Early morning light spread throughout the room, cast a light mist to arise. The birds twittered, shaking the wet dew from their wings. Kagome awoke, and put a pillow over her head. Groaning, she flipped over to go back to sleep. But upon hearing the flap open gently, she sat up in a tangle of hair. "Morning Kagome. How's she doing?" Sango sat cross-legged next to Kagome, stroking the sleeping Kirara on her lap. "Mumph? Oh, her. Well, I'm not sure. I tried my best to fix up her wings, and I gave her a bath. Other than that, there wasn't much else I could do. She hasn't to my knowledge woken up yet." Sango nodded, and put a hand on Kagome's shoulder. "It sounds like your doing fine. Now, we just have to get her some clothes!"
"Inuyasha, I would like to talk to you!" The hanyou rolled over in annoyance, looking at the monk from his tree. "Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? What do you want?" Sitting up, he crossed his arms stubbornly. The priest just sighed, and then perked up a little. "The woman have asked me to go on the errand of picking out some new clothes for the young girl. Would you like to come along?" At this, Inuyasha jumped from the tree and got right in Miroku's face. "Now, I know damn well you didn't come to ask me to go shopping. So just get to the point." Miroku backed away, putting a hand to his chin in thought. "Your right, like you have any taste in woman's clothing anyway. I just came to ask if you were all right. You seemed pretty down yesterday, Inuyasha." He tossed his head to the side, looking at the ground. "I'm just not sure we should trust her. The only reason I let Kagome bring her…are these stupid human feelings of mine!" Growling, he frowned. Miroku smiled. "Well, I'm off. Wish me luck!" And with that, the amorous monk headed off towards the village. Watching him leave, Inuyasha thought, "How on earth could the girls let him go woman's clothes shopping? That poor girl, even if she is of Naraku, she'll have the skimpiest wardrobe known to man." Looking across the quiet morning, he decided to go visit. "Besides, I don't want them alone with her." Passing a few of the half-awake villagers, he arrived at Kaede's. Inuyasha could tell no one was there but 'her', but he entered anyways. He heard her every labored breathe, and stepped over the pile of ribbons and scrolls that had been her previous clothing to the cot that they had made. "Hm, guess the girls came to their senses and went out after the pervert." Sitting beside her, he watched the sun play across her face, tendrils of hair flying round her in a cloud of brown. Sighing, he growled to himself, "I wonder what this one was supposed to do. They just seem to get worse and worse…" His thoughts were cut off, though as he heard a small groan beside him. Looking down, Inuyasha saw her grimace in her sleep, then snap her purple eyes open to stare at the ceiling. Realizing she couldn't move, she didn't bother trying. She just, stared. Taking in her surroundings, as though swallowing them. Inuyasha wanted to move, to say or do something, but he was frozen by her gaze as it rested on him. The purple shown brightly, and he could sense one of every emotion ever felt or known lay in them. But, only emptiness and a spooky calm sadness showed, causing chills to run down his back. It was, as though her gaze caused guilt trips galore, and Inuyasha felt involuntarily guilty for every thing he'd done. But despite all that, he still couldn't break the eye contact, his golden orbs on her purple ones. Finally, they shut, she falling asleep once again to escape the pain of her injuries. He let out the breathe he hadn't known he'd been holding, and gasped for air. "What in the seven hells is that thing?" Just then, a yelling Sango and Kagome opened the door, causing Inuyasha to jump about a foot into the air. "Inuyasha! Don't' scare me like that!" Inuyasha stared at her, his mouth hanging open. "I scared you? I scared you!!!" They rolled their eyes at his sudden outburst, and kicked he and Miroku out the door. "Darn. And I so wanted to help." "Why? Their just changing…oh never mind." Replied Inuyasha, realizing the monks 'sick' intentions
As they helped the villagers repair a burned house, the two conversed. "So, find any clothes for her?" the priest pulled a sad face and nodded. "Oh yes, plenty. But the girls wouldn't get the ones I wanted, they said that women's clothes need to at least go to the knees. How boring." Ignoring the thought of what types of clothes he was talking about, Inuyasha changed the subject. "She woke up. I was in there, and she woke up. It was really queer, she didn't even struggle or anything. Didn't even talk. She had these purple eyes…" he trailed off, feeling Miroku staring at him. "What?" As a reply, Inuyasha got quite a different answer than the one he expected. "You were in there alone with her, and didn't do anything?" *Whang* "You dumb perverted priest! Can't you focus for two seconds!" Fondling the bump on his head tenderly, Miroku sighed. "So, what about her eyes?" He got very curious when Inuyasha seemed to…blush? "It's like…those eyes focused on me, and for maybe who knows how long, I couldn't move. They kept me rooted to the spot, and I felt guiltier than ever in my life. Almost as though, she knew what my life was like, and hers was a zillion times worse." Miroku watched his companion go through some awkward feelings, before realizing the monk was staring at him. "What is it, you dumb priest? Stop staring at me!" Miroku turned away, thinking.
