Yes, I've been on quite a roll for the past twenty-four hours and am having a pretty dull weekend. But nows the time to get this outta the system. All part of the short time I have catching up in updates and now for them reviews…over!

Sophie-chan - Damn it! A good idea that came too late, oh wellskies. I think however I can whip of something good when I begin work on the sequel.

Lavender Valentine - Wow…if you say so…ALL HAIL FANTASY CAT!!!

Sophie-chan, again - hoped you liked that chapter too!

Chapter Thirteen

Ustka, that same night

There were few noodles inside of the soup pot, so Sango decided to add some more onion. She had to keep the heat low, because there were very few resources to satisfy her or her companions until they day they left.

They still didn't know when that day was.

Rin approached Sango as if trying to get her attention. She hadn't talk in quite the while, perhaps two years since she could get a full sentence out. The last time she spoke was to tell Sango and Miroku her name.

"M…mma."

"Huh?" said Sango. She finally saw Rin tugging at her dress pulling her away from the stove.

"What is it Rin?" Sango asked as if speaking to a dog.

Rin didn't say anything more. She just kept pulling Sango until they got outside.

Around the corner from their home, Rin pulled Sango closer to the harbors where a young and very thin woman was lying on the ground being pecked by a few seagulls. She was wearing a Jewish prisoner uniform.

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Kagome was awoken by the strong smell of onion. Her elbow was nudging something warm and that was when she saw that warm bowl of soup by her side. She looked around. This had to be some sort of shack, but there was a small kitchen to the side and something was on the stove. The worn light above the kitchen provided the only light.

And across from her, she saw a little girl digging up the creaky wooden floor with a fork.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she heard a voice say. The voice came from a man that was looking down on her. "I've bet it's been a while since you've had a decent meal."

"Oh yeah," said Kagome. She reached for the bowl of soup. But as she held the spoon in her hands, her arm was shaking.

Then another young woman came into the room carrying a blanket. "Are you okay? Don't you want to eat something?"

"I do…" said Kagome. "It's just that, I'm not sure my stomach can handle this."

"Don't worry. The soup is mostly onion. My parents used to tell me that liquids are good for the stomach, especially when you add something special to it."

Kagome shyly devoured the spoonful of hot liquid. She waited for the contents to go down and it warmed her stomach. To her surprise, she did not develop an urge to throw up.

Kagome brought to soup closer to her and greedily devoured its contents. She didn't care that the little girl in the back of the room was giggling at her.

When she was done, she felt a great pain in her foot. "Ouch! What are you doing?" she said looking at the woman messing with her feet.

"I'm sorry, but you got a lot of bad cuts and splinters on your feet. You don't want to get an infection," said the woman. Kagome allowed her to spend a few minutes getting rid of the splinters and broken glass on Kagome's feet, then the lady applied a warm cloth to her feet.

"You must have been traveling a lot. What prison were you at?" asked the man.

"Auschwitz," said Kagome.

"Don't tell me you walked all the way from there," said the man.

"No…I mean…a part of the way, they made us but I got out of that."

"I understand," said the young woman. "It's been very hard on all of us…I'm Sango by the way."

"Oh, I'm Kagome."

"And I am Brother Miroku, and that little speck over there is Rin," he said pointing to the occupied child.

"Oh, is she your daughter?" asked Kagome.

"Rin kinda fell into our laps. But we couldn't turn her away," said Sango.

"I see," said Kagome.

Sango placed the blanket over Kagome. "All of us lost a lot of people. Love ones and such. It's been our greatest strength to find others that we can survive with. You know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah," said Kagome. "I think I would've been dead a long time ago, if I hadn't made good connections." Kagome began to think about Inuyasha, wondering if he was still alive or not. The thoughts gave her a headache and she needed to lie down. But something else ached at her mind.

"Do you live here?"

"Only temporarily," said Miroku before he stepped out of the room.

Sango began to collect Kagome's soup bowl and washed it. "Miroku has a boat in town. He's taking us somewhere out of the country. Unfortunately, it's too dangerous to sail anywhere. We may have to hold out for awhile, just until the war dies down, before we can sail out…you could come with us too if you like. I'm sure Miroku and Rin wouldn't mind that."

"Oh…well…I'll have to think about it," yawned Kagome. Sango got the idea and allowed Kagome to rest for the night.

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The next morning, Kagome had some bread with her morning soup. It was the first bit a solid food she could easily devour. Miroku was looking at a tiny box in his hands and sighed as he took out the last 50 mark (mark being German dollars since the country had been under German control for a long time).

"Are you sure this is the last of the savings?" asked Sango.

"Yes, you might need more…"

"No, I don't want you to use the rest of your money. We need that to get out of the country. I will do my best to get enough food."

"Just be careful, though. By the end of the day, the price of food will be much higher. So be wise and quick."

"Okay," she said. "Kagome, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Good," she said.

"Would you like to come with me to the marketplace? It's too dangerous for Miroku to step one foot outside. You'll find that a lot of folks around here are very kind to Jews now."

"Okay, I'll keep you company," she said. As they walked out into the cold, Kagome wished that she had something better to wear than her old prisoner uniform.

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Across town, a train came to a jerking halt and Inuyasha quickly jumped up. He had to sneak off the train before anyone found out that he stowed away.

But someone did and there was yelling loud enough to damage ears. Luckily Inuyasha just had to open his coat and show off his old uniform to get the men to calm down. Then he quickly walked away and wandered into the town.

Town itself seemed too depressing, everyone no matter what religion was starving and everyone was either begging or standing in lines for soup that tasted worse than dirt.

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Kagome and Sango walked into a market that was near empty, and the prices were astounding. A loaf of bread cost 20 mark!

"Hmm…what should we do Kagome?" asked Sango.

"Well I don't mind living off of bread for a while," she said. "Oh we should get some milk too," said Sango.

"I have half a gallon for 15 mark," said the cashier. "And I can't guarantee that it'll stay fresh long."

"15 mark?!" Sango sighed. "We'll take it." The girls decided to spend another 10 mark on fruit so they had at least some leftover money for emergencies.

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Five minutes after they walked out of the store, Inuyasha came in and look around. He only had 10 mark from all of his scavenging, which was barely enough for a decent meal in this economy.

"Hey," he asked the cashier. "Is there a bank anyone around here?"

The man only laughed at him. "What's so funny?" asked Inuyasha.

"You think anyone has any money left in their accounts? It doesn't matter if this country is free from the Germans. It's all gone, boy! In fact I had more money in the bank before the Allies came in."

"So did I," said Inuyasha mockingly. Knowing that he couldn't afford to buy anything, he just walked out the store. Inuyasha planned to dip into his savings account left by his father but he knew that there would be doubts. Still he wondered around hoping to find a working bank somewhere.

He turned a few corners and saw two women down the road resting their bags. One of them was just standing in the cold, wearing an Auschwitz prisoner uniform and it completely freaked Inuyasha. "Get a hold of yourself, man," he said, trying to hit himself in the head.

The two women never saw the man. They picked up their bags and continued walking.

But Inuyasha was too curious about these women, especially the one in the familiar stripes.

He knocked over a soup line standing in his way as he tried to keep up. He was weak, not like those women he was watching. The younger, thinner one, looked so much like her, but it couldn't be.

If only he had a closer look at her.

"Kagome?!"

He had no idea what compelled him to call out her name, even since it was very unlikely that it was her. All the hunger and restlessness was getting to him now.

The women seemed to be slowing but they didn't look back.

Two steps later…

"HEY KAGOME!!!"

The girls were frozen to their places and turned to face the man who called out the name…

…TO BE CONTINUED!

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit anxious to get this story done, which is why Inuyasha's meeting up with Kagome is a bit rushed. But when you read the next chap…this fic is almost over by the way. And no I probably wont be updating anymore today, but I might be doing more writing tonight. Damn this is a boring Saturday!

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. Most of the events in this story are based on the real events of the Holocaust and are being told in chronological order. Information used to tell this story may not have been 100% accurate and might be coincidental. In other words, it's just a story. Don't sue and review!