Chapter 3: Silent Warrior by Day Broken Miko by Night

AN: Sorry for not updating I was injured over the summer and I had to get surgery.

But I haven't been getting many reviews so for a while I was thinking about deleting the story. But I'll keep writing for the time being.

Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing!


Everything in the future seemed to changing so quickly. It was unlike the peaceful calm of the feudal era. The miko hugged her knees to her chest as she thought about the two lives she lived and the responsibilities that seemed never ending.

At one glance she appeared to be a normal, although quite beautiful, and thoughtful, girl resting in the shade of the trees but if you were to look closer you would see the eyes of a warrior, battle worn and experienced; the slightly calloused hands of a fighter, and the body of a traveler.

The little miko, delicate but deadly was known as Higurashi, Kagome, the guardian of the Shikon no Tama.

Her head sagged lightly at the huge burden she carried but was brought out of her thoughts as a familiar aura approached her at a fast pace. In a gust of wind, shining cobalt eyes twinkled down at her before strong arms heaved her to her feet.

"Kouga," Kagome said smiling as she took a step back from him.

"Oi, I wanted to see if dog breath was treating my onna well," he replied, a cocky smirk lighting his rather handsome yet primal features.

Kagome frowned, as her tone became reprimanding, "You shouldn't call Inuyasha names!"

Kong's happiness seemed to decrease slightly before a huge grin planted itself on his face, "Yeah, right Inubaka treats you like crap! Anyways one day you will accept me as your mate!"

Shaking her head at his antics Kagome's smile lit her face once more as she led him to Kaede's village.


The past few years had been dark for the seemingly joyful miko. Her ojiisan had died of a heart attack and it had shaken her small family greatly. Her okaasan's grief was overwhelming and Souta had been forced to sacrifice his childhood to take care of Kagome's absences from school and help the recuperating Kun-Loon. Even Inuyasha could see the difference and had been shocked when he went through the well to see Kagome's kind, cheerful okaasan now mute and the little boy who used to idolize him all grown up.

Kagome hid her own sorrow behind a mask of happiness. Her smiles had dulled a bit and her eyes had lost their spark of emotion. While her friends had noticed, they wisely decided not to speak up, believing she just needed some time to grieve. Only Kagome knew it was much, much more than that. The strain of belonging to one world while longing for another was getting harder as the search for the jewel shards was nearing its end. In addition, the added pressure she had of her duty to the shikon and the duty she had to her family had gotten more difficult to handle.

The only time she could ever make order out of her chaotic life was when she thought of him, Lord Sesshomaru. While the moments they had shared together were fleeting, she cherished them greatly. When he had finally stopped visiting her she had felt a sense of disappointment and detachment. She did not realize until a month later that she had come to truly enjoy spending time the frozen prince.

However he apparently had not found her as fascinating, it seemed as though he decided he had enough of her and just…stopped coming.

Kagome knew she had grown feelings for Sesshomaru but knew it would never work. She was almost nineteen, would still age while he seemed to be permanently stuck in his twenties, and had a close to immortal life span.

Kagome did not hold a grudge against him for not really ending what had never started and knew she would never regret their talks that took place in the dead of night.


"Hm, Lady Kagome has been even more quiet as of late," Miroku commented to Sango as he sat with his back against a sturdy tree, watching the taijya clean her hiraikotsu. Looking up from her work Sango nodded in agreement.

"Hai, her behavior is beginning to worry me. Do you think she is still mourning over her grandfather's death?"

Miroku shook his head in response his gaze thoughtful as he turned to watch the miko walking with Kouga towards the village.

"No," he explained. "I believe she is stressed out with all the added responsibilities and I realize she hasn't gotten over her ojiisan's death yet I sense this is different. The aura she emits is of inner turmoil."

Sango looked up in alarm at that. "You mean we can do nothing but watch her suffer?"

"We can only pray she will recover from what ails her," Miroku admitted gravely.

Worry flashed in their eyes for the little miko. She had a strong spirit but was silent in her daily pain. She was resilient but it seemed as though her control was wavering.

They had both heard her muffled cries in the dead of night, when she thought they were all asleep. They heard the anguish, the sorrow, and rage. Not even little Shippo, who clung to her as if she was his lifeline could calm her.

Inuyasha they both knew was at a loss of what to do. Instead of trying to help, he pushed them harder and longer, probably thinking it would keep Kagome's mind off her problems but it only got worse.

Kagome, remarkable as she was still cared for each of them. Offering a kind word whenever possible or encouragement whenever needed.

They had both seem her push herself in training, working until exhaustion. She was a quick learner and had a driving force that seemed determined to master whatever was given to her. Her training had ended two years ago but she still practiced, perfecting all her skills.

The miko was a silent warrior releasing her pain for others to hear only at night and hiding it by dawn.


AN: Next chapter Sesshomaru comes back!

Please Review I have been feeling disheartened by the lack of them and was thinking about deleting the story… but I have decided I will continue to write until at least chapter 5. I promise to make the next chapter longer! ;)