A/N: Holy shit it's been forever huh...? Sorry for the wait but my mother shortened my time on the computer to only an hour. Well, anyway, this would've been up yesterday but like I said: 1 hour limit. Okay, hopefully this makes up for my absence, even though I think it's boring... Oh, and blackdeathmessenger, if you're reading, hope you like the ending.
Chapter Seven
They set off the very next day, just as the sun was above the peak of the horizon. Sango had said her good-byes as she mounted Kirara. What everyone didn't expect was the hanyou preparing himself for the voyage as well. With an arrogant sniff, he said the only reason was so he could hurry her up and make sure she didn't get distracted from the real purpose she was there.
The taijiya pretended to look annoyed, but deep inside, there were little bubbles of delight popping that she couldn't control. Glancing behind her, Sango smiled at the hanyou sitting behind her, a blank and unreadable expression on his face. When he met her eyes, they suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but give a lop-sided grin.
Approaching a rundown looking village, the exterminator needn't tell her feline friend to land. Kirara had already maneuvered herself to the ground and lightly placed herself on nearby the only shrine, now broken and shattered.
Dismounting, Inuyasha looked around blankly, but he felt concern when he turned around to face the young woman. Her lovely brown eyes immediately saddened, lost and sunken with grief. It was a good thing he had come with her; only the gods knew what she would do.
Walking slowly over to a hut, Sango fingered the wooden sides, sliding them down along the ridges which were now bent and incongruent. She sighed and then frowned while closing her eyes, trying to fight off memories that threatened to resurface.
The slayer then felt a comforting palm rest on her hand, and she turned her face up; the hanyou was looking down at her with intense concern he would normally direct only to Kagome or Kikyou. It made her happy that he too would focus such a feeling to her-though she would never say it.
"I'm fine," she said after a moment.
Beginning to walk, the demon exterminator felt his hand scathe her shoulder-it was very light, barely even felt, but it was able to give her a feeling of security and knowledge in the fact that she was not alone.
The corners of her lips twitched upward, but did not form a smile like the half-demon was hoping.
"I'm sure you know where everything is, right?"
A grunt and nod was all he gave.
The hours seemed to pass rather quickly as the two diligently set themselves to their tasks, but they didn't notice since they were so busy on their jobs. The demon slayer and half-demon decided to purify the youkai bones and skins first; since the ki of demonic energy had yet to be removed, some of the nearby demons in the area began to crowd around the storage building. They were easily taken care of by Inuyasha, but Sango didn't feel like having another demon rampage on the already desolate vicinity-though she didn't say it aloud.
Afterwards, the two went separately and barely spoke to the other, focused solely on their priorities and the ones which followed. Sango was just now finished with the polishing and hardening of her Hiraikotsu, admiring silently her handiwork since she noticed she had gotten better at it.
Going outside to put it away, she paused for a moment and scanned the village for a sign of Inuyasha. He had been awfully quiet, but now realizing it, so had she; however, that didn't quite explain the sudden need to know what he was doing. Recalling an incident that occurred about three months ago, she remembered hearing the grunting and string of curses that often left the hanyou's mouth as he worked. He obviously detested doing chores and the sight was amusing she admitted; but now the question was: why was he so silent now?
Rounding a corner, she saw a flicker of snowy hair through her peripheral vision. She tilted her head a bit to the side, simply observing his expression as he hammered down another piece of wood upon the open hole in a hut.
She wondered about his abilities; the inhuman strength and sense of adapting with every change in the atmosphere. She thought about his human side and the emotions he'd conceal-even when the moon was obscured from sight. He'd never sink so low as to tickle a woman in his hanyou form-so was that something he'd do only in his weakened state?
That was another complexity to his nature.
Was his human state really that weak?
Physically, he was still stronger than the average man as a human. Last night, he continued to maintain that swiftness and agility. Did he mean he was emotionally weak?
That could be it, Sango thought solemnly.
It was a business she didn't get involved in; it was easy for him to comfort her, but she was completely certain that it wouldn't be the same way were he to be on the opposite side. The slayer knew he was secretive about his past, and she understood it. Kagome could easily get him to talk a bit about his childhood, about memories buried deep within so he wouldn't have to look back.
(She suddenly winced inside.)
Now that Sango was imagining it from his position, she could see why he wouldn't want to talk about it; the humiliation, the hurt, the struggles to survive and find a purpose, was an overwhelming obstacle, especially for a child without a parent or guardian.
Emotions were, and still are, a major weakness in his life. Perhaps that's why he always hated becoming human. To her however, being a human woman, she knew that for him, it's considered a vulnerability to show something so private and genuine.
That's not a sign of being a weakling; there were times when Inuyasha's emotions gave him the vigor to keep on fighting. His anger fueled his actions and a determination came again to motivate him. The exterminator let her eyes soften; she had often used her emotions in battle to keep her from failing. The thirst for revenge kept her from joining her comrades in the netherworld-an act she would sometimes regret-but the hatred against Naraku was stronger and it helped her overcome several situations.
Another similar trait, she thought with a careful look in her face. There were many things that they had in common it seemed. And to believe…she only comprehended it now.
The young slayer kept eyeing him for a time, resting her chin on her arms as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. A little, barely noticeable smile came on her lips. Sango suddenly blinked rapidly a few times as Inuyasha lowered both of his shirts down and wiped a thick brow. Trying to turn her attention to something else, the taijiya tried to feel the temperature as well; it was quite hot out for a day in autumn-which hardly ever occurred.
A little mewling noise made her cock her head right, and lovingly petted Kirara who purred appreciatively. Scooping her into her arms, the slayer went towards him, keeping her dark eyes fixed on his back as he worked.
"Hey—" she started, but a gasp escaped her instead.
Oblivious of the fact that Inuyasha didn't sense or hear her at all-so absorbed in his work-that he flinched and sharply whirled to look at her. "Huh? What?" he asked quickly, eyes practically darting back and forth. The young woman never saw him look so nervous and laughed. Though it had a pleasant tone, it added only more to the hanyou's embarrassment.
"What's so damn funny?" Inuyasha questioned angrily, trying to hide his chagrin.
Seeing right through his guise, the slayer only shook her head and gave him a ginger smile. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to take a break. We can work on it later," she replied coolly but without the indifference. Jumping down before her, the half-demon eyed her with a suspicious gaze, not bothering to convey the fact either.
Frowning a bit, Sango took a hold of his arm and started dragging him away. Inuyasha fumed silently, glaring at the back of her head. What the hell was she doing? The slayer could feel the intense scrutiny he was sending her way, but ignored it. When they reached a particular hut, Sango released him and stepped inside, acting as though nothing happened.
Kirara mewed contentedly, curling up near a corner as Sango took out a kettle.
After collecting the water for the tea, she prepared it and was now taking a slow sip of the drink. The hanyou however, continued glaring. She knew it was to be expected-Inuyasha was Inuyasha after all.
Chastened by his hardened gaze, the slayer pulled out a fan and tapped him lightly on the forehead. Blinking at her a couple of times, Inuyasha rolled his head slightly to the left. "What was that for?"
"You need to relax," she replied casually, pouring the tea into the cups. "It's just me Inuyasha,"
He would've given a sharp retort, a demand of some sort, but held his tongue. There was something about the way she said the end of her sentence. He couldn't put his finger on the exact spot-but it was there. He knew it.
"I know it's only you," the half-demon murmured before he took a sip. Sango opened her eyes, a tinge of wonder mixing with confusion in her chocolate orbs. The taijiya watched him quietly, waiting for him to open his mouth and continue; to her dismay, he remained very silent after that.
oOo
Kagome tapped her foot at a moderate, steady rhythm, keeping her stare on the branches that occasionally rustled. When she saw the monk coming towards her, she made no move to walk over to him, but she did give him a nod of recognition.
"What's the matter, Kagome-san?"
The young girl kept her mouth shut for a few seconds before blurting out her question. "Did you do something to Sango-chan?"
It was apparent that the houshi was taken aback by the question-whether it was because she was right or he wasn't expecting it were unclear. The two let the quite hang for a few minutes, but the tapping of Kagome's foot increased in tempo.
"Did you Miroku?" she asked again.
Exhaling a deep sigh, he sat beside her on the well, eyes closed and arms crossed, appearing to be meditating. "I honestly do not know, Kagome,"
The girl didn't know if it was true; she didn't think Miroku would lie about something-especially concerning Sango; however, there are many things he wouldn't bring up because of how they'd ensue. Even so, she asked him if he was answering honestly.
"I am," was his reply-a little too quickly in her opinion. Then he continued, "However, that wouldn't be the complete truth, would it?"
"You did do something!" she reprimanded, fighting back the urge to slap him.
"It was not intentional Kagome, I assure you." Miroku said calmly, glancing at her with sincerity.
Curious and angry, the girl folded her arms and tossed her head. She continued her interrogation. "So what did you do that was not 'intentional'?"
Again, he sighed. "I groped her,"
Kagome hit him upside the head-not too hard but not gently either.
She couldn't blame him she supposed; he always acted like that with Sango, however, it wasn't a good enough excuse to do something so perverted. It's no wonder she's been so cold and distant towards him.
"Ow! What was that for?" the young man inquired, shifting away from the teenager a couple of inches.
"It was not intentional."
Inwardly, Miroku chuckled at her response. "I understand that, Kagome-san,"
Kagome then cleared her throat and waited for the houshi to keep on with the explanation. "Well? You groped her, and then what?"
"That's where I became confused as well," Miroku responded, his eyes holding a look of wonder.
"And how exactly?"
The monk took the time to choose his next set of words carefully, wondering how to go about it. "Kagome," he began, "have you noticed anything different between our friends?"
This time, the young girl blinked; what's he talking about? "Wait, are you saying?"
"It's a mere guess," he murmured then stood from his spot. "I don't know much, so there's no point in talking about it,"
"Yeah alright, but you still haven't told me what she did after you groped her."
Miroku smiled a bit. "She got angry…but left after that."
"She didn't beat you to a pulp?" Kagome asked incredulously.
"I'm surprised as well that she didn't," Miroku said as he turned to leave.
This was definitely a change of events; Kagome hadn't known the complete story-she assumed that Sango had gotten furious again and beat him up. That's the way it always went down. But now that she was hearing it for herself…that Sango hadn't even laid a hand on him…what exactly was happening with her friends?
"Miroku, tell me more about your 'guess'."
He stopped and looked at her, asking her if she really wished to know his thoughts.
At her nod, he walked back over to her and sat down.
Kagome waited patiently for him to start, her heart thumping as she sharpened her ears, wanting to know precisely what he had to say.
"Kagome, do you think Inuyasha and Sango have something they're hiding?"
"What? Do they have something to hide?"
A chuckled escaped him despite the situation.
"Well, then…we'll begin with the way both of them seem to be…happier."
oOo
Inuyasha wiped another trickle of sweat from his brow, relieved that the gentle breezes were cool enough. Walking towards Sango's hut, he left the pile of wood he gathered beside the door. Entering the abode, he laid himself down on the floor.
Both of them remained quiet still-they hadn't spoken at all since that afternoon and in actuality, the half-demon and exterminator were aching for some topic to be brought.
Sango then glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"
Opening his eyes, the hanyou rolled his head towards her and smirked. "If you want to,"
Blushing furiously, the slayer crossed her arms and huffed. "You're incorrigible, Inuyasha," trying her best to not let a laugh come out. Inuyasha sat up to face her across the fire. "Y'know Sango, you can go ahead; I'll wait till you're done,"
Sango declined and insisted he go first, but he won. Standing up, the woman made her way out and said she'd be back in a little bit. Inuyasha watched her carefully, his tongue heavy and sticking to the roof of his mouth; he didn't know why, but inside he felt that he should've asked her a question before she left. The type of inquiry puzzled him; why would he want to ask Sango if-
Kirara mewed and jumped into his lap.
Caught off by the neko's sudden bounce, the hanyou shrugged and began to stroke her behind the ears. Resting his head against the wall, he tried to remember what the question was. Unfortunately, he couldn't seem to recollect it now.
Sighing at the thought, the hanyou decided that it was his loss now-even though it seemed extremely important…he was sure of that much.
oOo
I was waiting for something, but what? Sango thought with furrowed brows.
There was a certain look in Inuyasha's eyes before she left-it was vague, barely recognizable-but it was there, even she only saw a glimpse.
Was he going to ask me something? The young girl whispered in her mind, her dark tendrils loose, allowing them to frame her face as they moved within the waters depths. Surfacing again, she didn't stop the heavy sigh that slipped her lips.
Cupping her hands, Sango splashed her face and rinsed her hair, all the while wondering why she kept thinking that her hanyou friend was going to speak. There was no need for it, no reason why. She supposed it was wishful thinking as some would call it; it didn't seem like that however.
"Sango, you're losing your mind," the taijiya murmured as she dried her hair.
Slipping into a haori and yukata she picked up at another hut, the exterminator frowned slightly; these were at least one size too small. Maybe even two since the yukata went an inch below the knees. Gods, she wasn't having much luck this evening.
"I guess this'll have to do," Sango mumbled.
Heading back over to the hut they were residing in, the young slayer greeted the half-demon-and she noticed his honey-hued eyes light up in curiosity.
"Oh, uh," she stumbled slightly. "I grabbed a change of clothes that apparently aren't mine-that's why it's showing more skin than I would've liked it to."
"I see," Inuyasha replied nonchalantly. Rising to his feet, he began to walk out door and halted just a foot outside. "It looks good on you," the hanyou told her. He smirked a bit when a pink blush rushed to her face-he never got tired of it.
Before the young exterminator could say anything, her friend had already left.
"He always has to do that to me,"
Petting a Kirara that had already jumped into her lap, Sango smiled lightly.
It doesn't aggravate her in the least when he teases her; as a child, however, she never liked being picked on. Particularly about being a girl. Everyone used to do it; for the young boys thought that a girl would never prove to be a worthy enough slayer.
And she proved them wrong…and she proved them right.
Sango sighed again. "Kirara?"
The cat meowed.
"Do you think I still let father down? And the others?"
Tilting her head, the feline tried to comfort her, nuzzling against her mistress's cheek and giving soft little mewls. The taijiya continued to pet her lifelong companion, trying to soothe some inner pain by stroking Kirara. It wasn't really working, but it seemed a good enough attempt.
Burying her face into her arms, Kirara shifted closer into her side.
Neither of them was completely aware that Inuyasha was still by the door.
oOo
It was very quiet when the young woman finally woke up; the sun was already shining brightly through the small window in the corner, filtering golden pools on the floor. Sango blinked once and rubbed her eyes to rid of the sleepiness. She felt fine, but with a heavy weight that burdened itself on her shoulders.
Scowling now, she stood up from her futon and headed out. Sango blinked again when she saw Inuyasha hanging her clothes on a line. Looking down, the taijiya suddenly recalled that she grabbed a wrong change of clothes. Walking slowly over to him, she stopped a couple of feet before reaching him completely.
"Good morning," she said tentatively.
The hanyou looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "You mean 'afternoon' sleepy-head,"
"I was asleep for that long?!" she asked in shock.
Inuyasha waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, don't worry though; I did most of the stuff."
Looking about, she noticed that he did do practically everything. A little bit of guilt began to gnaw at her gut. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't think so,"
Sango then kneeled down and lifted up her haori. "Can I at least help you with the rest?"
"Sure, knock yourself out," he replied casually and casted another smirk. Watching her every couple seconds out of his peripheral vision, Inuyasha wondered if he should bring the matter up-the one she discussed with Kirara. It seemed like it was none of his business, but he promised himself that if she had a problem, he'd be there to listen.
He wasn't sure about her however; if she truly did want to talk about it, Sango would've done so last night.
A tension began to build-growing every second but without the knowledge of the two. Inuyasha's usual scowl had returned, a somber expression turning around on Sango's features. Suddenly they both whirled to face the other, hanyou and taijiya having their mouths open and ready to speak. They stopped short at the look the other was giving them.
Shutting their jaws again, they waited for a while. When neither one seemed willing to go, Inuyasha sat down and crossed his arms. Sango was confused at the change in his demeanor-what was he going to say? It seemed like last night all over again.
"Inuyasha…?" the young woman whispered softly, and sat beside him. When he didn't face her, Sango touched his shoulder, shaking him gently.
"What?" he snapped.
The demon exterminator had to bite down her tongue-he might be her friend and confidante, but there was no way she'd let him talk like that to her.
"Are you angry with me?"
"No; why do ask that?"
"It seems that way to me," she replied indignantly but made sure to keep a polite tone.
Sniffing arrogantly, the hanyou cocked his head. "I don't know how it does,"
"Look," she said, trying to keep her ire in check. "Just tell me what's bothering you,"
Inuyasha laid down on his back, folding his arms behind his head. He remained silent for a moment or two before sliding his golden oculars over to her. "I can't put it into words why,"
"You can't or you won't?" she questioned.
Chuckling softly, he shook his head. "The first one, Sango,"
Hearing him laugh a bit broke some of the tension in the atmosphere; hopefully it'd continued getting lighter. Lying down beside him, but with her head propped up on a raised arm so she could watch him. "You can try though; right?"
Another soundless minute.
"You confuse me," he announced finally.
Blinking at the statement, she looked carefully at him. "I confuse you?"
At his nod, she asked him how. The silver-haired man opened an eye. "You just do,"
"I asked you 'how?'"
"You feel guilt for everything it seems," he started. He paused for a brief second, thinking she'd argue-but did not. "You're human, and as such, it's only natural that you'd feel exhausted, emotionally and physically,"
Where was he going with this? Was the maiden's first question. Careful not to give any indication to the discomfort she felt, Sango urged him to go on.
"All I'm saying is, you don't have to be so self-deprecating, y'know?"
Sango slid her eyes towards the blue sky. "I understand…but,"
The hanyou raised himself as well, moving his face closer to the slayer's; Inuyasha stared at her dark eyes, honest and undeceiving like a child's. It seemed ironic-for she didn't possess the body of a young girl at all. Still…he loved looking at them. Brushing a lock of her dark tresses behind her ear, he skimmed her delicate skin and nibbled her earlobe.
"No 'buts'," he murmured. With the small nod she gave, he withdrew from her and stood up. Offering his hand, she took it and he pulled her with ease. "Well, we better finish this," he said with a gruff tone. Giggling a little, Sango agreed and helped him put the rest of the wet clothes on the line.
oOo
A nip was followed by a moan; a caress from his claws made her sigh.
The hanyou opened his honey-colored orbs, glad that her crying had ceased again. There was no rational explanation for it: but sometime during the night, he heard her heart-beat increase, almost to the point where he could practically dance to the palpitating notes.
His slayer was covered in cold sweat, and he had to soothe the fears away. Until they seemed to have faltered, only did he lay her back down-allowing her to drag him down with her.
"You're alright now?" he inquired softly, combing his fingers through her silky hair.
She merely nodded, closing her eyes as she pressed her face into his chest. "I'm sorry," was her muffled reply. Inuyasha didn't reprimand her, simply nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck.
"There's nothing to apologize for," he reassured her calmly. "It's not your fault the nightmares returned of a sudden."
"I just…" the exterminator whispered, absentmindedly trailing a slim digit along his chest. "I thought they were going to end…"
"Nothing ever truly goes away," he answered solemnly, sliding his palm up and down her arm-she felt cold. Shifting her body towards him, Sango placed her head on his ribs, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The demon slayer contemplated his reasoning-knowing he was correct; some things just never disappeared for good.
That still didn't mean that people couldn't try.
"Inuyasha?" she asked nervously, gripping his arm more firmly.
She didn't need to hear him speak to know she had his attention, so she went on. "I want to ask you something…"
"What is it?" he kept his tone as equally quiet as hers.
"When we return tomorrow, do you think the others will confront us finally?"
"What makes you think that, Sango?"
She'd been feeling it since last night really-a type of uneasiness. There was something her instincts were telling her and since Inuyasha seemed to be in tune with himself, she merely assumed he'd sensed it too.
Perhaps she was wrong.
"I don't know what, but it's something like worry," she murmured to him as she propped herself up, pulling her legs to her chest.
Sitting up shortly after her, the hanyou leaned himself against a raised knee, staring at her inquisitively. "Worry?" Inuyasha questioned himself, his expression thoughtful before he looked at the woman. "You want to elaborate a bit,"
Sango shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know really Inuyasha; it's an intuition of what might happen. You've sensed things like that before, have you not?"
"Yeah, I guess, but those are rare occasions."
Smiling a little to herself, the taijiya gave him another curt nod, and placed her back onto the futon. The half-demon took a long watchful look at the woman, gingerly tracing her face and stopping beneath her chin.
Dark but beautiful pools eyed him silently, a lovely smirk curving her lips as she entwined her slim fingers through his. Sango fell asleep instantly, but the half-demon couldn't seem to get sleep to claim him. So Inuyasha remained as quiet as possible, pulling the covers closer to her body.
What if she was right?
He didn't tell her but there was definitely going to be a conflict when they went back tomorrow morning. And he didn't tell her something else; he forgot to do it again.
He forgot to tell her he loved her.
And now, with the dawn approaching rapidly, he wasn't sure if fate would allow him now.
oOo
"Inuyasha! Sango-chan!" Kagome shouted happily as she waved enthusiastically. "Glad to see you're back,"
As soon as they landed, their companions were there to greet them already. The silver-haired male gave them a grunt as his usual hello, and the exterminator nodded with a wave.
"Nice to see you too Inuyasha," Kagome replied placidly with her hands on her hips. Turning towards Sango, she asked the basic questions Kaede would normally enquire. Sango felt apprehensive as she chatted with Kagome again-the wariness was still present.
But again, she was able to feign ignorance quite well-and the girl wasn't bothered in the least.
The day passed by quickly, and before they realized it, night had settled again.
"What the fuck?!" Inuyasha growled concededly. "I didn't shorten Sango's journey just so we could stay here the entire damn time,"
Kagome imputed him with a wiggle of her finger. "Oh stop it; ever thought Kirara would like to rest?"
"She rested fine at Sango's village!" the hanyou spat angrily, tucking his arms into his sleeves. "We could've left earlier you lazy in-"
"Sit." the miko said casually.
Inuyasha gave up, knowing that it was no use arguing with the girl; what she wants, she gets.
Kagome stood from her spot and cantered over to the melancholy hanyou, showing him a delightful grin. "C'mon, I promise we'll leave tomorrow,"
The half-demon sat up and glared at her. "You guys just don't wanna look for the shards anymore do ya?"
"Of course we do Inuyasha; I was merely thinking of Kirara's sake." Obviously she wasn't going to speak of the topic further since Kagome turned away; but the young half-demon wasn't going to give up and started questioning her. And once more, he fell on his face.
Sango watched them closely; her elegant brows knitted together a bit. So far, nothing's happened-all seems normal to them and it took Sango all her effort not to sigh heavily in relief. There's always a quiet before a storm after all.
"Hey, Sango-chan?" the young priestess inquired.
"Yes?"
"We both know we won't get a chance to bathe once we start traveling, so would you like to join me in the hot springs?"
The taijiya almost declined, but thought against it; it would definitely look strange should she say 'no'. Besides, there wasn't much harm a simple bath wouldn't do. As she nodded, Kagome tossed her friend a towel while Sango threw a cold stare towards Miroku.
"I would never," the monk said with an injured façade.
Rolling her eyes, the slayer was off with the miko. Inuyasha then turned to Miroku, fighting to urge to claw his eyes out-even if he wasn't doing anything. "She'll beat your ass if you try y'know,"
"But it'll be worth it, wouldn't it?" Miroku replied with a devilish leer.
Scoffing in disgust, he turned away; the houshi still had irreverence for women it appeared.
"Hopefully that perverted monk won't try and peep," Kagome told Sango out loud.
Sango nodded in agreement. "He certainly does like interfering with our baths,"
Both leaned back against the mound, sighing in contentment as they're muscles relaxed underneath the steaming water. Kagome glanced at her friend, a brow raised as she offered the shampoo. As they rinsed their hair, the younger maiden blinked at what she discovered.
"Hey Sango, what's this bite mark?"
The exterminator froze inwardly, cursing herself as she pretended to make her expression one of surprise. Sliding her eyes downward, she noticed that the bite mark was on her side, and tried thinking of an explanation.
"I guess Kirara bit me too hard,"
Examining it more, the girl shook her head in response. "It doesn't look like Kirara's bite marks. They seem a little too big to be her teeth,"
Sango knew that she'll be found it any second and rose from the spot, splashing water around her and rocks in the process. Leaving her friend with no words, the slayer gathered her clothes and bounded off into the thick vegetation.
The priestess blinked rapidly a couple of times, trying to contemplate what had just occurred. She didn't want to believe it…but that was the only reason clear enough. Kagome suddenly burst forth and shouted as the forest shook.
"Inuyasha, you bastard!"
