A/N: As you should know (unless you don't read the bold like I do very often) I am editing all the current chapter in this story until I finally get over my writer's block and trust me when I say it is a pain in my ass. I try my every hardest to catch my grammar, but it was always one of my worst subjects. Let hope I do better!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha only the original ideas
Although the pack had set up camp near Lady Izayoi's grave, under Inuyasha's instructions, the brothers had not solved whatever tension lay between them or even made an effort to make it more comfortable. Inuyasha continued to glare and growl at Sesshoumaru, who in turned ignored the half-demon. Even the wind seemed to be unsettled, constantly disrupted the grass and lake nearby causing the water to ripple. Sango and Miroku sat off to the side and talked among themselves, their heads close together, while Kohaku played with Shippo and Kirara. His laughter rang out as the two small demons tackled him to the ground. Kagome sat in front of the small fire, a pot of tea heating over it, while she stared up at the darkening sky and the drifting clouds. Her heart ached for both the brothers, knowing they had both suffered so immensely. She didn't know who had lost more or who had agonized greater, the only thing she did know was she wished she could take the pain away from the half-breed and demon. Kagome wonder if Inutaishou realized how much pain he caused his sons with his decisions. There was no way; no father would want that for their child. The young maiden shook herself out of her thoughts as the teapot whistled. She slightly noticed Inuyasha's dog ears flatten and Sesshoumaru's pointed ears twitch at the sound. "Sango! Miroku! Tea's ready," she called out to her friends. The adults looked up from the conversation yet the children paid no heed and continued to play. When the pair walked over she handed them each a cup filled with the steaming liquid. Sango smiled her thanks while Miroku winked at Kagome causing Sango to slap him upside the head. He grinned sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his aching head. Kagome filled one more cup and picked herself off the ground. Balancing the cup on her palm, she headed toward Sesshoumaru's resting place. The great demon looked up at her with curiosity in his beautiful golden eyes. The young girl tried to calm her heart beat as she knelt beside him, knowing he would be able to hear it along with Inuyasha. "Would you like some sencha green tea, Lord Sesshoumaru," she offered politely. She heard Inuyasha scoff and she felt the urge to use the beads of subjugation on him, but bit her tongue instead. Sesshoumaru nodded his head slightly causing a single strand of his silver hair to fall in front of his pale face. Kagome was itching to reach out and tuck it behind his pointed demon ear, but she knew well enough that it could be the death of her. She held the cup out to The Demon Lord which he took with his right hand. Kagome's heart panged with guilt over the loss of his left arm, it was after all her fault. "Forgive me," she whispered as he took a sip of the hot liquid. As it slid down his throat his face took on a look of contentment. It reminded him so much of his mother. Turning his head, he looked into her blue eyes. "You have no reason to apologize to this Sesshoumaru, priestess," he said, his voice slightly softer than normal. Inuyasha growled. "Her name is Kagome, you bastard," he barked. Kagome sighed. "Inuyasha, sit boy," she commanded, her voice soft. She didn't even look up when she heard him plummet to the ground. "Once again, forgive me, Lord Sesshoumaru," she murmured. He growled in frustration. "Woman, enough of your apologizing," he growled. She bowed her head and grabbed the empty sleeve of his kimono. Tugging slightly, tears stung her eyes. "This is why I am sorry." He shook his head. "You are not the one who cut off this Sesshoumaru's arm, it was the pathetic half-breed," he stated. Inuyasha growled like a feral beast. "You attacked us and tried to kill Kagome," Inuyasha yelled. Kagome flinched. "Then you repeatedly tried to take Tetsuaiga," the half-breed's voice getting louder with each word. Sesshoumaru rolled his golden eyes. "I have no use for Father's fang anymore, pup," he sighed. Kagome's head fell again. "If that's the case, then your sacrifice was for absolutely nothing, Sesshoumaru…," she whispered. 'And that somehow makes it worse. Like we took something from him without any reason at all' she thought softly. He looked down at her, his eyes almost softening. "Even if I did not get what I desired…it doesn't mean that I gained nothing in return," he said, almost as if he was comforting her. She nodded meekly. "I guess…," her voice almost failed her. Kagome sat next to Sesshoumaru without saying another word, pulling her legs to her chest and looked up at the stars as he sipped his tea while Inuyasha fumed silently by his mother's grave.
Soon the young human girl was asleep, her back resting against Sesshoumaru's tree and her head almost resting on his shoulder, along with the rest of her friends; besides Inuyasha. Kagome had remained beside Sesshoumaru even in her deep slumber. When he looked down at her his heart ached again. Her sleeping face reminded him so much of his mother and how heartbroken she had been after his father's death. Even when Lady Lirin seemed to be sleeping peacefully, a young Sesshoumaru could smell the agony and betrayal rolling off her body as he stood guard over her; too distressed himself to sleep. The nightmares haunted him and he could not seem to forget the image of the burning house collapsing on his father. Sesshoumaru at the time wished with everything he had for his mother's pain to disappear, but even to this day she still ached and did not wish to speak of Kamane or even mention his name. He remembered when she beheaded a servant for speaking of him. The pain ran deep for her. Sesshoumaru could not understand how this simple human girl reminded him so much of his heartbroken mother. Maybe it was the fact that his foolish half-brother broke her heart every time he ran off to the walking corpse or the fact that she was thrown five hundred years into the past and had her family ripped away like he had. Whatever the reason was, it almost brought fear to The Great Demon Lord. Sighing quietly, he nudged the girl with his shoulder subtly and she fell on his shoulder; her sleep never being disturbed.
A/N: with the editing I'm not planning on changing the story or truly adding anything new just fixing the mistakes and having things make more sense. I promise cookies for anyone who reviews