CHAPTER 5: ENLIGHTENING(re-uploaded)

Three days. Three freakin' days. She tired to ignore the loud rumble her stomach gave off every few hours. At least it wasn't continuous like the first day. God she thought she would go mad at the sound. But then it died down. And she had forgotten about her bladder a long time ago. She assumed it shriveled up and died. Her tired body screamed at her for sleep, but she again ignored it. She was not giving up, she was not backing down. Even without her eyes, Kagome knew she sat in a small hut that leaked badly, and had no form of comfort what so ever. Nishi had said that it was to push you on so you don't have concentrate on worldly matters. After the first day, she said fuck Nishi. But she remained seated in her meditation, shutting off all around her. At least she tried. Her head was itching like crazy and her back was now permanently straight. In a painful way.

But she was not about to give up. If she could make it this far, she was sure she didn't need to back down.

But all this time to her self had given her time to think, about things she didn't want and things she did. She knew she wasn't to let her mind wander from the black void she was trying to create, but who ever said she followed orders? She never did with Inuyasha, and hell if it didn't piss him off. He'd tell her to hide; she would run right to the battle. She knew she was foolishly brave, but what was bravery if it wasn't a bit foolish? Hell, he himself is foolish, but remember he's brave. And courageous, and silly, and kindhearted, and acts tough, and looks really good—god would you stop?! You're not here to think about him, you're here to figure out a way to go back. She suppressed her sigh. I told you she thought about things she didn't want to.

She took a breath and focused her mind on the black void, but again it wandered. How did Miroku do this? How could he just sit there and...space out? Oh there were times when he really wasn't, but he was most of the time. When he wasn't trying to slide over to Sango. Of course that would lead to glares and the eventual WHAP! That followed a good feel up. She had to find out how Sango makes that sound, it was just so effective in making other people feel it besides the person on the receiving end. She forced down the giggle. Okay, she really needed to focus; otherwise she was never going to advance. And so she sat that way for a few hours more. But her mind was never one to stop.

Flash back:

Kagome sat on the grassy knoll, feet tucked up under her. Sango and Miroku had left because Miroku once again took advantage of the quiet tranquil atmosphere, and tried to plant a hand on Sango. This in turn caused the chain reaction of Sango cursing out and then chasing him into the forest with Hiraikotau raised above her head. Kagome shook her head. He never learns.

Inuyasha grunted beside her, in the same frame of mind. His ear flicked back, searching for any sound of his friends. When none came he smirked.

"It looks like she finally caught up to him," he remarked.

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Seriously, can he do anything better with that hand of his?"

"Keh," Inuyasha grunted again.

They relapsed into silence. The fireflies came out early in the growing darkness, and Kagome watched them in awe. It was like they were nature's little night-lights. Inuyasha noticed her expression, and quirked a brow.

"What do you find so interesting?"

She turned to him and smiled, "the fireflies. Just look at them, they fly around and do what they do best, not a care in the world. Sometimes I just wish I could switch places for awhile, and not worry about anything."

He looked at perplexed, and faced the fireflies that had captured her attention. They sat watching them for sometime, as they flicked and fluttered across the grass, sometimes flashing right before their eyes.

"But if you did, then none of us would be here." Kagome turned surprised to the hanyou, and saw he was giving her a look that could soften the hardest of hearts. "You have to realize Kagome, that you're a big part of this team. None of us would be here with out you. I would still be on that tree, Miroku would still be wandering, Sango would be alone, and Shippou...might be with his parents. So the truth is, we really aren't anything with out you."

Sure he had said that then, but what of after? What about two months ago when he shoved her aside for Kikyou, the queen of clay pots? Her fists tightened in anger. So when it comes down to it, he really had no right what so ever to do that to her. She tried to push the anger that was rising, but had no luck. It just kept coming. He was right, if she hadn't come along, then none of them would be together and be friends. She wasn't conceited, and she wasn't cocky most times, but in truth, she had held together the group for all those years. Even if she and Inuyasha had a fight, it had always been her to come back. It was always her that was apologizing. But not this time. This time, when she went back, she was going to be better, stronger, and she wasn't going to give in to her heart.

If she had seen, the sky had darkened considerably, and she now felt the energy of the sky gathering. Well, that was just perfect, cause it matched her mood. She didn't want to feel the sun's happy rays, she wanted thunder and lightening, she wanted the ground to shake. That's when the first rumble came, and she felt it flow along her skin. She concentrated on that, since it was expressing her so well. No she wasn't happy. She was mad, hurt and wanted payback for being played with. That's all she ever to him wasn't she? A plaything that happened to be useful.

Her mind switched, and she could hear the pelting of water as it came down in a wave, until it finally reached her hut. Stupid roof, she didn't want it to be there. So with out thinking, her energy flared out and blew the roof of the hut sky high. She felt no surprise, no shock. But she felt right. The rain came pouring down on her, and she tilted her head back to feel the cold droplets soak her skin. The blindfold over her eyes soon stuck to her face, and her hair plastered to her head. She could hear it, feel it, and taste it like never before. Every drop that felt gave her resolve, encouraging her to move on. But she knew she would never forget him, and eh used that to her advantage. She just kept thinking of his cold hollow eyes, and his meaningless voice telling her to leave. It was never his choice to do that to her, and it never will be. Oh, she will be back, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

Her senses snapped to attention when the first lightening rod hit the ground in the distance. A faint vision of a blue wave crossed her eyes. The energy, it was all around her. She could felt it, taste it in the air. It sent goose flesh along her arms, and she relished in it. She liked this, this feeling of knowing what was around you. A harsh wind blast by her, and her spirit heightened. Yes, this is what she wanted. She wanted to feel, really feel again. Another bolt came down, closer, and she jumped. It was like it was coming for her, but she only sat by and waited. Because she wanted it to come.

The hair on her arms stood on end, and her breath caught. She was close to something she could feel it. A pressure was building her head, and she felt it would explode, sending bit and pieces of her skull everywhere. But she didn't care. It was like a high, something that would never go away. But who said she wanted it to? Her neck hairs stood up straight, and she felt the calm air. She no longer felt the rain, or the cold wind, but a prickling along her spine, a heat coming closer.

Behind the blindfold, her eyes shot open, her pupil assaulted by white. She didn't scream nor try to escape as the lightening came down upon her, because she knew it wouldn't hurt. And she knew she would survive.

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Miroku sat in Keade's hut, his leg bandaged from the huge gash that he had gotten. He sat awake, Sango sleeping peacefully with her broken hand wrapped around Shippou and Kirara warmly. Inuyasha sat across the fire, asleep for once, and Kikyou leaning on his shoulder. The old ba-baa herself was in the other room sleeping. So all was quiet as Miroku sat and waited. For what he wasn't sure. He just felt like he should wait. He turned his head slightly and looked down upon the angel that was Sango. He felt his heart sigh, but that's what made him cast fallen. She was the only one he could trust now. They had become closer ever since Kagome-sama left, but it made now difference. They both missed her, and that's what ruined his love. Somehow, he always felt more confident when she was around, because she was the only one who could explain the nature of women to him. Though he always had a good feel on Sango, he felt it meant more to him than with any other girl. And he always asked questions, of which Kagome-sama could answer. He smiled a little, though they never really reached his brain.

But Sango was a different matter. Though he knew she didn't like it (or at least he thought he knew), he couldn't help but to feel her strong thigh or perfect shape. She in herself was perfect. She was strong, not only in body but mind, and she had a resolve that eh could only admire. And he only touched her for the attention. Otherwise, she never really talked to him unless he started it. He liked the way she blushed, and even though it hurt, he liked the feel of her smooth hand. But that's changed now. He felt as if he groping had no propose now. He remembered it often amused Kagome, and she sometimes when his beating was particularly bad. He missed her laugh, cause it made Sango laugh with her, and a smiling Sango always made him happy. But none of them were happy anymore, even Inuyasha.

Miroku shook his head. The stupid fool, he's too stubborn to admit that eh too needs Kagome. So he too sort of withered, but he was still alive. Miroku gave the sleeping hanyou a considering look. What had Inuyasha proven by pushing Kagome away? What was he trying to do? And with Kikyou, it made the matter all the more confusing. Sure he protected her, he had an obligation, but never returned her embraces or her smiles. No more he was but a puppet for her. In the last battle they had, she did nothing but stand there and watch, either one of them having to move her out of the way. She only fired an arrow when Inuyasha was about to have his throat ripped out. She reasoned her slowness by saying she was waiting for the right opportunity. Yeah, right. She didn't care, she give a damn about any one. She was just here for her own uses. But the question was, what were they?

Thundered awaken his ears, and he looked outside. It was raining? But last eh checked, the dark sky was clear and the stars shined brightly. Quietly as to not disturb them, Miroku got up and silently lifted the curtain and closed it behind him. He limped slightly, but his curiosity won over pain. When he looked up his eyes went wide. The storm that was brewing wasn't over them, but off in the distance and didn't seem like it was moving. It was rotating in one stop, circling over and over. He saw flashed of light and thunder rumbled to him. That was no ordinary storm, but it was no demon aura either. So what was it?

So he headed that way, not bothering to bring along Sango or them. For some reason, he needed to go alone. So he limped/ran thorough the forest, glancing at the storm to make sure he was going the right way. But when he arrived at the spot, he gasped. The well. The whole clearing was covered in clouds, and barely any light was seen. He panted. Why would it only be over the well? What does this have to do with it? What did it mean?

Just then a bolt of lightening came down leaning towards him. He yelled and went to duck, but stopped when he saw it was not him it was coming to but the well. In a spilt second the lightening shot down the very center of the well, and left behind the scent of burning dirt, if that was possible. His heart beating fast, he backed away from the well's clearing, which now was as strange to him as any new thing. As he walked back, his pale complexion returned to normal, and his quivering hands steadied. He looked back. "I don't know what this means Kagome-sama, but I don't know if I want to find out," he whispered to himself, and continued on his way.

:::::::::::::::::::::Do you like? I hope I'm not boring you. Oh to let you know. I plan to have a point of view for all of them, even Inuyasha, so if this is boring you, then don't read it.

Shout outs:

Jammies2000: oO are you a psychologist? You really went in depth with that review. But you made some good points too, maybe that's what I was trying to say. Who knows right? No one person can fully analyze the mind

Swimchick1614: oh don't worry, there will be some kicking of the ass, but in a cool way.

Bubblebean022: you read it twice? Kay, now I love you. So dedicated. ::sniff::

Goddess of desires: cause we all have hesitations. God you should see me at finals, I take longer than I should.

Pattycake: yeah so do I. She needs to die. But I decided to give her a break and have her a part of the ending. Gasp! Crap, I gave some away!

Gothic inuyasha: and welcome to another of my stories! And yes Sango will see Kagome, but Inuyasha wont. Conspiracy!!!