Yes! A new version of my first fan-fiction "Defying Sutton's Law!" It's back! It's back! I know! The story is rewritten and newly updated! The first version was a bit too rushed; I think I'll take my time writing this one the second time around!

Think you know everything about the story because you've read it the first time? Yes, the story line would be similar but it's going to be better and (less rushed cough cough.)

This story is inspired by my favourite television series, "A Gifted Man." It's a spectacular show!

I'd like to thank (in no particular order because they are all equally amazing) SexyxAngelx09, TiffyTaffy0409, Warm-Amber92, sherry15, iL0vemanga, jinulover, TheRealInuyasha, xXxAddicted2ChocolatexXx, rite4fun, ninjapuppies, and IlonaBliss for their continuous support in the first version of "Defying Sutton's Law"!

I think I'm going to have an eponymous law theme... I'm "nerding" it out as usual...

Here's the first law: Muphry's Law :) Yes, there will be grammatical and syntax errors through the story, just keep Muphry's Law in mind!

Enjoy!

Prologue: In Three Years

"Hey, how have you been?"

He paused before finding a spot to stand on the damp grassy field. It had been drizzling the whole morning; the cuffs of his khaki pants were drenched in rainwater and mud and his black leather shoes were covered in bits of freshly cut grass.

He had been out here for a while now, walking between the rows and trekking through the flat plains.

He tightened his grip on the wooden handle of the black golf umbrella when he felt a cool and strong spring breeze invading the space around him. He clutched the simple bouquet of white orchids in his hands and let out a long sigh.

It was about time he paid her a visit. He had been meaning to visit her for a while now but he never seemed to have mustered enough strength or courage to see her. Perhaps now was a good time; he was at a crossroad in his life.

"I've been thinking..." he hesitated once more before continuing. "About us and what I did and what I didn't do."

InuYasha stared into the distance trying to formulate his thoughts coherently. He tried to focus but everything seemed so hazy with the rain dripping down. Perhaps it was a mistake; he shouldn't have come to visit her. It had been so long - why all of the sudden now? Why not when he had found out about the accident or after her service? Why did he suddenly have the urge to see her now? Of all of the chances and he had had, why was he standing before her at this very moment?

Did he need her guidance? Did he need her to help clear his conscious?

He was being foolish. How could she give him guidance? She was gone.

Maybe it was because when she was still around, he didn't feel the need to visit her resting place because he could still feel her presence. It was different now, she was gone... forever.

He contemplated for a while and surveyed the patch of damp sod under his feet; InuYasha crouched down and felt the damp grass under his palms. He cringed at the cool sensation of the rainwater but decided that he would take a seat there beside her.

"You know... I sort of miss you," he began. "I miss all of your nagging, prompting, and teasing."

InuYasha let out a small grin on his face; his golden orbs softened.

"These were your favorites," he smiled and placed the bunch of white orchids in front of the stone. "I didn't forget."

She would have been so happy to see the fresh cut flowers; she used to complain about his insensitivity and about how he never seemed to care about the trivial things she liked. Well, she was wrong - he did remember very lucidly what her favorite flowers were along with many of her likes and dislikes. He knew them, he has always had.

The gentle breeze picked up a strand of his long silvery lock; he pulled the collar of his black trench coat closer together and tucked his chin between his knees. He hasn't been this close to her for years; he laughed. Oh how the situation was somewhat so ironic.

InuYasha extended his hands to touch the smooth surface of the gray gravestone. He shivered as his hands made contact with the cold and hard stone. He traced his fingers down the K of her name that was carved so intricately into the stone.

"You were right all this time - you knew me so well," his voice was gentle and soft. "I've been running away because I was afraid. But this time... this time I'm not going anywhere."

He stared at the photo of her on the stone - she was so lovely… so beautiful. He traced his hand down and touched the other carvings on the stone - 1974... 2011... A dedicated doctor and...

InuYasha shook his head; she was so stubborn - she never took his last name.

Time didn't seem to matter anymore; he was used to the slow passing of time. It seemed that all he had done lately was to wait, he was waiting for that moment to finally come. He closed his eyes leaned back for a moment and tossed his umbrella aside, feeling the gentle rain trickling down his visage and soaking into his coat.

It was so serene; he hadn't felt so peaceful in a while now. In fact, he wondered if he had ever felt this peaceful before.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was raining more heavily now. Maybe he should leave. InuYasha held the umbrella above his head once again.

'If I leave now, when will be the next time I return?'

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

He felt his pocket vibrate; hastily, he dug into the left pocket and took out his phone.

InuYasha gazed at the screen, Rin Takahashi.

"Rin," he greeted his sister-in-law casually.

There was a sense of urgency in her trembling voice, "InuYasha, you need to be here... there has been a... complication. She's left you with her medical consent, you need to make the decision for her."

I flock to fan-fictions like ants to honey... final projects and final exams can't stop me from writing!