He found her in the snow. There was no blood this time, but his thought went to the same place.

'She's a fallen angel.'

But then, sensibility kicked in.

For the Lord Sesshomaru did not believe in angels.

She was simply a girl. A frail, weak, girl. A ningen girl, gone in one breath from a youkai mouth.

A dead girl, now.

He was about to continue on his way, when her eyes flickered open, revealing that deep blue. "Please…" she whispered. "please…take me to the Bone Eater's Well…"

Sesshomaru knew the place. It was close to where his foolish brother had lost fifty years of his pathetic life. But why would the dying miko want to go there?

"Miko-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Kagome. Ka-Go-" she broke off, coughing.

Her extremities- her ears, her lips, her fingertips- were already beginning to turn blue. So, Sesshomaru decided to give the ningen girl- Kagome, as she insisted on reminding him- her last wish.

He scooped her up, and cradling her close to his body, they took off towards InuYasha's Forest, and the Bone Eater's Well.

***~~~***

"We are here, mik- Kagome." Sesshomaru said. His warmth seemed to be doing her good, for she seemed a bit more lucid.

"Throw me in." she murmured.

Alright, apparently, not that lucid.

"Have you always been mad, miko?" Sesshomaru demanded.

She laughed, a harsh sound. "It'd take far too long to explain, and I've not a lot of time left. Throw. Me. In."

"This Sesshomaru will do better. This Sesshomaru will take you to the bottom of the well himself."

And, ignoring her feeble protests, he gracefully leaped in. Which is when something completely unexpected happened.

The well glowed with an ethereal white light, and Kagome began to dissolve into silvery sparkles. Sesshomaru looked at the girl, in wonder.

"Well, this is new." she commented, before she disappeared completely.

The light winked out, and Sesshomaru slammed into the ground.

***~~~*** 500 Years Later ***~~~***

Naraku was dead. Rin had mated the kitsune, Shippo. They were expecting their first kit. Sesshomaru was one of the richest people in the world, either ningen or youkai.

And yet, he still dreamed of his brother's miko…Kagome. It had been five hundred years, since she'd…died?

There had never been a body. But she was gone. Simply gone.

Sesshomaru needed to clear his mind. His dismissed Jaken, now his chauffer. "Go home." he told the faithful, green toad-thing. "This Sesshomaru has no need of you services this night."

He began walking, as the first icy, white flakes fell from the sky.

He glared at the snow in displeasure. It wasn't that he would be cold- cold was for ningen, after all- but if it iced over, he might slip.

Unlikely, but Sesshomaru hadn't survived the Sengoku Jidaii by being careless, and it was simply the principle of the matter.

Besides, the snow reminded him of her.

He ducked down an alley, a short cut to his home. He didn't notice the petite figure, until he crashed into it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, mister!" the woman said, bowing slightly.

"My fault." he assured her. "My apologies, Miss…"

"Higurashi." she told him, turning her back on him to look back at the sky.

For some reason, her casual dismissal irked him. "What is a respectable young woman, like yourself, doing alone, in an alley, at night?" he asked. "You're lucky I am not the kind of person who would do something untoward to you."

"I was on my way home, but the snow…" she sighed. "It reminds me of him."

She looked at him then, with eyes such a startling shade of cerulean, eyes he hadn't seen in five hundred years.

He found her in the snow.

And the first thing that occurred to him was…

'She's a fallen angel.'

And for the first time, the Lord Sesshomaru began to believe.

***~~~*** THE END ***~~~***