HII! I liked doing that chapter SO much. Is listening to My Immortal.' I'll keep going for ya, seeing Fan Girl liked it so much mutters darkly.

Kagome closed her fingers tightly over the moisture, her own tears refreshed. She shook with so much emotion, so much pain, so much love. Her heart ached with an unbearable, confusing throb. She wanted to squeeze him until she sunk into him, and they shared souls. She and Inu-yasha kissed, fleeting, gentle, his clawed hands holding hers. Nothing sexual, only the touching of souls. The kisses were all short, but held more emotion than any kiss she had ever experienced.

They both froze, and leapt from each other's arms, highly disappointed, and both feeling the sudden draft as Miroku entered their section of the hut. He held soup, and Sango followed with fresh bandages, and medicine. Inu-yasha slipped off his haori, as Sango handed Miroku most of the bandages. Inu-yasha winced as Miroku dabbed the unhealed wound. His abdomen was the only injury that had not properly healed. Kagome just held out her hand as Sango inspected it, frowning.

It looks fine to me... She said, poking at the scab. I think it will scar though.

It's fine. Kagome said a little too quickly, glancing at Inu-yasha.

He glanced back, and smiled slightly. Kagome felt something rush through her that she had never felt before. She wanted to be held, to kiss him, and she silently cursed Sango and Miroku for interrupting them.

It took several minutes for Miroku and Sango to leave, and Kagome and Inu-yasha sat still, him still laying on him back with his haori around his waist. Many moments past, and Kagome glanced over at Inu-yasha, he was watching her. She was in old miko robes, and she looked very similar to Kikyo. She cursed herself.

She crawled over to him, and draped her arm over his chest. She was exhausted. He pulled her closer, and they shared a passionate kiss before blowing out the blunt candle and falling into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Kagome found herself in such a state that shocked her. Her back was to Inu-yasha, his strong arms wrapped around her. One of his clawed hands had slipped into her own haori, and was positioned dangerously close. His haori was still off, she noticed, as she tried to wiggle from his death-grip. A low rumble shook her, as his hand slipped even closer. Her breath hitched.

She whispered, trying not to startle him. She shuddered as his warm breath tickled her neck.

She said, a little sharper. He jerked out of sleep, and let her go immediately. She turned around. He was blushing an wringing his hands. She smiled.

He stuttered, averting his golden eyes elsewhere. I di-didn't mean... He broke off when she hugged him lightly. They both sat up, and looked around. Soft, golden light filtered through the bars on the high windows, illuminating the room.

Lets go meet Sango and Miroku for breakfast, She said, breaking the long silence.

He said, pulling on his haori. He glanced over at her, she was adjusting her open haori, and he smiled. He never knew he'd try something like that in his sleep...

She noticed he was watching him, and blushed, giving her haori another quick tug.
He blushed and looked away.

Let's go.



They entered the room, Kagome first. She smiled brightly and kneeled beside Miroku, taking a spare bowl and filling it with the odd miso soup. Eating with the rest of her family' felt so good, being with them, basking in their smiles. She looked down at a grumpy looking Shippo, his face filthy and tear stained. He curled into her lap and looked into her face.

Miroku and Sango wouldn't let me in...

She smiled at him. Don't worry, it's safe to come in now. She shot Inu-yasha and apologetic look.

Sorry that was so short. I'll start writing again as soon as possible.