Naroa-chan: Chapter 2

Important note: Same note. This chapter happens at the same time as Inuyasha's chapter 2, and goes farther. So far, I think this will be the only chapter from my point of view. Thanks again for reading, and PLEEZ R&R!

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"Inuyasha..." Kagome mumbled, thrashing around and sweating, wrapped in her thick sleeping bag. "Inu...yasha... no... please..."

"Inuyasha!" Kagome cried. She ran over to where he was laying in a pool of his blood, the stalagmite painfully thrust into his stomach. She gasped, and gently touched his face; cold. So cold... she was too late. "Inuyasha, no. No, you can't be dead, you can't go!" Tears streamed down her face as she screamed at him, shaking his shoulders weakly. "You idiot! YOU IDIOT!! You can't die! You CAN'T! I love you, can't you see that?! Don't you dare die!" Her voice quieted as she sank to her knees, sobbing. She lay her head on his face. "Please... please no. Inuyasha..." She closed her eyes, sobbing silently. "Inuyasha..."

"We should wake her up, Miroku." Sango said wearily, watching Kagome. "Yeah." Miroku leaned over; "Kago-" He gasped. "What is it?" "...She's crying..." Sango kneeled next to Miroku and gently wiped the tears off of Kagome's face. Kagome murmured something and then quieted. Sango turned to Miroku and spoke softly. "Miroku... what are we going to do? We can't go on like this. Kagome... I don't know how long she'll last." The despair and muffled grief rang in her voice and shone in her eyes; he looked away.

"Miroku..." "I don't know what we can do, Sango. I don't know." Sango sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "...I feel so bad for Shippo... he was devastated." Miroku nodded. "Hm... there's really nothing we can do, is there? We really can't do much without him..." *snivel* Miroku turned slowly. "...Sango...?" Tears silently streamed down her face. "I..." Miroku gently wrapped an arm around her and drew her in to him. She didn't resist; rather, she buried her head in his chest and continued her silent weeping, her body shaking and her breathing ragged. To his surprise, Miroku found comfort in comforting her; she was letting out all the emotions that he felt, and trying to soothe her felt like making himself feel slightly less numb... but how long would it last? There was no way to know...