She wept silently as he stared down at her. Staring so blankly and apathetically. She didn't know why he did not seem to even care. He should have been affected as much as she. Yet he wasn't. She was perplexed by this, but too filled with grief to actually think more of it.

He didn't know what to say or to do. He bit his lip as he felt the urge to shed blood on his claws or let himself feel sorrow. He was torn between being a rock for her or letting his emotions run wild. Even if he would never have let them run their course freely, today was an exception.

Her eyes were swollen, and her tears dripped down her face leaving burning trails. The starch white made her afraid and guilty. Guilty because she knew it was her fault.

He sensed the guilt emanating off her in heavy waves. He delicately put his hand on her shoulder only to be thrown back by a volatile force not of his own, but he knew from who.

The Miko barely registered the barrier she had so suddenly erected. She had no sense on whom was enemy or ally.

The Daiyoukai glared and spoke softly, yet with an icy tone, "Why?" She didn't respond. "You think it's your fault, but it's natures, Miko."

This time she looked.

She struggled as she fought to sit up. Pain shot through her veins like 1,000 needles individually stabbing her. She felt hollow as she absently held her hand to her stomach. Managing to rasp out three words that hit home."You are wrong." Spoken weak yet strong in the meaning.

He narrowed his eyes further. "Miko, I am not wrong often."

"Well then I guess today is just one of those days where you happen to be so." She replied cocking her head slightly. She snorted a bit and slowly lowered her body. She closed her eyes and found that the relief of sleep didn't take long to wash over her. The reprieve of sleep lessened the pain, even if temporarily.

AN:So this is the prologue. Please review I need constructive criticism desperately. Im participating in numerous state writing contests in the near future and I need to know how I can improve