Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.


Prologue

Deep down, Kagome had always known that Inuyasha would choose Kikyo. Selfishly, she'd hoped that he would change his mind. She held onto that hope… until they were betrothed.

The taiyoukai watched contemplatively as Kagome drifted into an uneasy sleep. By some twist of fate, Sesshoumaru had found the miko; lost and alone and sick with grief.

Beneath her sorrow and pain, Sesshoumaru's sharp senses detected an unjust emotion from the human girl: guilt. As he watched her sleep, he caught the snatches of her inner thoughts that she gasped out between soft hiccups and sobs.

The miko has broken a promise to the half breed, Sesshoumaru mused. A promise to remain by Inuyasha's side. She was constantly tormented by it, berating herself at every moment, even in sleep.

Moonlight filtered through the trees above, illuminating Kagome's face. A stream of tears glistened there, trickling silently down her face. Sesshoumaru gazed at the moon, turning his head skyward.

A broken heart, exchanged for a broken promise. Humans were such fragile creatures.

He allowed a portion of his youki to pool around him, invisible energy washing over his surroundings. In it, he enveloped Kagome, swathing her in his demon energy like a blanket. Her hitching, uneven gasps calmed into a steady pattern of breathing. The tension in her shoulders that was even present in sleep melted away, and she rested soundly.

Sesshoumaru was satisfied. He'd invented the technique shortly after adopting Rin into his pack, when she'd been afflicted by similar nightmares. His watchful eyes slid shut, and he too allowed himself to sleep.

Perhaps her broken heart could be mended, and Sesshoumaru would be the one to repair it.


I wrote this drabble for the Dokuga Contest on LiveJournal. The prompt was 'Repair'.