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Water.

That was Kagome's first conscious thought as she choked and sputtered, her body convulsing as seawater forced its way up her throat and out of her mouth. She rolled onto her side, coughing violently, her lungs burning with each desperate gasp for air.

Sand.

Rough, coarse sand pressed against her cheek, her palms, every exposed inch of skin. She dug her fingers into it, grounding herself, reminding herself that she was solid, real, alive.

But where was she?

Kagome's eyes fluttered open, immediately squinting against the harsh sunlight. Everything was too bright, too loud—the crash of waves, the cry of unfamiliar birds, the whisper of wind through plants she didn't recognize. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her body screaming in protest. Every muscle ached, deep bruises making themselves known with each movement. Her head pounded with a vicious headache that made her vision swim.

What happened?

She tried to remember, tried to piece together how she'd ended up here, wherever here was. Her last clear memory was—

The jewel.

The Shikon no Tama, whole and complete in her bloodied hands. The final battle had been won, Naraku defeated, but at such cost. She'd held the jewel and made her wish, the one Midoriko had warned her about.

"I wish the Shikon no Tama never existed..."

She remembered Midoriko's sad smile, her words: "And I am sure...everyone deserves to be happy. The jewel took so much...and it is an unselfish wish on my part...as I give my life for theirs..."

Then there had been light. Blinding, all-consuming light. And then...

Water?

Had she fallen? Where had she fallen from? The memories were fragmented, confusing. Light, then water, then darkness, then... this beach.

Kagome finally managed to sit up fully, taking stock of her surroundings with growing unease. This wasn't the battlefield where they'd defeated Naraku. This wasn't anywhere in feudal Japan. This wasn't even anywhere she recognized from her own time.

The beach stretched in both directions, pristine white sand meeting impossibly blue water. But the plants—the plants were all wrong. Strange palm-like trees with purple fronds swayed in the breeze. Flowers she'd never seen before dotted the tree line in vibrant oranges and blues that seemed too bright to be natural. Even the air felt different—thicker somehow, humid in a way that made her skin feel sticky.

She was completely, utterly alone.

Her hands moved instinctively to her body, checking for her weapons. Relief flooded through her when her fingers found the familiar shape of her bow and the weight of her quiver still strapped to her back. The bow was waterlogged, the string limp and useless, but it was there. Her arrows had survived too, though she'd need to dry them properly before they'd be any use.

Looking down at herself, Kagome felt her throat tighten. Her white haori and red hakama were torn and bloodied, stained with evidence of the final battle. The fabric was shredded in places, exposing bruised skin underneath. She touched her stomach gently, remembering the wound she'd taken from one of Naraku's tentacles. The bleeding had stopped, but the injury was still there, still painful.

This is real, she thought distantly. This isn't a dream. I'm really here, wherever 'here' is.

She tried to reach for her spiritual powers, that familiar warm glow that had been her constant companion for so long. But when she searched inside herself, there was almost nothing there. Just a flicker, a tiny spark where there had once been a raging fire. The wish—creating a reality where the Shikon no Tama had never existed—had drained her almost completely.

Panic started to claw at her chest. She was alone, injured, powerless, and lost in a place she didn't recognize. No Inuyasha to protect her. No Sango or Miroku to help her. No Shippo to keep her company. No family waiting for her at home because—

Her breath hitched.

Because they don't remember me. None of them remember me. That was the price.

The wish had worked. The jewel had never existed, which meant the well had never pulled her through time, which meant she'd never met any of them, which meant she didn't exist in their memories. They were all living happy lives without the tragedy the jewel had brought, and she...

She was here. Wherever here was.

Kagome forced herself to take a deep breath, then another. She couldn't afford to break down right now. Survival had to come first. Emotions could wait until she was somewhere safe.

Safe. Right. First priority: find shelter, water, food.

Kagome slowly got to her feet, swaying slightly as dizziness washed over her. She placed a hand against one of the strange purple-fronded trees to steady herself, taking a moment to let the world stop spinning.

Once she felt stable enough, she began to assess her situation more carefully.

Her injuries were numerous but none seemed immediately life-threatening. The wound on her stomach was the worst, but it had clotted. She had cuts on her arms and legs, bruises everywhere, and what she suspected was a cracked rib based on the sharp pain when she breathed too deeply. Her throat was raw from coughing up seawater, and her lips were cracked and dry.

Dehydration. That's the most immediate concern.

She'd need fresh water soon. The ocean water wouldn't do her any good—drinking it would only make things worse. Kagome turned slowly, scanning both directions of the beach. To her left, the beach curved out of sight around a rocky outcropping. To her right, it stretched for what looked like miles before disappearing into a hazy distance. There was no sign of people, no smoke from fires, no structures of any kind. Just beach, ocean, and the strange jungle beyond.

She had no idea which direction to go.

Pick one, she told herself firmly. Standing here won't help.

She decided to head right, toward the longer stretch of beach. Maybe there would be a stream or river emptying into the ocean, a source of fresh water. She adjusted her bow and quiver, making sure they wouldn't fall, and started walking.

Each step was an effort. Her legs felt like lead, and the sand seemed determined to drag her down with every footfall. The sun beat down on her mercilessly, making her already parched throat feel like sandpaper. She tried to stay close to the tree line where there was at least some shade, but even that offered limited relief.

As she walked, Kagome couldn't help but wonder about this place. Had the wish sent her here? Was this another world entirely, like how the well had sent her to the feudal era? Or was this some remote island in her own world, just one she'd never heard of?

The plants suggested somewhere tropical, but nothing she recognized from any geography class. And the colors—everything was just slightly off. Too vibrant, too saturated, like someone had turned up the brightness on reality itself.

After what felt like hours but was probably only one, Kagome spotted something promising. A small stream trickling out from the jungle and running across the beach into the ocean. It wasn't much, but it was fresh water.

She practically stumbled to it, falling to her knees at the edge. She cupped her hands and brought the water to her lips, barely restraining herself from gulping it down. She forced herself to drink slowly, in small sips, knowing that drinking too much too fast would make her sick.

The water was cool and clean, the best thing she'd ever tasted. She drank until her stomach felt full, then splashed some on her face and neck, washing away the salt and sand.

Okay. Water: check. Now shelter and food.

She looked at the jungle behind her, at the dense foliage and strange trees. There might be fruit in there, maybe edible plants. But there could also be dangerous animals, poisonous plants, or worse. And in her weakened state, she wasn't sure she could defend herself properly.

I can't stay on the beach either. I need to find something, some kind of shelter before nightfall.

The sun was already past its peak, starting its slow descent toward the horizon. She had maybe four or five hours of daylight left. Kagome forced herself to her feet again, every muscle protesting. She had to keep moving. Had to find somewhere safe to rest, to heal. Then she could figure out where she was and what to do next.

She continued along the beach, following the curve of the coastline. Occasionally, she'd stop to rest, drinking from the stream when she passed it again on one of the beach's curves. She found some purple fruit hanging from one of the strange trees, but she didn't dare eat it without knowing if it was safe.

She'd been walking for what felt like an eternity, each step more difficult than the last. The beach had curved again, revealing more endless sand and water. No signs of civilization, no boats on the horizon, nothing but the sound of waves and the cry of strange birds overhead.

Her vision had started to blur around the edges, black spots dancing in her peripheral vision. The wound on her stomach had started bleeding again, fresh blood seeping through the torn fabric of her clothes. Every breath sent sharp pains through her chest—that cracked rib making itself known.

She was so thirsty again, despite having drunk from the stream multiple times. The sun had leeched all moisture from her body, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her feet dragged through the sand, leaving uneven tracks behind her.

Just need to rest, she thought hazily. Just for a minute. Just need to sit down for a minute.

But when her legs buckled, she couldn't catch herself. She fell hard, her knees hitting the sand, then her hands, then her whole body as she collapsed near the water's edge.

The wet sand was cool against her burning skin. The sound of waves was soothing, rhythmic. She could feel the water lapping at her feet with each surge, cold and refreshing.

Just close my eyes for a moment, Kagome thought, her eyelids already drooping. Just a moment to rest...

She knew it was dangerous. Knew that falling asleep in her condition, especially this close to the water, was a terrible idea. But her body had reached its limit. She'd walked for hours on injuries that needed rest, with barely any energy left in her depleted reserves.

As her consciousness started to fade, Kagome thought she saw something in the water. Shapes, moving beneath the surface. They were beautiful—shimmering scales catching the dying sunlight, creating ripples of color in the waves.

Fish? her foggy mind wondered. No... too big for fish.

The shapes came closer, breaking the surface. She caught glimpses of faces—human faces, but wrong somehow. Webbed hands. Eyes that reflected light like a cat's. Scales that seemed to shift color with each movement.

Hallucinating, she thought distantly. Must be hallucinating.

She tried to focus, tried to make sense of what she was seeing, but everything was becoming fuzzy, distant. The shapes were coming closer, moving through the shallow water toward her. She could hear voices now, deep and melodic, speaking in a language she didn't understand.

One of them reached toward her. She tried to move, to escape, but her body wouldn't respond. Her eyes closed despite her efforts to keep them open. The last thing she was aware of was the sensation of being lifted, of cool water surrounding her, and a voice—ancient and sad—saying something in that strange, beautiful language.

Then everything went dark.