Sundered by Knight of Disorder

Separation

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

AN: I will be posting a chapter of this every few days. Hope you enjoy this little plot bunny which grew a little out of control while I thought about it at work.

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Her fingers moved with practiced ease, her thumb brushing the smooth handle of her cup as she sat at the old wooden table in the kitchen of her mother’s home. Just over three years ago Kagome had been forced from the past. The shift in time had been terrifying for its spontaneity.

The dirt under her was cold but she couldn’t focus on it. It almost felt like she was wading through water. Her vision doubled, focused, than doubled again as she attempted to move. She gave a gusting breath as she recalled this sensation. When the witch had tried to take her sould to raise Kikyo from the grave. Kagome gave a moment of introspection and found nothing. The suddenness of her realization brought about the pain. Her teeth snapped together as she attempted to contain the scream that was forcing its way slowly out of her throat. It came out as a hard keening wail that seemed louder than any scream she’d ever managed.

Her thoughts scattered as she felt the void, where her soul should have been, pulsed darkly. She could feel the sluggishness spread, attempting to reach her heart and stop it. She fought it, the sounds leaving her constricted throat rocked into her own ears and she understood.

She’d blacked out after that, though her grandfather had heard the sound and run towards it. He had claimed that hearing it nearly made his heart break. The sound he’d never thought a human could make made something in him shift uneasily, jangled his senses and brought back memories of his late wife.

Her eyes cracked open and she stared at the white ceiling. The lights so bright she snapped than shut once more. She realized belatedly that she wasn’t actively breathing and that her chest was moving because of the tube pressed down her throat. They saved me, the thought came unbidden and she fought back tears as the pain swelled once more. It wasn’t as bad but it was gaining. Let me die, she silently begged when she realized she couldn’t talk.

She couldn’t sense anyone else in the room and was startled when a well remembered face slid into her view. A tremulous smile tired to break around the tube in her throat. Sesshoumaru, she struggled to move towards him but something was wrong.

His hand moved with smooth ease as another person slid into her view. Her eyes widened at the image before her. There he stood, with her. Kagome’s body arched up painfully, the machines around her screaming into life. In that instant she gained some small control and tugged the tube from her throat.

“Kagome,” his voice was calm as he moved to her side. The other Kagome moved with him, her hand never leaving the crook of his elbow. He stopped and looked towards the woman who was her double in all things but expression.

“You will return to him,” her free hand fell towards the bedridden girl and flinched when she drew sharply away. “I can help with some of the pain,” her hand fell and landed just over Kagome’s heart. A small jolt shaking the pained frame.

“Wh-,” Kagome choked on the word. The pain eased ever so slightly, just enough to let her focus. “When,” the word was hissed out.

“Three years.”

The words echoed in her pain ridden mind, curling like sinister poison that settled deep in the pit where the sliver of a fragment of soul now resided. She started, turning her unseeing eyes towards the woman who’d claimed the open side of her rather wide hospital bed. Her heart calmed considerably when Sesshoumaru claimed the other side, their hands coming together over her heart.

“I cannot give much,” his tone was pained as he watched her. “But I will give you what I can.”

“We will stay with you tonight, tomorrow you must face the future.”

Kagome’s breathing shallowed considerably. She never fell into sleep and guessed that her bed partners this night didn’t either, even though their eyes had been closed. She felt the matching fragment of Sesshoumaru’s soul pulse in the deep void where their soul once resided. Unbidden, unwanted, tears began to curl down her cheeks. She didn’t sob or jerk in her crying, simply stared blankly at the ceiling once more.

This wasn’t her Sesshoumaru, this was her Sesshoumaru. Her lips quivered as more tears began to fall, feeling their powers around her. Seeing the twining auras in her mind’s eye broke the damn and a rasping sob finally choked out. He’s not here for me, it hurts! She couldn’t voice the words that screamed in her mind. Even with the two shards pulsing gently inside her the pain still spread outward like tidal wave wiping the shore clear.

Even now, when she realized that she would become that Kagome in the future, she hated herself. Slowly setting her cup down she took a deep breath, the cool air of the house calming her nerves. She didn’t turn her head when she heard the loud foot falls of her brother, choosing to leave her hands resting on the table atop a sealed envelope.

“Kagome,” his voice had deepened in the three years she’d been back and he’d grown faster than she ever thought possible. It wasn’t quite finished changing though and cracked every so often. “We won,” his arm stretched out holding what she assumed was a trophy.

“Isn’t that nice,” her tone was soft but it seemed to sting him from the feel of his aura. Shaking herself, “sorry Sota, just not feeling myself recently.” Pulling her power into her eyes she turned and looked at him. “Well come on let me see.” Her tone remained soft but gained some happiness.

Sota rushed over almost shoving the small trophy into her hands, watching closely as her fingers glided over the smooth finish. He’d noticed it recently, though he was sure something was going on long before now. His eyes narrowed as her thumb pulled across the small engraved plaque before she smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Not just winning but best in field. Not bad little bro.” Her hands shook slightly as she held the trophy out towards him.

“Yeah,” his eyes fell on the envelope on the table with the word ‘Mother’ written on it in a fine hand. “You got something to talk to mom about?”

Kagome’s face settled once more into the slightly frosted expression that had mirrored her attitude for the last few years. She’d started to change, even she’d noticed, during the last few weeks of hunting Naraku.

She’d mated Sesshoumaru almost by accident. Their odd conversations had led to an awkward situation. It had started easily enough, questions. He’d asked her about her writings. She’d asked him about his father. About her schooling. About his swords. About her home. About his home.

It was nearly two weeks after the first question that something changed. He sought her out. He didn’t talk or even look at her but he sought out her presence. Without realizing it, they had begun to blend their souls. As they spoke and traded questions and answers they had also tested the limits of their powers. Each question came with a push, each answer a pull.

Kagome was content with that, and they’d continued to spend what time they could manage together. They never spoke about what they were, what they would become. He had only warned her once.

“If either of us die, the other will only last as long as their will holds out. We are bound, by bonds stronger than flesh.”

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AN: I'm really liking writing this right now, could be the fact that I can barely sleep these days. Either way, it's good to get back to writing. It's been a long time since I wrote anything that was longer than a single chapter. Please R&R if you like and tell me what you think.