It didn't take long before Inuyasha found himself hopping out of the well in Kagome's era. He stopped halfway out of the well, though. Usually her scent was clear here, and he could smell her. But where else could she be? He questioned, pushing back any horrible thoughts that kept coming into his mind.

He ran to Kagome's house, and jumped onto the branch on the tree outside her window. She wasn't in there, not even her scent surrounded. "Ah, Damn!" he whispered, as his frustration rose.

"Inuyasha?" a light voice called from below him. His ears pricked up, smelling a scent much like Kagome's, and the voice wasn't too far off either! Inuyasha whirled around, and found himself out of the tree.

He stood in front of Kagome's mom, whose face seemed washed with a bit of worry, with a weary smile trying to hide it. "Oh," he said simply, realizing she wasn't the girl he was looking for.

"Where is Kagome?" she asked, looking at Inuyasha, her eyes sinking dangerously into his. Inuyasha's heart seemed to stop at that moment. Where is Kagome? He repeated, what the hell! She was supposed to be here with you!

"She was never here?" he asked her, again letting his nose search Kagome's house for her scent.

"No, the last time she was here, had to of been two days ago. She hasn't been here since." Kagome's mom answered, now showing the worry and fear she had for her daughter. "She is not in trouble, is she?"

"I don't know," Inuyasha whispered finally. His fear of Kagome getting into trouble was right. She was in trouble, she had to be! "I gotta go," then he was gone; rushing over toward the well.

Without a second thought of hesitation, Inuyasha was already jumping and the out of the bone eaters well. His heart pounding in his chest, for fear Kagome's life had been taken. He shook the thought of her death from his mind, unable to bear even the fact that she was in danger without him protecting her.

Where the hell should I try looking now? He questioned in his panic. It's not like he had any clues to follow. The only thing he was certain was, Naraku had to have something to do with this.

"Miroku! Sango!" he yelled, bursting into the Kaede's tiny hut, "We have to go now!" The monk looked up at the frantic hanyou, trying to figure what was the matter, he didn't have to wonder for long. "Kagome never made it to her time, Naraku is behind this! And I'm not letting that bastard get away with it!"

Everyone was already stirring to their feet, at the sound of Naraku's name and Kagome being mentioned. "You don't suppose she could already be--- be"

"Shut up!" Inuyasha exclaimed to Shippo, who seemed just as terrified with the thought as he was. "Of course she's not dead!" he shivered, saying it aloud made it sound more---final. "Come on," he muttered, rushing out of the hut. He didn't have the time to be thinking of the worst.

Either he would find Kagome, alive, and save her. Or, he would be taking out a pitiless revenge on the demon Naraku. Although, as much as he knew that if she was indeed dead, and that he could probably kill Naraku with his anger alone; he had wished deeply that he would still find a living-breathing, Kagome.

"You creep!" Kagome screamed, desperate to break the ropes, bound tightly around her wrists and ankles. She was lying on a hard bed, feeling her panic rise. She could not believe she had allowed herself to ask for a glass of water.. and then drank it!

"Yes, I am a creep, aren't I?" Naraku sneered. "But, you have to admit, I am rather clever." Kagome would not allow herself to agree, Inuyasha had to find her in time. He always seemed to know how to show up at the right place and time, except now. Where her life really mattered; where his life really mattered.

"Kanna," Naraku whispered, "Are you ready?" Just as the words slipped past his lips, a small girl, holding a mirror in her hand, entered the room. She looked too innocent, almost like a harmless child. Kagome shivered, this girl was just another demon made by Naraku. She had already attempted to steal her soul before, but did not succeed.

A strange hope rose Kagome's spirits slightly, maybe, just maybe it won't work this time as well. "Yes, Naraku," Kanna whispered lightly, even her voice was filled with unexplainable innocence.

"Good," Naraku whispered, stepping back from the hard bed, Kagome was bound to. Kagome watched as the evil hanyou, raised his hand; causing the bed to turn down, bringing Kagome up. She was now held upward, she longed to feel the ground, the ropes were digging into her wrists, with all her weight pressed on them.

Kanna stepped forward, holding her mirror in front of her, in the usual position. "Your soul will add to my collection," she whispered, her voice sweetly saying she didn't care for Kagome's life.

"I doubt you'll get it," Kagome whispered, "last time it didn't work." Kanna didn't answer, but stepped a bit closer. The mirror in her hand, reflecting her. Kagome tried more desperately now to break free of the ropes. Hurry Inuyasha!
"Inuyasha? Where do you suppose we start looking?" Miroku called, running along side the dog-eared hanyou. In Inuyasha's frustration, he growled under his breath.

"I don't know!" he exclaimed, still desperately sniffing the air, "The only thing I have to follow is my instincts!" The monk nodded in his run, but still looked slightly curious.

"What is this instinct?"

"Heh, isn't it obvious?" Inuyasha clenched his fist even at the thought of the despicable demon. He rolled his eyes, though, when he caught glimpse of Miroku's confused expression. "Naraku, you idiot!"

"Inuyasha, don't jump to conclusions."

"Conclusions!"

"It could have been anyone. Perhaps we should try and look for a demon we know of their whereabouts."

"What are you saying?" Inuyasha growled again. He already knew Miroku had to of been talking about Koga.

"I'm only curious as to how we are to find Naraku!" Inuyasha didn't even bother answering; mainly because he had nothing to say. He was just hoping he would be able to find some clue, and get to Kagome. If she died, Inuyasha would probably never forgive himself; especially seeing that he hasn't forgiven himself from the start.