Hey there! Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on my last fic! It was very encouraging. I figured if it sucked too much I'd stop posting it.

Well here's the next installment of Storm Warning, although I don't think you have to have read my last fic to get this one!

Disclaimer: Inuyasha is not mine! Please don't sue me. I have no money.


Afterthoughts

By: Sango-chan


Kagome woke to the sound of snoring. It was a grating raspy sound, but she loved it despite how annoying it was. The sun shone through a small hole in the wall behind her head. This morning was, without a doubt, the best morning of her life. Inuyasha was alive. To her nothing else mattered; not even the fact that the roof of the hut they were in was leaking directly on her blanket due to last nights storm.

Slowly she removed herself from Inuyashas side, wincing at how stiff her neck was. She had been under altogether too much stress lately. She rose only to find that her hand was still encased by the half-youkai beside her. She smiled and decided that maybe it wouldn't be necessary to get up yet. Kagome scolded herself. There was so much cleaning up to do around here! A pile of Inuyasha's bloody bandages were only a few feet away from her, and the contents of her pack were scattered all over the floor. They were disturbing reminders of a night she wished she could forget. But perhaps she wouldn't mind remembering the way he looked at her or the way his voice comforted her in the dark. Then again Inuyasha always was more emotional during the new moon. Well, as emotional as Inuyasha was capable of being.

Kagome gently lowered herself back against Inuyasha. She blushed. In her fear and confusion last night she hadn't realized how close she was to him. Inuyasha snored on, oblivious to her gaze. She looked at him. She wanted to memorize every part of his face. The thought of loosing him always did scare her and last night her worst fear was almost realized. His white hair was almost blinding to her due to the sun. It seemed to light up the whole hut in its brilliance. His fluffy ears lay still but alert even in his sleep. She had to control the urge to touch them.

Kagome giggled. His mouth laid half open, white fangs exposed. It opened ever so slightly each time a snort escaped his throat. For once his eyebrows weren't scowling at her. In fact his entire face was in a state of total relaxation. His eyelashes brushed his cheekbones softly.

"How come guys always have the nicest eyelashes?" Kagome wondered aloud. She continued to observe him, only quietly this time. His checks would have been even nicer to look at if there weren't scratches all over them. However, the scratches were the least of her worries. Her eyes trailed down his bare bruised chest to the bandage around his waist. She could see the sickening brown stain of dried blood right through it. At least the stain wasn't red. His powers must have helped him heal even in the last few hours, she thought.

Kagome fought the urge to cry in front of her fallen hero. He looked so broken. She swallowed the ache in her throat and brought her gaze back up to his face. The most beautiful pair of golden eyes she had ever seen met her eyes. They were like two identical suns giving off warmth and comfort. They showed his power and strength. In this light he resembled an angel, his white hair forming a frame around his bright eyes. Kagome felt guilty for ever even thinking that Inuyasha was broken when she looked into his eyes like this. When he was in battle, Inuyasha's eyes burned like white fire, but when he was calm ...

"What?" he asked, his voice no longer cracking. He felt like waving a hand in front of her gaping face. Her gaze was pleasant, but a little unnerving to him first thing in the morning. He got angry when he realized the look on her face was almost piteous. Why did she look so intently at him?

Kagome blinked. She blushed. How long had she been staring at him anyway? He must think I'm going crazy, she thought. His brows were becoming furrowed again. She sighed. So much for that moment.

"Nothing. How are you feeling this morning? You look much better." She said, trying to change the subject. Kagome suddenly felt empty. Inuyasha had let go of her hand. He sat up beside her with relative ease. He felt around his midsection and pulled off the stained bandages, throwing them into a pile with the others. Kagome looked at his stomach - nothing of his injury left but a slight scar. Other than the few scratches he looked just fine.

"I feel all right. I would have been better if I hadn't been human last night." He said. Kagome sighed. He always treated her differently when he was half-youkai. Her time of playing nurse was over. She always felt this way when he recovered from battle. As soon as he healed she wasn't needed anymore. Kagome felt guilty about it, but she sometimes wished Inuyasha wouldn't heal so damn fast! She enjoyed being with him like that. For once she was capable of helping him instead of the other way around. Kagome was never much of a fighter, although if the occation called for it she wasn't a bad shot with a bow and arrow. Often times she felt like even Shippou contributed better fighting skills than she did. Speaking of which, Kagome looked into the next room. She saw Miroku (with many slap marks on his face) sleeping soundly next to Sango and the young kunsite.

"Inuyasha." She said. He had gotten up by this time and was rummaging around the hut half naked looking for his coat. She realized that he was probably hungry to. Healing took a lot out of him sometimes.

"Hai Kagome?" he replied, his back to her. It was just too difficult to face her. He felt guilty for making her cry last night. He knew it was his fault but he just couldn't go up and apologize to her! Then she'd probably cry some more, he rationalized. As it was she probably wanted to "sit" him for holding her hand for so long. She probably just wanted to comfort him, and he had gone and taken it the wrong way. Why did everything have to be so complicated around her? He grumbled. And why the hell did she still have blood all over her? She had better get around to explaining soon. He was still trying in vain to remember what happened.

Kagome sighed yet again and pulled the blanket closer to her. She felt cold. Inuyasha was angry. She could tell by his body language. He was probably mad at her for not telling him what had happened to him. Why did everything have to be so complicated around him? Still, she had to ask him. She was tired of always being unable to get herself out of fights without getting Inuyasha involved.

"I want you to teach me how to fight."