As you might already be aware, this story is the sequel to my previous work Son of Ryukotsusei. For those of you who have not read it yet don't worry. I'll fill you in as this story progresses. Enjoy.

P.S. I don't own Inuyasha or anything, nor have I seen all the episodes. So, if I mess up on anything, live with it.


In the middle of a grassy field, under the blue afternoon sky, a warrior rested in a red kimono rest himself and his aching body. Long white locks sway in the spring breeze as dog-like ears twitch off the presence of an insect. His arms were folded behind his head in a comfortable fashion and his sword was not far from his reach. A light shadow moved swiftly over him as another being circled through the air and landed near him. The warrior wake gently and opened his eyes to stare face to face at the newcomer, which was nothing more then a child with a bow in his hair and a bushy fox tail.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head," the fox boy said, with a large grin on his face.

The dog eared warrior let out a low growl before batting the boy away with a swift motion and sitting up to stretch. The fox boy sat on the ground rubbing his head while glaring at the warrior. "Inuyasha! What was that for?" he said.

Inuyasha didn't respond. Instead, he stared at the two-tailed cat sitting before him staring back at him with sparkling eyes. The warrior reached out his hand to the cat and petted it gently. His gaze was off as if in deep thought, even as he spoke, "Shippo, did you find anything to eat?"

The young fox demon nodded and took a small pack off his back and unfolded it in front of him. The pack spread out like a blanket while its contents remained piled in the center. Shippo took his time setting out the objects he collected as Inuyasha got up from his spot and moved over next to the blanket. The warrior's yellow eyes glanced over the items gathered before him and he recognized many of the odd and unusual containers of food.

"Some of these are Kegome's supplies," he said, half to himself.

Shippo slowly nodded in response. "I found her pack on the edge of the forest. Sad to say it was torn to shreds. The lunch she made for us and her medical boxes were still all there."

Kirara pounced over to the blanket and curled up on the edge. Shippo offered her some food first, but she obviously wasn't hungry. Yet, he left it next to her just in case. Inuyasha placed his sword down at his side and picked up a bowl of ramen. On a typical day he would boil some water to reheat the tasty treat, but on a dreadful day like this he merely tore off the cover and ate it cold.

Shippo did not feel much like warm food up either. He simply started munching away on the food of his choice. First at a fast rate then slowed down, almost to a complete stop. The cat demon beside him looked up as tears started falling from his eyes. "I miss them…" he said, nearly whispering it to himself.

The keen canine ears planted on Inuyasha's head still picked up Shippo's words. The half-demon let out a low growl at hearing this. "Stop wining. That's not going to bring them back."

Shippo looked up at Inuyasha with a shocked look on his face. "How can you be so calm about this? Do you even care that the others are dead?"

Inuyasha practically slammed his bowl down and glared at Shippo. However, this glare was unusual from all the others. When Shippo saw it, it was hard to tell if Inuyasha was mad at Shippo, the death of their friends, or perhaps himself.

"Moping around isn't going to bring them back. Nothing is going to happen if we just sit around here feeling sorry about it."

"But, Inuyasha, what are we going to do about it? What can we do about it?"

Inuyasha feel silent after Shippo's last words. He did not know what to say about that. Falling back onto the grass, the warrior folded his arms behind his head and stared at the sky, not bothering to finish his meal. Things seemed depressing for the two. Neither of them knew what to do, and they both have suffered a great lost in their previous battle. Without giving it much thought, Inuyasha's hand found its way to the bottle of jewel shards that rested around his next. It contained the shards he and his companions gathered as well as the ones his latest enemy used.

'What now?' was the question Inuyasha kept asking himself. Though he did not admit it, he blamed himself for the death of their friends. All his life he had lived in the shadow of his father and strived to become more powerful and greater then his father ever was. The outcome of the last battle did not feel like a victory. He wishes now more then ever that he was stronger then his father.

It was a while before Inuyasha moved from his current state. He gathered his sword, stood, and belted his weapon. "Pack up, we're leaving."

Shippo looked up at him with a puzzled look. "Where are we going?"

"To gather the rest of the jewel shards. Where else?"

"But, Inuyasha, how are we going to find the rest of the jewel without Kegome?"

Inuyash had a determined look on his face as he stared off into the direction in which they needed to go. "We find the one person that knows more about the jewel then anyone else."