InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Another Grey Day ❯ Another Grey Day ( Chapter 1 )

Another Grey Day

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One-shot songfic based on Maaya Sakamoto's "Another Grey Day in the Big Blue World"

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(to listen to the beginning of the song-sorry I can't find you the whole thing-click the "another grey day in the big blue world" link on this site. http:// www. Maayasakamoto.net /cds / easylistening. html - take out spaces)

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Kagome opened her eyes. The soft morning light drifted through the sheer white curtains and bathed her room in a gentle illumination. She almost smiled at the peacefulness of the morning… and then she remembered.

Her faint smile slowly disappeared.

::And now she wakes to another grey day in the big blue world::

Her eyes wandered to the digital clock on her nightstand proclaiming the time for all the world to see. 6:05 a.m. She'd slept for exactly two and a half hours.

She closed her eyes again, willing it all to go away, but to no avail. She was already awake-she may as well get up.

::And her room's a tiny cage for a golden bird::

The cozy white room had never seemed small before this. It had felt like a palace when she'd first moved in. The bed, dresser, nightstand, rocking chair-it even had a window. But then, at that time she'd been happy. Happiness always had a way of deluding things, of making the bad seem good. The miserable seem elated.

It had been four months since the last time she was really happy.

Before that.

::Oh where did love go?::

Before he left.

She squeezed her eyes shut, quelling the tears that threatened to escape. She would not cry. She'd cried too much already-despite all those lies people fed her about "letting it out" and that "a good cry would make things better again" she knew the truth.

Tears didn't help. They exhausted a person and made them sleep; but after one woke from the sweet oblivion, the pain would return. Tears were like a drug: problems were all solved with the high… and then they came back with the even more intense low.

::And now the baby that looks like him starts to cry again::

Kagome resignedly moved towards the doorway, making her feet move. It was the daily routine: wake from another sleepless night, push the tears away, go to the crying baby. The daughter that he hadn't stuck around to see.

She pushed her rumpled bangs out of her eyes and shuffled into her daughter's room. That same sunlight cast that peaceful glow onto Sora's crib. Her little daughter-their little daughter-broke into a smile the minute she spotted her mother.

"Ah," she cooed, reaching her arms up-the classic "hold me" motion.

Kagome scooped Sora up into her arms, pressing her four-month old daughter to her breast. She cradled Sora's head into the crook of her neck, and rested like that for a minute. Puzzled, Sora pulled away and reached a tiny hand up to Kagome's wet eyes. "Ah?"

"It's okay, Sora," Kagome assured her daughter. "It's okay. Mama's just a little sad right now."

"Ah?" Sora tilted her head to the side to study her mother's face. Kagome's heart clenched. Sora had his eyes-those beautiful grey eyes. Paired with those silky black locks-both his and hers-she never failed to remind Kagome of Sora's missing father.

It was a cruel irony. The one thing that still managed to bring her joy in this life reminded her so much of the cause of all her pain.

::And again, and again, eternally over again-do rivers ever end?::

He'd disappeared exactly four months ago, this day. Four months. No note, no explanation, no nothing. Kagome had woken to find him gone. Just like that.

Suspiciously, his secretary had disappeared exactly the same day.

"Oh, Inuyasha," she whimpered, sinking to the floor and pulling Sora even closer. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't. Inuyasha wouldn't do that to her. He loved her. After he finally worked up the courage to say it that first time, he constantly told her those three words.

She didn't know how long she sat there with Sora, cradling her baby the way Inuyasha used to cradle her. Kikyo. That was the secretary's name. She'd met her once at the annual Christmas brunch; she and Inuyasha had laughed over their similar appearances.

Did he prefer Kikyo's looks over hers?

"No, Kagome!" she whispered fiercely, shaking her head. "Don't think like that. Inuyasha gave you no reason to ever doubt him. Don't you start the 'what ifs' now…"

The tears were flowing more steadily now. Her Mama had told her to move on. "No man is worth your tears, Kagome," she said. "I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for all of this."

"But Mama," Kagome had cried, "everyone will talk. They're already talking! I've heard them. They say that something must be wrong with me, that I wasn't a good wife, that Kikyo had more to offer-"

"Let them talk," her mother had interrupted. "Only ignorant fools spread that kind of gossip. You know just as well as I what that son-in-law of mine would say to that. 'Feh, don't tell me you actually believe that bullshit, bitch.'"

Kagome started laughing through her tears, and her mother joined in, until they were both sobbing and laughing together.

::Count a thousand drops of rain, washed down the drain-is life the same, in a way?::

She finally lifted her head, to find that Sora was asleep in her arms. Kagome's rhythm of weeping and rocking had lulled her daughter to sleep. She carefully laid Sora back in her crib. May as well let her sleep.

She walked to the kitchen, her blue satin bathrobe trailing behind her like a queen's royal robe. "For my princess," Inuyasha had said, presenting her the gift on a completely random day. "Because you are the one light in my life."

She gave a small laugh as she pulled the cereal out of the cabinet in the kitchen. Why did she torture herself this way? She'd considered moving to an apartment, staying with her mom for a few months… but then, she still held that hope that Inuyasha might come back. What would he think if he returned and she wasn't there? No, she wouldn't leave. She would endure the pain. For him. For hope.

The WheatChex clattered to the bottom of the bowl. She'd started eating healthier during her pregnancy with Sora and never left the habit once she gave birth. She poured the milk, picked up her spoon, and stared at the bowl. A cloud passed over the sun, and that magical morning light disappeared.

She set her spoon down. She wasn't hungry.

::Catch the bus that never comes, Clouds block the sun-is life the same, in a way?::

The phone rang. She glared at it, annoyed. How dare it disrupt her pity-party?

She chuckled a bit at herself. You know you've reached the bottom when you start laughing at your own jokes. She picked up the phone and brought it to her ear. "Moshi moshi?"

"Kagome? I didn't expect you to be awake. Tell me I didn't wake the baby."

"Hi, Sango. You didn't wake the baby."

"Well, that's good. Hey, I know it's early, but do you want to go for a walk? I need to get out of the house. Miroku pulled another one of his all-nighters and is currently running on coffee fumes. He's yelling at a lamp right now. The kids are crying. Want to go?"

"Another deadline?" Miroku was a journalist for one of Tokyo's most prestigious papers.

"Yeah, something like that. I try not to bother him when he's in his 'moods.'"

Kagome smiled. "Let me get Sora ready."

"Oh, just drop her off at our house. Miroku won't notice another crying kid."

"Sango! That's awful!"

"Well, he deserves it. He shouldn't put these deadlines off for so long." Her voice was angry, but Kagome could sense the love in her words. Her heart ached. She wished Inuyasha was here to yell at her, call her a bitch, anything but be gone!

"It's okay. I'll take her along. Naptime will just be earlier today."

Sango giggled. "Naptime in our house is whenever I need a break."

"I don't doubt it." Sango and Miroku had four kids, the youngest two being twins. Kagome didn't know how they did it.

"See ya in a few?"

"Yeah." Kagome hung up the phone and looked down at her pajamas. She didn't want to go for a walk, but Sango needed to get away. She went into the bedroom, changed into clothes, and then went to wake up Sora.

::What will tomorrow bring? Will birds sing?::

Sango was waiting for her at the end of her driveway. "Morning, Kagome-chan!" she greeted her happily. "Thanks for coming. I really needed to get out of the house. That's an adorable carrier you have! Where did you get it?"

Sango was referring to the little holder Kagome had for Sora; it was a baby carrier that Kagome slung over her shoulder like a bag, only this bag could hold a baby. "Um, from a catalogue, I think," she said. She looked up towards the clouds. "Pretty day, hm?"

Sango smiled. "You always were obsessed with the sky, you know."

"Huh? I am not."

"Yes, you are. Your wallpaper as a kid was blue with puffy white clouds. You had a countless amount of pajamas with that same design, as well as notebooks, binders, pencils, clothes, coffee mugs, slippers-"

"Okay, okay, point taken."

"You even named your daughter Sky! If that's not proof right there…"

Kagome looked down at her little girl, who was bouncing happily. "That's not why I named her Sora though."

"Oh?" Sango cocked her head. "I don't believe I've heard this story."

"Inuyasha and I used to wander down to the lake during college and stare up at the clouds. You know that old game of spotting cloud pictures?" She smiled. "One day it rained on the afternoon we'd planned to go watching. I assumed the date was off, but Inuyasha only snorted and dragged me out of my dorm, without a raincoat. We laid there on the grass, staring up at the sky, getting soaked to the bone." Her voice softened. "That's where we first kissed."

"So that's why you named your daughter Sora?"

"Sort of." Kagome gave her friend a little half-smile. "That and it sounded a lot better than 'Rain' or 'Cloud.'"

Sango laughed. "So how have you been doing lately? We haven't talked in a while."

Kagome shrugged. "The same."

"Still keeping in touch with your old friend from high school? What was his name again-Hojo?"

Kagome gave Sango a Look. "That was subtle."

Sango blushed. "Sorry, Kagome…I'm just worried about you. It's been four months already-when are you going to move on?"

"When I receive his certificate of death in the mail," snapped Kagome. She smoothed down Sora's curls. Even her best friend was nagging at her.

"I'm sorry," Sango said, touching Kagome's arm. "Did I just make things worse?"

Kagome sighed, a deep heartfelt sigh. "I don't understand why everyone keeps telling me to move on; I love Inuyasha. Isn't it my duty as a wife to be faithful to him? How would he feel if he returns and finds me remarried? I can't do that to him."

"What if he doesn't come back?" Sango asked quietly.

"He will come back," said Kagome through clenched teeth. "He will."

::And now the flowers in the window box seem to bow their heads::

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Why are you doing this, Sango?" Kagome cried. "He will come back-he wouldn't leave me like this!"

"How can you be sure? Didn't he leave you once in college?"

"Temporary insanity, he claimed. He came back."

"How many times will he leave and come back, and how many times will you forgive him?" Sango asked, frustration creeping through her voice. "I never really liked him."

"You never really knew him."

Sango gave her a hard, searching look. "How much sleep have you been getting, Kagome? Honestly."

"Not much," she said vaguely.

"Like how 'not much'? Six hours? Seven? Five?"

"More like two or three."

Sango sighed. "Kagome, I'm worried about you."

"Yeah, well, who isn't?"

Sango frowned. "There's no need to be rude." She and Kagome had been friends for what seemed like forever; neither of them felt any desire to be anything less than honest with each other.

"Sorry," Kagome mumbled, put in her place. "Look, I better get back home. Sora needs her nap, I have bills to pay, and I really need to call the insurance agent about that fender bender I was in yesterday. Call me later, okay?"

"Of course." Sango wisely said nothing about Kagome's feeble excuses for escape, although her face showed her displeasure. "I better head back before Miroku goes completely insane, anyhow. Ja ne!"

"Bye."

She returned home and put Sora in her crib; her daughter had fallen asleep on the walk home. Naptime would be short today. She headed into the kitchen, picked up the pile of bills sitting next to the sink, and sat down at the table, ready to work.

She filled out one form before her gaze wandered to the window and her thoughts back in time.

Their first meeting… the eight o'clockBiology 101 class. He was her dissection partner-the topic: frogs. For reasons unknown to mankind, Kagome had always been terrified of frogs. She read the directions, filled out all the information, and answered all the questions, but let Inuyasha do the cutting. With his impatient personality, he became annoyed that his pretty lab partner was sitting back and doing nothing. So the moment she wasn't looking, he tossed the enormous dead bullfrog into her lap. Kagome screamed and swated the amphibian, falling off her lab stool as Inuyasha watched the whole scene with wide eyes. The professor gave Kagome extra work to do, and Inuyasha literally sizzled under the heat in her glare. Feeling somewhat apologetic for his actions, he took her out for coffee…only to find that the place had closed five minutes before. Naturally, he cussed up a storm, and Kagome took pity on him and took him to her favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, where she discovered that for all the man he was, he drank coffee with about a pint of cream and seven scoops of sugar…while Kagome drank hers black (an unending amusement for their mutual friend, Miroku).

Their matchmaking fiasco… their sophomore year in college, they did everything to try and get Miroku and Sango dating, which turned out to be one of the hardest tasks known to modern civilization. Tactics backfired, however, when Miroku and Sango secretly began to date, and then turned their matchmaking skills on Kagome and Inuyasha, who fervently claimed a strictly platonic relationship. Miroku and Sango won the contest; it had taken Inuyasha and Kagome four months to get their friends dating; it took exactly twenty-four hours of Miroku and Sango's skills before Inuyasha and Kagome were making out in the dark corners of the library.

The time Kagome volunteered them to work in the nursery of Kagome's church on Christmas Eve, and Inuyasha returned home with innumerable spit-up stains on his shirt…

The time they saw Titanic together… Kagome sobbed her heart out, Inuyasha nearly gave himself a fit laughing. ("Did we just watch the same movie?" they asked each other afterwards.)

The time Inuyasha got his appendix out and sang "Sesame Street" under narcotics; Kagome taped recorded him and show the film to Miroku and Sango. In irony worthy of Shakespeare, Kagome got hers out the next month; Inuyasha showed the video of Kagome singing "All that Jazz" with accompanying motions to her entire dorm.

The time they picnicked at midnight…

The time they drove to the beach after the State Championships and swam, him in his football uniform, she in her color guard costume…

The day Inuyasha proposed to her (when they were cloud-gazing, of course)…

Their wedding day…

The day Kagome found out she was pregnant (Inuyasha actually opened the front door and shouted the news loud enough for the whole block to hear)…

The day she had her miscarriage (the first time she'd ever seen Inuyasha cry)…

The day she found out she was pregnant with Sora (which was a surprise for them both. Inuyasha told her that he just thought she was getting fat; he earned himself a black eye for that one-never insult a moody, pregnant woman)…

They day she gave birth to Sora…

The day she woke up to find him gone…

She stared out the window, tears sliding down her cheeks, the light reflecting off of them and casting shadows across the table.

::And she sits, and stares, with eyes, sad circles of red.. Oh where did love go?::

:: Never a letter or a call, a knock upon the door; so much like life, in a way::

He could have at least written, she thought. Two words on a postcard: 'I'm okay.' A one-minute phone call assuring me that all was well. Anything but this-this unknowing! What if he was abducted? Murdered?

She laughed at herself. Inuyasha abducted? Get a hold of yourself, girl. Remember that time he held a pickpocket against the wall, with both hands as a chokehold? There's no way Inuyasha was taken.

But she was running out of options. What logical explanation was there?

Kikyo.

Kagome clenched her teeth. Kikyo, Kikyo, Kikyo. That women was always lurking the in the background, like an assassin tailing an innocent victim. Inuyasha would not commit marital infidelity-she knew it in her heart-but the situation seemed to suggest otherwise.

What if he did run off with her? It wouldn't be hard to imagine. Kikyo was everything Kagome was not, and more. Sleek, stylish, professional, intelligent, beautiful… Kagome remembered running into Kikyo at the bank one day. It was summertime and Kagome was in her third trimester with Sora. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was wearing one of those maternity shirts with leggings and sandals. She bumped into Kikyo coming into the bank-Kikyo was coming out. Inuyasha's secretary had smiled sweetly and held the door open for her, inquiring about Kagome's health. Kagome took in Kikyo's flawless make-up, designer suit, perfect figure, kind aura.... Kagome felt grumpy, rumpled, and, well, pregnant.

She wouldn't blame Inuyasha for leaving her for Kikyo-

"No!" she burst, physically shaking her head. "No, no, no, I will NOT believe it!" Damn it, she was crying again.

Soft whimpers floated from down the hallway, Kagome wearily glanced up at the clock. Had she really been sitting here for two hours? She stared down at the unfilled tax forms, their blankness laughing at her, mocking her. She pushed away and went to check on Sora.

::Watch the hands move 'round the clock; Tie time in knots; life does the same, in a way::

The rest of the day dragged by slowly. Kagome eventually did finish her tax forms (around midnight) and wandered over to bed, in no hurry whatsoever to lie down and attempt to sleep. She tried to read the book Sango had lent her, but found herself staring at the words, their meanings not registering. She set the book back on the nightstand, knowing full well that her battle against sleep she could not win.

::And now she sleeps in an empty bed through a starless night::

Kagome still slept on the same side of the bed, feeling almost as if it would be sacrilegious to sleep on Inuyasha's side. If she rolled over and smelled his pillow, the lingering scent of that masculine cologne he wore would assail her senses. In a moment of rebellion, she scooped his pillow up into her arms and switched it with her own. What the hell. It's not like he would ever know the difference. She fell asleep breathing in the scent of her missing husband.

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Kagome was running through the woods, looking for something. What was it? She couldn't quite remember. Something about water maybe? She shoved the branches aside, their leaves scratching her skin. There was that persistent nagging feeling inside her. What was up ahead?

She finally broke through the last of the branches and came into a small clearing. 'Where's the well?' she thought.

The well! That was what she was looking for. But why did she need to find a well?

She glanced downwards and was surprised to find herself dressed in her old school uniform. 'And I thought I'd never see this disgusting thing again,' she thought in amusement.

A harsh breeze suddenly whipped around her, and she looked up in surprise. Before her eyes was a giant tree. Huge. 'The God tree,' Kagome thought.

Suddenly, a boy in a red haori appeared on the tree. 'On the tree?' thought Kagome in surprise, moving closer to inspect the odd sight. Yes, the boy was on the tree-pinned to it, in fact, by an arrow. He had white hair and the most adorable little doggy ears on the top of his head. Kagome laughed aloud at the sight.

But her laughter woke the boy. He opened his eyes and glared down at her with an insolent stare. Kagome gasped. It was Inuyasha!

She looked closer. No, it wasn't. Not quite. This boy had golden eyes, and snow-white hair. And those ears. But it was Inuyasha' face, Inuyasha's smirk…Inuyasha's voice.

"What are you doing down there, Kikyo?" he asked.

"Kikyo?" Kagome repeated. "Who's she?" Why did that name sound so familiar?

"You sure look stupid sitting down there," he continued loudly. "And I would go hide if I were you. Kagome's coming."

"Kagome?" she repeated. "I'm Kagome."

"No, you're not, Kagome's my wife. I left her-I left her for you, don't you remember? Ungrateful bitch! I left her for you and you go and shoot me to this damn tree. That's gratitude for you!"

"I am Kagome!" Kagome shouted. Then the words registered and she said, "You left me?"

"I never left you, Kikyo," the boy said, his golden eyes transforming into Inuyasha's grey ones. "YOU left me. I left Kagome." Now his hair was black, like Inuyasha's. "Don't you remember? You wanted me to turn human for you…and now I am." He fell from the tree and started walking towards Kagome.

"No!" she shouted, shuddering as he came closer. "No, Inuyasha, no!" It was her husband. "You lie!"

"I do not," he said, coming closer. He reached her faster than the speed of light. He touched her face. "I love you, Princess."

"That's my name," yelled Kagome. "Don't you dare call Kikyo by that name!"

"Kikyo?" He sounded startled. "Who's Kikyo?"

"Your secretary! Your lover! You ran away with her!"

"What are you talking about, Kagome? I would never leave you…I love you… don't you know that?"

"But you did leave me…what are you talking about? Inuyasha?! Where are you going!" He started to fade away, like mist in the morning sun.

"I have to go now," he said. "Sora's calling."

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Kagome sat up straight in bed, gasping for breath. It was just a dream…just a dream… She pulled her sweaty hair off her neck and fell back onto the pillow. Ugh. That's the last time she ever used Inuyasha's pillow. She lifted her hand a bit to move it, but she let it drop back down again a moment later. She was too tired. That strange dream had drained her…

::But she dreams of snow-white doves brining branches of love; Maybe that's enough::

She laughed. She always did go for the extreme: from dreamless nights to an oddly complicated dream in a few hours. Her brow furrowed as she strained to remember the dream. Something about Inuyasha, she knew that…and Kikyo. And-a boy with white hair and doggy ears in a haori. She glanced over towards her nightstand and laughed aloud when she found the source of her dreams. Demons and Samurai: A Hojo Family Portrait. Sango had lent it to her as a not-so-subtle hint. Hojo, who had nursed a crush on her since middle school, was a rich CEO who could afford to pay someone to write a book about his impressive family lineage, starting with the samurai in the Senguko-Jidai Era. It was the book she was trying to read last night.

Well, at least that mystery is solved, she thought, closing her eyes again. But she felt strangely like it had actually been Inuyasha who gave her that message, not just a subconscious creation of her mind. "What are you talking about, Kagome? I would never leave you…I love you…don't you know that?" She squeezed her eyes shut harder, not granting the tears passage out of their ducts. No more crying. She'd seen Inuyasha for the first time in four months, in a way. She wasn't going to let some stupid tears spoil her special moment. She drifted off to sleep, dreaming about a demon boy with white hair, smirking at her.

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The next morning she woke up later than she had in weeks. Ten o'clock! Sora must be frantic by now! She leaped out of bed and dashed into Sora's room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The room was quiet. She tiptoed over to her crib and peeked over the rail. A pair of grey eyes peered back at her and a happy smile spread across the baby's face. "Ah!" she said, waving her little fist.

Kagome laughed. Sora was the only person-only thing-that could make her happy nowadays. "Hey there, sweetie, whatcha doing?"

"Ahhhh ah." She was kicking her legs now.

"Let's go change that diaper of yours, hm?" Kagome lifted her out of bed and carried her over to the changing table. No sooner had she taken off the soiled diaper when the phone rang.

Kagome groaned in frustration. Sango probably. She'd let it ring. Sango always called back exactly two minutes later, anyhow. She finished changing Sora's diaper and walked her into the kitchen, strapping her into the highchair. Rooting through the cabinets, she called over her shoulder, "Peaches or raspberry?"

"Ah!"

"Raspberry it is." She was all out of peaches anyway. She'd have to go buy some tomorrow.

The phone rang again.

"Okay, Sango." Kagome snatched the phone off the receiver. "Miroku driving you crazy again?"

"Er…excuse me?"

It wasn't Sango. "Oh…um…Gomen nasai, I thought you were someone else."

"Is this the Taisho household?"

"Hai, I'm Taisho Kagome."

"Did you call for air conditioner servicing a few days ago?"

"Yes," Kagome nearly shouted. "Please. My air conditioner won't go any lower than twenty degrees Celsius. I called yesterday, but I got the answering service…"

"One of our men is already on the way. I'm just calling to make sure today is all right."

"Today is fine. The sooner the better."

"Great then. He'll give you the estimate when he arrives."

"All right. Arigato." She hung up the phone and turned back to Sora, who was happily kicking her legs to an unknown beat. "Let's hope Sango doesn't want to do anything today, ne?"

She scooted a chair up to Sora's highchair and screwed off the lid of the baby food jar. "Open wide, sweetie."

Sora glared at her and continued to kick her legs.

Kagome giggled at her daughter's expression. It was such an Inuyasha look. She only wished he was here to see it, so she could prove her point. "I do not look cute when I glare," he retorted, glaring at her again, which sent her into another fit of giggles. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kagome jiggled the jar under Sora's nose. "You want some breakfast, don't you, Sora? Come on, yummy raspberries. Raspberries are good, aren't they?"

"Feh," Sora said.

The jar slipped out of Kagome's hand and fell to the floor with a gooey crash. Sora squealed in delight. Kagome, however, stared at her daughter in utter shock. "Sora…what did you say?"

"Feh!" the child yelled again, throwing her hands up in the air.

Is this some sort of cosmic joke? First torture me with a dream that seems more like reality, and then somehow wire my daughter's brain to think like my husband? Kagome looked down at the mess she had created and sighed. "Well, Sora, that was your last bottle of raspberry. All I have left is apple. You like green apple?"

Sora glared again. "Fehhhhh," she stretched out.

Kagome couldn't contain her laughter. I'm just a bundle of bipolar moods today, aren't I? Still smiling, she reached for the paper towels on the counter and began to clean up the mess. If this continued, perhaps it was possible that happiness could return to her life. After all, from how things looked now, Sora was going to favor Inuyasha more than herself. Maybe that was his last gift to her-if he never returned, she would still have Sora as a reminder of him.

Then, as it usually happens, right when Kagome's hands were full with gooey, raspberry-saturated paper towels, the doorbell rang.

Kagome literally snarled at the door. "Oh, go away, can't you see I'm busy?"

Sora laughed delightedly at her mother's antics. "Ahhh," she said. "Ah ah-feh!"

Kagome sent her daughter a wry look. "Why do I get the feeling that's gonna be your new favorite word?" She deposited the paper towels into the wastebasket and plodded towards the door. Inuyasha…if only you could see your baby now…

She turned the lock and slid the deadbolt out of its holder (Inuyasha had insisted on doubly protecting his family), and opened the door. "Thanks for coming, the air conditioner's in the…back…"

The world seemed to spin; she clutched the door for dear life, for surely she would fall to the ground without its support.

In front of her stood none other than a worn, bedraggled, but ever handsome Inuyasha.

"I-Inu…yasha?" She blinked once, than twice, making sure that her eyes weren't failing her. Was it really her husband standing before her? Her lungs weren't working-she could barely suck in a breath.

He smiled wearily, his grey eyes heavy with emotion. "Kagome…I'm back."

::What will tomorrow bring? Will birds sing?::

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Well, whatcha think? Should I do a sequel?

In the meantime, please tell me what you thought of my first attempt at a songfic. ^_^ As usual, include the good, the bad, the in-between.

Oh, and please check out the rest of Maaya Sakamoto's songs. She is an awesome singer; I absolutely love her.

So… don't forget to review, and hopefully the sequel will come out soon. Ja ne!