InuYasha suddenly sat up, drenched in a cold sweat. His dream was so vivid. It felt so real. He had been back in the village of his childhood, and Sesshoumaru had been teaching him how to handle a sword, when he got it wrong he was back handed with his half-brother's blade. Each time he got it right his half-brother loathed him more. Questions buzzed in his mind, like why was Sesshoumaru helping him. He laid back down. 'It was just a dream.' As his back hit the mat in Kaede's house he winced at the cut in his side and gingerly put his hands on his bandages. 'Stupid Sesshoumaru, I have dreams about you and you try to kill me, again.' He sighed and looked to his left at the door. Kagome sat by it, watching him, silently.

"Why are you still here? Why in your precious era?" He asked.

Kagome sighed, and shook her head ignorantly.

"Your hurt, and I'm one of the causes."

InuYasha scoffed.

"You, HA. You had nothing to do with it, all you had to do was listen to me and run. Did you? No."

She stared at him, bewilderedly.

"What?" he asked.

Kagome stood up and walked over to him, sitting down beside him with her feet under her. She put one hand over InuYasha's, which was still on his bandages, and looked him in the eye. 'What the . . . '

"I would never leave you when your in danger, and I could do something. Look at that cut InuYasha. You're lucky it didn't go through you."

InuYasha looked down at Kagome's hand. It felt warm on top of his cold hand. 'Just like my heart, my heart is as cold as ice.' InuYasha sighed, as usual she was right, but he wouldn't admit it. He knew she wouldn't leave him here, wounded, all alone, with Miroku, Sango, and Shippo all gone. He looked up at her and she tried a smile.

"I guess . . ."

She smiled once more.

"That's better,"she said, getting up and going back to the door and lifting the flap to step out side, but then she turned her head to him, "I'm glad you're still alive. I don't know what I'd do without you, InuYasha." Then walked out.

'She doesn't know what she'd do without me . . . ? What's that supposed to mean??'