"You still choose her" is an Inuyasha fanfiction. This is merely imaginary and does not exist in the real story or manga of Inuyasha.
Months after the shikon jewel was destroyed and peace was regained in the fuedal era, Inuyasha was beginning to accept the reality that Kagome was gone. When Kikyo died, he couldn't bear the thought of losing Kagome too. After your first love dies, how can you survive if the one who made you whole, the one who saved you, the one who made you feel accepted and loved...was gone? The worst part is knowing she wasn't dead, but only far away, very far away.
The first few months were tough for him, unbearable even. He needed to use all his sanity to keep him alive. He believed that she would come back. He would go to the well every day, sometimes by himself or sometimes with Shippo. He wouldn't say anything for the first few minutes, he would just stare at the once working well that connected to Kagome's world, praying to whatever entity existed to bring her back.
When he's not visiting the familiar well, he would visit the top of the hill to see Kikyo's grave. Somewhere in is heart, she was still there. It was so small to be sure, but she was there. His heart would ache every time he would see the grave for the first time.
But whenever he would feel this heartache, his eyes would squint from the pain and tears would come out of his eyes. Not because he misses Kikyo, and not because he wishes to be with her. But because of his confusion.
He was frustrated that he is mourning for his first love whilst at the same time waiting for the person who showered him with love. He was confused and terrified that if in some miraculous event, they both would come back to his side, what would he do?
And that's exactly what's going to happen.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.