Okay, I swear it was already written, but I just had to get round to posting it - sorry!


It had been hours. Though they were drenched in sweat and out of breath, it seemed that they'd never uncover their friend.

No one was willing to give up, least of all Kagome.

Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget, don't forget, she thought those two words to herself like a mantra, not understanding why she felt the need.

"InuYasha," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as they had that night months ago, when she'd found him with Kikyo and, as a token of apology, perhaps, he'd made a promise to her.

Promise not to forget. Promise again. Don't forget.

Kagome sobbed quietly to herself while her friends paused to watch her, eyes filled with grief.

"He's alive, Kagome. Something like this can't kill a half demon. He just needs some help getting out," Shippo offered semi-cheerfully.

Please. Don't forget.

"Of course. And he won't forget. Not ever. He promised."

The others eyed the girl curiously.


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