Prelude to a Storm

InuYasha slowly climbed to his feet, clutching his head as agony ripped through his brain. "Stupid wench," he growled, "Why the hell did she have to 'sit' me on top of a fucking rock pile?" He gently touched the swollen bump on his head muttered curses about wanting to pummel that wench so she'd know how it felt.

"InuYasha!" A shrill voice tore through his ears. Looking up slowly, InuYasha saw Shippou careening towards him with Sango and Miroku sprinting behind him. Ignoring the ache that was trying to rip its way out of his head InuYasha stumbled towards them, suddenly frightened (though he'd never admit it) at the panic he saw in thier faces.

"What the hell is wrong now Shippou? Did Kagome leave without promising to bring you some more candy?" InuYasha sneered at the little kitsune in a vain attempt to cover the growing terror that was welling up inside. There were only a few things that would scare all three of his other traveling companions: Naraku attacking, youkai attacking, and Kagome being hurt. The sudden realization hit that since he couldn't sense any youkai, the only thing that could terrify them so much was that Kagome was-

"Where is she?!?" InuYasha barked.

Miroku bent over panting but managed to look up at the tense hanyou and say, "We're not sure. But there's something raging in the forest. Kaedme says it feels..." Miroku hesitated and InuYasha was tempted to rip the words out of his throat if he didn't hurry the hell up and tell him what the fuck was going on. "...It feels as though a miko is fighting. Something about pure rage and a storm of power. But whatever it is, it's twice as powerful as Kaedme remembers Kikyo being."

An idea of what was going on slammed into InuYasha's already aching mind and he stared, wide-eyed, at the others. The only two coherant words in his head fell from his lips before he raced into the forest.

"Oh Fuck."

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