Kakashi glanced down, his reflection stared back at him with a disappointed look, and he sighed. He dunked his whole body into the cold river, before bursting out of the surface. He hugged himself and shivered as a cold wind blew across his frame. He sneezed. Hearing Kagome's soft laugh behind him, a groan escaped his lips.

"You're enjoying this." He stated.

"Of course." She bluntly answered.

"Then why don't you join me? I'm sure it will be more entertaining for you if you do." He asked, a smirk appeared on his face.

"Me? In that cold water? I don't think so." She objected. He mumbled to himself, and she just continued to laugh at his discomfort. "You have no one to blame but yourself on this one." She told him. "You stink, and you have bad luck." He could hear her shifting in the branch behind him. "I mean-- Hot springs are not everywhere, and I couldn't stand your stink any longer."

"So I'm taking a bath is this river just for your comfort?" He asked, looking at her over his shoulder. She had her eyes close, but her ears were twitching to every sound, and her tail sway underneath the branch in amusement. There was a long pause and a sly smirk slowly crept onto her lips.

"Yes." She stated.

He rolled his eyes, and turned back around. This is how she treats him? And after he was so nice to her the other day… He sighed as he rubbed the cold liquid on his bare chest. He then cupped some water into his hands, and splashed it onto his face. Feeling his fingers graze his scar he stopped. The image of Kagome reaching up and touching the same scar with her soft and tiny hands, showed itself into his mind. A small blush appeared over his cheeks. The wind picked up and Goosebumps dotted his skin. He sneezed. Kagome's laughter fell into his ears again, and he groaned… again.

"Don't forget to wash your filthy clothes too." She reminded him. "The bath wouldn't matter if you put dirty clothes back on."

He held back another groan and he slid his hands down his face in frustration. Could this day get any worse? There was a long pause as he waited for an answer. The cold air picked up yet again, sending a chilling wind down his body. He sneezed.


Kakashi was walking through the forest, wearing his clean but drenched clothing. He glanced at Kagome out of the corner of his eye. She seemed the same, focusing on the path ahead. He noticed she was a little more tense then usual. Before, she masked her movements and emotions well, but because he was with her for so long he could easily read her. She still was able to hide many secrets, but she was almost completely relaxed around him. He was glad she trusted him so much-- He sneezed.

The sneeze made him feel lightheaded, and he fumbled slightly. He raised his hand to his face and sighed. Seeing her turn towards him, he decided to speak up.

"You look tense." He told her. She was shocked at first, but quickly recovered.

"It seems you caught me." She smiled. He smirked underneath his mask. "There are many bandits in this area. They have been ambushing travelers, so it would be best to stay away from the main path for awhile."

Ah, so that's why we are not on the path. He paused and placed his hand underneath his chin in thought. Why is she worrying about bandits right now? She never use to care before? She wouldn't even warn him about such things and let him find out on his own, when they burst into our path, wanting his blood-- He stopped in his thoughts and a smirk appeared on his face.

"You're worried about me." He stated. He immediately saw the blush spread over her nose and his smirk widened.

"N-No!" She snorted. "Of course not. Why would I worry about a jerk like you?" She snapped back. "I just don't want you bleeding all over the place--"

"Right…" He chuckled and her blush spread down her neck. Her embarrassment only made him laugh harder. His laughter made his throat dry, and he coughed, feeling winded.

"You alright?" She asked him. He felt her place her hand on his arm, and he turned to look at her. Seeing concern flowing through her red orbs, his cheeks got flushed and he turned away.

"I'm fine." He told her.

She seemed uncertain with his answer, but did not press it any further. She turned back around and continued walking. He walked beside her, his hands inside his pockets. A gust of wind blew across the area. He sneezed.


"It's almost sundown. Do you think it would be wise to set up camp?" He asked.

"I wish to get out of this forest as quick as possible. We can rest in the nearest town." She told him.

"I see…" He didn't question her, and for that she was glad.

Truth be told, she was worried about the human. There was more then just one group of bandits in this area. Even if they went off the dirt road, there was a high chance they will still run into trouble. These demons are high-C class ranking. They are much tougher then the others he has faced. He might not be able to handle a group of them attacking him at once. He glanced at her companion out of the corners of her eyes. He sighed, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly, and his feet dragged the ground. She noticed he seemed to be a little under the weather today, so getting out of this forest would be the best idea for him right now.

Her ears perked up. The sound of mumbles was ahead of them. She reached her hand out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Is something--" She placed her finger over her lips. He got the hint, and just stared at her. She closed her eyes, concentration. Shuffling, banging…

"3--No." She paused as the sound of laughter hit her ear. "5." She sighed and opened her eyes. "It would be best if we avoided them." She let go of his arm. "But this is the fastest route to get to the town…"

"We could sneak by them?" He suggested.

She nodded, liking his opinion. They needed to get out of this forest and she didn't feel like fighting any demons today. She jumped into the air, and landed in the trees above them. He soon followed and they started hopping from one branch to the other, going towards the camp.

When they arrived she stopped and observed them. There were five of them just like she thought. They've already set up a camp fire while laughing and boosting about the raids they accomplished today. She wanted to snort at their arrogance. Kagome looked around, seeing a few large sacks off to the side, and a chest. Must be their 'booty'. She leaned over and whispered into Kakashi's ear.

"They are weak, and should be easy to by pass."

"Right--Ahchoo!" He sneezed. His eye went wide, and Kagome slowly turned her head, looking at him like he was a complete moron-- and he was. The demons stood up and yelled to each other, pointing at our hiding place. She reached over and slapped Kakashi in the chest.

"Idiot." She whispered. He just laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. She rolled her eyes and jumped down from her spot, dragging him behind her. All the bandits growled at them and she turned to him. She patted his back, smiling. "Go get'em tiger." She cheered. Well, he deserved it for blowing their cover. She just laughed as he walked in front of them and lifted his headband up, revealing his red eye, and sighed.

The demons laughed at him, and two of them charged head on. He raised his hands and did multiple hand signals. After he was done, a familiar ball of fire flew at them just as they came within arms reach. They easily disintegrated and Kagome clapped her hands at his accomplishment. Maybe she was wrong? He can handle himself just fine.

Kagome's ears twitched, picking up laboring breathing. She glanced at Kakashi and saw him hunched over, breathing very heavily. She was about to ask him if he was alright, but the other three demons ran for him, fuelled by anger and hate for killing their comrades. He raised his weapon and blocked their moves. She was impressed that he was so skilled he could block three different demons charging at once.

She soon realized something was wrong. He started to make mistakes, and almost got hit, but dodged just in time. He was being over powered and pushed back into the tree line, cornered. The demons laughed as they surrounded him. She thought he was just pulling them into a false sense of security, but then Kakashi suddenly fell onto his knee. He was taking large gulps of air, as if he was having difficulty breathing. What's he doing? Move! Kagome's heart stopped as she saw the demons raise their swords into the air, going to decapitate him. Her blood heated up, and her feet moved on their own, dashing forward.

She appeared in front of him, and raised her arms, blocking the attacks just as they brought their weapons down. Her arms were cut, but she didn't care, she was to busy seeing red. Her eyes bled in rage, her fangs enlarged and a deep rumble flowed out of her body. The demons shivered as her aura increased, clashing against their weaker ones. She glared at them as they looked upon her in pure horror. They dropped their weapons and backed up in fear. She growled at their retreating backs, before snorting. Fools-- A heavy thump behind her made her eyes go wide, snapping her out of her rage. She turned around as saw Kakashi passed out on the grassy floor.

"Kakashi!" She called to him and kneeled down. She rolled him over onto his back. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy. She reached up and touched his forehead. He's burning up…

She cursed. How could he be sick!? She sighed, trying to calm down. She'll think about it later, for now she has to make him comfortable and lower his temperature right away. She picked him up, making sure to be very gentle. Placing him near the fire, she looked around. Seeing the loot they left behind, she smiled to herself before walking towards it.

She opened the first bag and was greeted with nothing but gold and jewelry. They must have raided some traveling merchants. She growled and pushed it aside. Useless. The next bag wasn't any better. It held many articles of clothing-- She got an idea and smirked. Grabbing a few cotton shirts she started to tear them into patches and strips. After she was done she laid the ripped up clothing aside.

Opening the next bag she came across a bunch of furs. At fist she was disgusted, most of them were of her own kin. Then she stopped her ramblings and quickly gathered what she could and ran over to the sickly human. She started to lay them onto the grass beside him, knowing it would be better then sleeping on the cold dirt. After she was done layering the ground, she moved him unto the furs. She then placed a larger piece next to his body for later use.

She ran back over to the bag and hoped to find something else that was useful. She sighed when she came upon more jewelry. Who carries around sacks of gold? Realizing she looked through all the bags she growled. There must be more-- She grinned to herself when she saw the chest. She walked to it, kneeling down in front of it. It was large and had an unknown demon symbol on it. Must belong to the bandits. She sighed when she noticed the lock. She reached up, crushing the rusty thing, and it easily crumbled in her hands. She opened the chest and looked around.

"Daggers… Arrows… Eww--" She pulled out a moldy sock and threw it away from her. Nasty!

She looked back in the chest and her eyes lit up when she saw some bowls, spoons, and pots. She pulled them out and placed them on the ground beside her. She then pulled out a jar. She raised an eyebrow before opening it. Her tail wagged back and forth in joy when she found a lot of herbs, spices, dried meats and some spirit vegetables. This will be great to help him recover! She pulled out a spirit radish and smirked when it woke up, hissing at her in displeasure. She placed the devil thing back into the jar, and closed the lid. Gathering all the necessary items, she placed them in a pile for later while grabbing one of the wooden bowls, and a large cooking pot.

She used her hearing to locate the river, and used her demon speed to make it without having trouble. She dunked the bowl and pot, into the cooling waters then ran back. She had to go much slower, for fear of spilling the water. She finally arrived and sighed in relief when no demons were around. She was worried they would attack him while she was away. She could no longer resurrect barriers, now that her miko powers were gone.

She grabbed a handful of torn cloth and walked over to the campfire.

She places the pot directly into the fire. It was a handmade demon pot, so she knew it was very sturdy. She watched the water stir inside the pot, before it starting to bubble. She smiled. After a few moments she turned around and walked over to the sickly human.

She kneeled down next to him. She gently removing his headband, vest, and took off his shirt, being careful not to scratch him with her claws. Seeing a skin-tight, sleeveless undershirt that stretched up forming his mask, she sighed. She figured it would be best to leave it. She wanted him to be comfortable, but she would only take off his mask if he said it was okay. Reaching beside her, she dipped a large piece of cloth into the bowl of water, before placing unto his forehead. She grabbed the fur she placed aside, and laid it unto his sleeping form.

Leaving him to his rest, she went back to her pile of things and picked out the jar, opening it. Standing in front of the pot, she started pulling out selected items. First starting with the meat, and plopped it into the boiling water. Then came some spices, and herbs to help with the taste. Lastly she pulled out a spirit vegetable. It hissed at her and she growled back. She threw it into the air, and cut it into several bite sized pieces, before they fell into the pot. She did this several times, making sure he got all the right veggies. Can't feed him the wrong ones, some of them are poisonous to humans after all. She then closed the jar and laid it beside her.

She raised her hands, noticing the cuts from before were already healed. She sighed in disappointment. Guess she has to do everything herself-- She slit her wrist, watching the blood seep out of the wound. Reaching out, she placed her hand over the steaming pot. Her blood drained down her hand, before dripping off her fingers and into the boiling water. After several seconds of this, she placed her injured wrist to her lips, and licked the wound clean. When the blood was all gone, she sighed in relief and sat beside Kakashi.

Man, all this trouble just because he decided to get sick? Kagome looked upon his sickly form. His face was flushed, though you can barely tell from the mask. He was breathing harshly. She reached over and grabbed the rag while checking his forehead. And he was still hot-- She blushed when she realized what she just thought. She dipped the warm rag into the cooling waters, before placing it back unto its spot. She tilted her head as she looked at his face more closely. Well, he is rather good looking, even in his state. Her blush deepened and she turned her head away.

A delicious smell wafted into her nose and she smiled. Grabbing one of the left over bowls and spoons, she made her way to the pot. She dipped the spoon into the stew and placed it next to her lips. After taking a small sample, she nodded in her approval. The soup was done. She looked behind her and at Kakashi. He was still passed out-- She smiled to herself before placing the bowl safely away from the fire, and sitting back down next to him. It can wait till he wakes up, he needs his rest.

After several minutes, his breathing finally started to calm down and even out. She sighed in relief. As she watched his chest rising and falling she started to wonder: How did he get sick? The sound of Kakashi sneezing and the rushing water went into her mind. It was the river, that's what made him sick. She flinched when she realized she was the one who caused this. She wanted him to bathe in the cold river, and because of her selfishness, he was sick. She was an idiot. How could she let her companion get sick?! She was starting to feel guilty--

A soft groan broke her thoughts, and she quickly turned her head. He slowly opened his eye and looked around. His gaze finally fell unto her. She reached out and grabbed the rag, before dipping it into the bowl.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice raspy and cracked. She wanted to wince at the sound, and a sharp pain hit her chest. Resisting the urge to clinch her shirt, she placed the rag back on his forehead.

"I saved you from getting killed." She told him. She watched his orb change, having a distance look upon them. She knew he was replaying the events, trying to figure it out. After a few seconds he started to push himself off of the fur covered ground. She didn't stop him, but instead helped him to sit up by placing her hand on his back, and grabbing the rag before it fell. "You should try and rest a little more." She gave him some advice. She knew she could not force him. It was not her call to tell him what to do or not to do. That's what got him sick in the first place. Though she did not stop him, that does not mean she was not concerned --

"I'm fine." He told her.

"You're sick." She stated. "And if you haven't already noticed-- You're too weak to go anywhere." She paused and looked at the pot.

Watching the steam rise out of the top, she sighed and got up. She walked over to it and dipped the bowl into the stew. The whole time he was watching her carefully. She walked back and kneeled down next to him. After stirring the spoon around the bowl, to cool it down, she pulled out a mouth full. She placed the spoon in front of him and he looked at her strangely.

"It's not poisoned." She informed him. He looked at the spoon, then back at her. "I promise." She could tell he was smirking underneath his mask, she couldn't help but smile at him. He looked around the area before landing his gaze back to her.

"You stole from the bandits?" He asked.

"I didn't steal from them. I'm just borrowing them. It isn't stealing until I leave the area with the stuff, and we can't do that until you get better." She stated. He started to chuckle at her words. In the middle of his small laugh he coughed, and she quickly put the food away, moving her hand onto his chest. He just silently watched her as she checked him. "You should take it easy, you're congested." She placed her other hand onto his forehead. "And your fever is not going down." She put both of her hands under his neck, checking his limp nodes, then his pulse. "You're heart his beating rapidly and your throat is not improving." She sighed putting her hand onto her lap, looking at him. "So you either eat my food or you risk getting worse." She grabbed the food and placed another helping next to his face.

"I can feed myself." He told her.

"Fine." She put the spoon back into the bowl and placed the wooden cup into his hand. She turned her back to him, and sighed. There was a few seconds of him shifting, before she heard him take a sip.

"It has a strange taste to it..." He informed her while taking another slurp.

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's probably from the blood I put into it." She instantly heard him spew the food out of his mouth, and food particles flew off to her right. She resisted the urge to laugh at him.

"I thought you said this wasn't poisoned."

"It's my blood." She stated.

"And?"

"I'm not diseased." She shook her head in disappointment. Feeling his gaze bore unto her back, she laughed. "My blood won't hurt you. In fact-- It's the opposite." She told him. "My demon blood will help fight the sickness that is in your body, and probably bring your fever down very quickly." She laid back down on the grassy floor and closed her eyes. "It will help you get better, along with the other ingredients: Meat from a demon oxen, and spirit vegetables." She paused. "Don't worry, that stuff won't hurt you either. Most of the things I found were used to cure poison, or other things demons could need, but it could be used for human sickness as well if you mix them correctly." There was long silence, and she sighed. "Either you eat this, and we can leave in the morning, or you can continue to be sick and you're going to have to stay here for a few days. Your choice." After a few more moments she heard slurping, and she smiled. She was glad he was eating. He needed to regain his strength and feel better.

Minutes passed, and she heard grass rustling. Figuring he was done with his food she sat up, turning around. She looked at him, taking in his condition. His hair was still unkempt, but it was sloppier then usually. His left eye was closed, but his right was watching her closely. His face was flushed and his breathing was less labored. Her red orbs fell unto his narrow jaw line, and down to his slightly parted lips. Her eyes widened when she realized his face was still uncovered. She took in his appearance and she couldn't help but stare. He was so handsome... She blushed beat red and turned her head.

"Find something you like?" He asked. Though his voice was back to normal already, she could hear the gloating tone in his words.

"Shut up." She ordered and she could hear him chuckle. He blushed deepened. Leaning forward suddenly, she softly headbutted him while placing one of her hands on his chest, and the other onto his neck. His laughing immediately stopped, and his flush deepened, embarrassed by the closeness. "You're not coughing, that means your showing signs of improving already." Closing her eyes she concentrated. "Your voice is less dry, but your fever is still high." She paused while sighing, purposely letting her hot breath brush across his unguarded face. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting his own. Seeing confusion and something else held within his orbs, she had to hold down a grin. "Your heart is beating wildly-- but I don't think it's because you're sick..." She smirked when he pulled away from her and coughed in uneasiness. "That aside. Do you feel any better?" He did not answer but just looked at her, deep in thought. She leaned back, placing her tail unto her lap. "Your fever is not going down yet, so you should rest--"

"Why are you being so nice?" He asked. She blinked, confused, before looking at his face, which held a smirk--Wow, he looks so sexy like that-- She resisted the urge to blush yet again. "Could it be you are actually worried about me?" This time she did blush, and she turned her head away to hide it.

"Why would I worry over a jerk like you?" She replied with her usual answer, to that particular question.

"I don't know-- Maybe you like me?" Her blush deepened and she could hear him laughing.

"Humans are just a pain in the ass. You're slowing us down." She shifted in her spot. "So hurry up and get better, so we can get moving again." She watched his smirk widen and he slowly laid back down.

"Yeah, what was I thinking? You wouldn't possibility be worried about me." He placed his hands under his head and stared at the sky. "I mean-- You just searched through the bandits stuff. Got me comfortable. Made me a meal and all of this while I was passed out." He paused. "There's no way you would be concerned about me." A small growl escaped her lips and she huffed. He just chuckled at her childlike behavior.

"I hate you..." She mumbled.

"Oh, yes. People ask others if they are feeling okay, because they hate that person."

That arrogant, fat headed, idiot! She growled, clinching her jaw in frustration. He thinks he knows everything, and is so~o smart! She snorted, gazing upon his resting face. Look at him-- thinks he can just nap whenever he wants to-- Though she did tell him to rest, that doesn't mean he can just start taking her advice, then stuffing it into her face! Can't he just be nice for once?!-- An image of him holding her in his embrace, while she wept against his chest, made her stop her ranting. She suppose he was rather nice to her back then... She watched his chest rise and fall, and her eyes slowly gazed over in thought.

She was taking care of him--Was this her way of repaying him? She shook her head and sighed. No. She never even thought of her actions as payment for the other night. She just...did it. Her eyes softened as she looked upon his resting form. He was weak, and needed her help and she just instantly went to him without a second throughout. Next thing she knows she's looking at his uncovered face, and asking him if he's feeling better. She grumbled and covered her own face with her hand in frustration. What is wrong with her?

Maybe you like me?

She blushed and shook her head side to side. Of course not! That would be stupid! She lowered her hand and looked at him, once more. Her--? Falling for someone like him?! He is rather handsome-- Kakashi sighed, and scratched his head. Her heart sped up and her face got heated-- No! She mentally shook her head. It's been over 3,000 years since that day, and she was never going to let something like that happen again. She swore she was never going to hurt anyone-- The human's form was suddenly overlapped by an image of a sliver haired demon, a sword sticking out of his chest. Her eyes widened and she instinctively flinched away from the sight. The image disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving her stunned. Tears welded in her eyes and she turned her head.

Inuyasha...

"If I tried to kill you, would you defend yourself?" She suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm not in the best condition-- could you attack me later? You know, save your plans of killing me for when I'm healthier?" He mumbled, opening his eye and looking at her. He was smirking, and she couldn't help but smile at his words. His face got serious rather quickly, as he looked upon her face. Probably noticed the tears.

"Let me rephrase that." She retracted her question. "If someone dear to you, someone you loved attacked you: Would you defend yourself?" There was a long pause as he thought over the question, searching her face. No doubt he wants to know why she is asking such a crazy question. "Would you--" She paused, hesitating. "Kill him?" There was a tense silence between them until he finally spoke.

"I am not completely sure…" His voice trailed off. "I would be very shocked at first. Then confused, betrayed, hurt." He sighed. "But I would still defend myself. If this person wishes me dead, then he is not who I thought he was. Someone trying to kill me doesn't really fit into the 'friend' category." He looked at her seriously. "But I am not sure if I would have killed him. Only someone that wishes to live, and has much more strength then I, can kill someone they loved."

She stared at him, shocked. After a few moments she turned her head away. She wasn't really expecting him to answer her like that. He was so serious, yet he complimented her--? In his own way of course. He knows she was talking about herself. Whether he realized who she was taking about or not-- She paused. He was smart, very smart, probably knows who, but it didn't matter to him. He tried to make her feel better and he answered truthfully. Looking into his gaze, she had the strangest feeling, as if she needed to tell him…

"I did not hate him. Even now, I do not hate him. " Lowering her gaze to the ground, she sighed. "I could never hate him-- I loved him." She confessed. "I wanted to marry, have children, grow old-- But I guess he had other plans." She paused. "That didn't include me breathing." She added, a small smile on her face. After a long silence, she closed her eyes in thought. " 'Is power really worth it?' I thought. 'To betray the people that loves you... Is getting stronger going to erase all the bad that you did?' I wanting the answer, so I trained--" She opened her red orbs and stared at him. "No--" She growled. "Strength does not make the pain go away. It's all a lie and you are left with nothing." She snorted and turned away. "That and utter boredom, because everyone is so weak they never put up a fight-- I mean really--! It's been over 2,000 years since I battled with a real challenge and everyone else just runs away--! And don't get me started with the damn--" The sound of laughter broke her rant, and she turned her head.

"And here I thought you were depressed. Suddenly you get frustrated and start ranting to me..." She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, he just chuckled. After the laughter died down, he spoke. "The one who was at the grave..." His question faded, showing his concern.

"Yes." She knew he would figure it out. Probably did a long time ago. "I killed him." She told him. "He wanted power, and let his demon blood over take him. The power consumed him, and he went after me, wanting more." She snorted and shifted in her spot. "Like I would just hand over something like that--" She mumbled to herself. He looked at her, slightly confused, but did not say anything. "He lunged for me and I stabbed him in the heart with his own sword." She paused, remembering the look on his face as he took his last breath. Pure hatred. "My mind went blank, and the next thing I knew I woke up in that area with the sword sticking out of the ground beside me and his body was gone."

She reached out, staring at her clawed hand, flexing it. The sword rejected her, and she couldn't figure out why, until she looked at herself. She smiled, remembering looking at her hands, seeing the claws and screaming into the air in terror. Then she noticed the tail, felt the ears, and she passed out. She smirked at her fond memories, before sighing. The jewel is such a strange thing. It has a mind of it's own...

"Hmm..." Hearing him hum out loud, she looked back up at him. "I am actually surprised..."

"Oh?" She questioned. He couldn't be surprised she killed someone-- maybe surprised that she killed the one she loves? She didn't know, and soon her fox nature started to kick in and she got curious. "Surprised about what?" Seeing the grin on his face she knew she was going to regret asking...

"You actually fell in love? Never thought I would see the day when an angry person like you could find someone to tolerate your presences long enough--" Her face got red with both anger and embarrassment, and he laughed at her.

"I bet you don't even have a girlfriend." He immediately stopped laughing-- and she smirked, knowing she was right. "So I was correct when I said 'only those who cannot get the real thing, read those types of books.' " She paused when he did not reply. "Wait a minute are you--" She did a fake gap and placed her hand over her lips. "Are you a virgin!?" Seeing his blush she started to bust into laugher. She laughed and laughed, until her sides hurt and she was crying. After a few minutes she was finally able to pull herself together.

"I am just waiting for the right one..." He made up and excuse.

"That was so cheesy!" She told him.

"Oh? What is your excuse? And don't tell me your not-- because you are..." He laughed when she blushed at his words.

"I am just waiting for the right one..." She made up and excuse.

"That's what I just said." He objected. She snorted at his comment.

"From girls it's cute, but from you that was just lame..." As she was laughing at him, she felt something grab a hold of her tail, and start stroking it. Her eyes went wide before she looked at him. He was petting her tail, sending tingles of pleasure all through her body. Her face got flushed, and she shivered. Seeing the smirk on his face, she glared at him.

"I hate you..." She purred out.

"Of course you do..."


Feeling someone place their hand onto his forehead, he sighed, knowing it was her.

"Fever is down." He heard her mumble. She placed her hand next to his neck. "Not as swollen..." She then placed her other hand on his chest. "Heart has slowed..."

So she is still worried about him? Even after last night? Though he must admit, it was mostly his fault and he did disserve it, but that doesn't mean last night wasn't strange.

She helps him. Then asks him a question, which leads him to the unanswered question of who was at that grave. Then she pulls a fast one, and asked him a personal question. Which caused him to retaliate and touch her, where he knew she did not like being touched, and he got slapped for it. Now, she is checking to see if he is still sick, wish surprises him. After that nice wallop, he believed she really did hate him. His cheek still is stinging after all--Hmm... If her slaps are this painful, he wondered what a punch or a kick would feel like-- Hope he never gets the chance to find out.

After she was done checking on him, he figured it was time for him to wake up. He slowly opened his eye, finding himself staring into deep red. He then sat up, stretching.

"Good Morning." She greeted him with a smile. He found himself smiling back, enjoying the greeting, but he felt kind of guilty, he never has greeted her back-- "Everything seems to be normal again so..." She trailed off and turned her head away, blushing. "How are you feeling?"

He chuckled, finding her embarrassment cute. She knows he is fine, yet she asked how he was doing? She was worried for him. That was so unlike her. Well, everything last night was so different. She was kind and cared for him. Her food was rather strange-- all of her methods were strange when he thought about it-- but he must admit they did help him feel better. It just surprised him, she was so concern about his well being. She never asked about such things before when he was getting mauled by demons all day. When she finally showed concern, he teased her about it, but then regretted it because she got angry and locked herself back up. Then she surprised him again by sharing something very personal about her past. He doesn't know why, but that fact made a warm feeling flow through him. He was unknown to this feeling, but it doesn't seem so bad, so maybe he should just enjoy it while it lasts?

"Good Mornin' Kagome." Seeing her blush, he smirked. He reached up and held her ear captive, rubbing small circles with his thumb. A loud sound rang into the air. He expecting it, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. He smirked and closed his eyes, while rubbing his bruised cheek. "And I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

Seeing the fire in her eyes, a sly grin crept unto his face, which served to make her even more angry.

So entertaining...