Yet to be Titled

Chapter 1.

Night of Comfort and Hurt

Kagome watched with tear brimmed eyes. Inuyasha had gone off to find Kikyo. She sighed softly, turning her head downward. "I'm going for a walk," she muttered as she walked slowly into the woods.

"Be careful," Miroku called after her, worried.

The young girl walked along, hanging her head. She sat down against the well thinking. Why should I stay? Inuyasha has Kikyo. His unworthy clay pot. I'm just a sacred jewel shard sensor. He doesn't even…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar clinking of Miroku's staff and his deep voice. "Kagome?"

She looked up, only to meet his face. He was kneeling by now, eyes full of sympathy. He took her chin, making her look at him. "Now what is wrong?"

She busted out crying, hiding her face with her hands. She felt strong arms wrap around her, pulling her into Miroku's chest. She moved her hand to snuggle into his robes, sobbing softly.

He leaned against the well as he held her gently. He didn't even think of doing something perverted; she was in too much pain. He suddenly found himself very sleepy and the little buddle in his arms asleep. He smiled and kissed her forehead. Goodnight my little angle, he thought as his mind fell into the darkness of sleep.