Hehhee... I haven't been on for some time, Have I? Sorry, my apologies. I've just been very laid back lately... so yeah, this is the shortest shapter I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE! I usually put up chapters with 4000 words, but this time, I'm just too damn lazy... plus I wrote this in math class after I bombed my test... (sigh)

Kagome's POV

He has been like this for the past two weeks now; Inuyasha has been acting strangely. I couldn't help but notice certain changes, like the pale look on his face and his dim golden eyes that were once full of strength. Even more alarming is the way he has not exploded into a pointless tantrum towards me or Shippou, or everyone else. He just sits there in front of the campfire every night, staring into its dancing flames in seeming deep thought. To be honest, at first I thought he was thinking about Kikyou lately, but now I know that definitely is not the case.

"What the hell are you looking at?" He spoke to me suddenly, breaking me from my trance when I gazed into his face. I looked away, and I said nothing. His rudeness was still there, at least... if that is a good thing, that is.

I finally gathered the nerve when Inuyasha and I were left alone (Sango had gone to the hotspring with Shippou, and Miroku… probably followed her, knowing him…).

"Inuyasha." I started, actually wondering how to say this is the proper words without him thinking I'm a lunatic. "…Are you feeling okay?"

Inuyasha said nothing, but just gave me that 'what the hell are you talking about you crazy bitch' face he showed me often. I sighed, knowing that he was not one to show weakness. It did not surprise me that he would be hiding anything.

"Come on, Inuyaha." I tried to sound a bit more enthusiastic, but I accidentally sounded more concerned, which didn't help much. "…I mean, if you have a stomach ache, or chest pain…?"

"The hell with it." Inuyasha snorted recklessly. "I feel fine. I don't know what the hell you are rambling about, wench, and that's really none of your business. Now can you shut up? I'm trying to think." About Kikyou? I retorted a reply in my mind as I looked down to my feet. I couldn't help but feel upset. All I wanted was to know if he was alright. Was that a crime?

Ungrateful asshole… I usually thought to myself when he never took my seriously.

We both looked tediously towards the forest where Sango had bathed, hearing her scream "PERVERT!" and followed by a rather loud slap. Inuyasha just sneered like he usually did. I just sighed.

I found it hard to fall asleep that night; not with the silent but evident harsh breathing from Inuyasha. He lied across from me, sitting against the log with Tessaiga in his arms. It is hard to describe it… like he was having a nightmare, but he kept his composure still as water. But I could see the slight cold sweat trail down his face and slight trembles which Tessaiga revealed in his arms. It was like every breath he took was like a dagger stabbing into his back. I closed my eyes and I surprised myself when I realized I was almost in tears.

...There was definitely something wrong.

Whoa… yet another of my really, really uber short chapters. I usually put chapters with 4000 words up… but this one isn't even a 1000! (I think, I'm only guessing… but it sure looks like it! ) Well, poor Inuyasha! sniffle You'll find out what is happening to him in the next chapter, or in the chapter after it at the least…