AN: Long time no see, huh? I won't get into what's happened, but I will say that it's been a difficult few years for Maiku. InuSan remains one of my favorite pairings though, and I recently claimed them at a writing community over on LiveJournal, so this will be the result of that. The one thing to note is that chapters will be no longer than 200 words, being that that's part of the challenge of that particular community. I'm not entirely used to writing drabbles, so please bear with me.

Each drabble will be a part of a larger story, which will all be uploaded under this title. Also, please note that this story will be a sequel to an earlier story of mine entitled "Death and Rebirth." To save you the trouble of having to read that, the basic idea is that only Inuyasha and Sango survived the final battle against Naraku. This story will take place immediately afterwards, and it will follow them as they cope with the loss of their friends, and as they, ahem, learn to live. (Maiku's never been good with summaries, so I hope you'll forgive the cheesiness of that sentence.)

So! I believe that's enough from me. Please enjoy the story, although it will be angsty in the beginning.

That first night was the worst.

Neither said anything to the other, and neither even thought about sleeping. Instead, they simply sat side by side, their shoulders barely touching. It was difficult to say how long they stayed like that, silent and unmoving, but when Sango started to shiver, it was Inuyasha who built and started a fire. She didn't have the heart to tell him her shivering wasn't due to the coolness of the night, nor was he willing to admit that he already knew that.

Sometimes, it was easier to pretend.

So she gave a very subtle nod of her head as thanks, and he offered an equally small shrug of his shoulders in return as he settled down again.

The sky was beginning to lighten, the birds chirping and singing their good morning songs, when Sango finally spoke.

"Are we...?" Her voice was weak and slightly hoarse, and her throat tightened before she could even finish the question.

Inuyasha knew, though. The (slightly) unspoken question had plagued his own thoughts most of the night, and he clenched his jaw and looked to the side, exhaling through his nose before he shook his head.

"I don't know, Sango."