then I've been sitting here—alone. Void of all emotion, and words. I wouldn't cry over Inuyasha or his actions ever again, never. I hated him, with every fiber of my being. There is never a person that I might hate more than Inuyasha, even Naraku; they're in the same rank in my opinion. Both despicable, selfish, careless hanyos.

I've been sitting here for a day now, dazing at the remains of the well. I haven't felt one ounce of hunger, or sleep. After about 23 hours of thinking, I've decided I'm still going to travel with the group but I'm going to cut Inuyasha out of my life. He's not alive to me anymore, dead with his clay bitch, somewhere in hell, "enjoying" the rest of their miserable afterlife—at least that's what he deserves. It was only 3 years ago when I fell down the used to be Bone Eaters Well. It was only 3 years ago that I thought that I was in love with the half breed. I wasn't love, and I knew it from the moment it didn't bother me when he ran off to see the corpse. I've noticed when I started to keep to myself, and when I very slowly and slightly started getting colder. I knew the reasons why; I knew it when I very rarely got to see my family; I knew it when he would rant over simple mistakes anyone makes; I knew it when he would see Kikyo and no one would feel anything but pity that he actually had to rut with practically dirt, and that smell that would bother me when I am only human could only be a million times worse for him. Either way I deserve a time for myself, away from Inuyasha and all the pressure. Chasing after demons for 3 years in a row can only get so irritating after a few years..err…the first year.

Two days have passed. It finally stopped raining on the outside and the inside. I feel much better now in silence. Watching the sunrise and sunset everyday, listening to the sounds of nature, something I don't normally get to do. I wake up everyday to Inuyasha ranting that we're to slow or lazy, and that we should get moving; Shippo's crying because Inuyasha hurt him; Miroku getting slapped from Sango because of his perverted ways…nothing really peaceful. This is what a person like me needs: some time to think. Hmm…two days without taking a bath, no more showers at home, I feel dirty. She started getting up, and it was painful. Every single muscle in her body was stiff, I didn't even notice that I hadn't moved…at all. One by one she took small steps, like a baby that was just learning to walk, after a while her body got used to actually moving. She kept going till she reached the hot spring that she and the pack passed by on their way here. She had three more outfits in her bag: a pair of black pajamas with thunder clouds and lightening on it; a pair of grey skinny jeans long sleeve black shirt and a sweater; and a matching outfit that consists of a miniskirt and short sleeved shirt. She stripped out of all of her clothes and leaned against a large boulder in the hot springs. "Ahhh", she sighed, this is exactly what I needed, the only thing that can complete the greatness of my terribly depressing mood is food. Actual food, not instant noodles, I mean fresh cooked meat and fish. Hunting? I guess, anything to fulfill my cravings.

My first time ever hunting was a success! I was able to catch 5 fish at once. They—for some strange reason—are attracted to my spiritual powers. You can't blame them it's warm and inviting unlike the freezing river. As for the meat, I went for something simple. I caught a wandering deer, shot an arrow at it without releasing any spiritual powers. It looks like I have more than enough for the whole pack. Might as well go to them, I'll have to face them eventually. They are still at Kaede's. I feel bad for Shippo and Sango. I had them worried sick, not eating, sleeping, or communicating, some of which are needed to survive. Surprisingly, I did and strangely not one demon attacked. Oh well, my stomach needs attention, I could worry about that later.

Kagome headed for the village. It was just about noon and everyone was occupied with their jobs and chores. She hid behind a tree and watched what they were doing. Sango was tending to her hiraikotsu in her demon slayer attire. Miroku was meditating except for the occasional glances at Sango's behind. Shippo didn't look so well. He was sitting next to Sango, staring at the floor with swollen, red eyes. Clearly he has been crying, when another tear makes its way down his face. He's been crying the whole time, she thought. She couldn't bare watching Shippo cry. Inuyasha wasn't here to sense her, of course, and Shippo was too pained to regard his surroundings clearly, so no one knew she was there. Kagome stepped in. The rustling of leaves made by her steps had everyone stop what they were doing and turn to her.

Sooo, what do you think? My first fan fic. Feel free to leave any flames...comments...compliments.