A/N: Aww... I had really hoped to get more reviews. Hey! But that's not gonna get me down! I, again, apologize in advance for any editing mistakes and spelling errors. I hope ya'll will love me for me! LOL! This chapter will answer some questions you might have... hopefully, and if not, you can always ask and review! Hope everyone enjoys!

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Inuyasha: Thank GOD!

Me: Shut up you! Or you'll be in worse shape than you were last chapter!

Kagome: snickers

Inuyasha: rolls eyes Women are so strange...

Me: Yup we are so shut up and let me finish! sigh Like I said I don't own this insufferable Hanyou

Kagome: Amen sister! giggles but I wish I did!

Inuyasha: blushes the grumbles darkly

Kagome's arms and legs worked as if on their own as she slung the unconscious male on her back and walked without much difficulty out of the main sanctuary and down into the personal chambers hallways. She made a mental note to clean up the smeared trail of blood that followed her to her destination as soon as she made sure the man who come out ok.

However as her mind reeled with unanswered questions, and unfamiliar feelings started to pool in her stomach she couldn't help but let her mind wonder to the silvery-white hair that was overlapping her shoulder. Normally half-demons would be thrown out at the archway doors of the church since it was the entrance to a holy place, and it was just a common fact half-demons were pure evil in society's sight and weren't and had never been allowed in the vicinity of any church anywhere. The reason of them being considered evil and tainted was that they were 'mixed' and not purely one or the other, and therefore considered unacceptable. There had been stray reports of half-demons that had lived as monks and were therefore considered pure and holy by there just acts, but it just wasn't common. And she could tell by the fuzzy appendages protruding from this guy's head that he was in fact a half-demon and not the monk type either by the ragged street clothes and overall appearance.

She hated the cruelty of the world, and many a half-demon child had come onto the protection of their orphanage and was turned away on the streets for this same reason. She was always infuriated by the thoughts of those poor children living on their own and most likely perishing at the hands of many hatful, church going, people that thought it was their right to cleanse the world of the 'mixed' breeds. She thought deeply that God did not care, in fact she knew it to be true. God didn't care if the person was 'mixed', he took people as they were and she wanted to spread that message as much as possible.

She suppressed these thoughts, however, with the overwhelming present urge for the present victim's care. The stench of blood was becoming to overwhelming at that range of closeness, and she needed to get his wounds addressed as quickly as possible. Her sudden surprise and bewilderment from the stranger's out burst and wound had caused her to blank out for a split second, but now she was in full nun-mode and she wasn't about to let her human errors to shadow her care to the needy.

As much as that sounded like drabble, she always felt her services as a servant of God were foremost to the needy people even above the inner workings and programs within the church. She had always wanted to be a nun working, hidden within the streets. Those were the nuns who help, and really gave their hearts for every life they touched. She just wanted out.

She shook her head quickly from the horrid thought that came over her. She shouldn't be ungrateful for her circumstances, it was by God's goodwill alone! She should be grateful. And anyways there were more urgent matters at the time to tend with.

She quickly and quietly open the rough oak door to her modest chambers and closed it with the faintest of clicks. Shippo didn't even stir at the noise or the stench of the fresh spilled blood. She worked quickly after she had gently set him down by the still pleasant fire, getting to work on obtaining the needed supplies. She slipped out again, unnoticed and slipped into the medical ward to snatch some gaze and ointment that were needed. She noted the difficulty of all this with the required nun robes on and chuckled at her self with her spy-like moves. She crept quickly down the hallway once more unnoticed and slipped back into her chambers with quiet ease.

As she squatted beside the wounded half-demon, she gently pulled his hair from his face and body, to pool it around his head once more, and out of the way. She noted that she's need to clean the crusted blood from the ends of his locks. As she began to take of the offended shirt that had been viciously ripped, she stated to clean his face knowing that time was not her friend at the moment.

When the shirt was finally free of it's possessor she looked down and had to stifle a gasp. Not from the deep laceration in his side and upper chest, but from the sheer build and perfection of the body before her. She was staring at him openly now and was not aware until her eyes strayed farther and her mind finally caught up. Not in all the wounded and ill that she took care of had she ever come across such a person that would make stare in such an un-nunly like fashion. She scolded herself quickly at her horrible thoughts that had just come in her head and started to clean the wound with the warm water and apply the burn salve around the edges as the symptoms for acid burn were present.

A light blush had stated to creep up her cheek at the close proximity of her and her well built patient. She had never felt these physical reactions about any man she hadn't met before. No scratch that, she had never felt these reactions before with any man whatsoever.

With his sides and upper chest lacerations completely tended too she took the basin of clean warm water and began to wash his hair carefully with scented shampoo and soap. As she soaked the hair and began to massage the soap into it over the basin, she thought she her a soft purring noise. She glanced around while still scrubbing the scalp deeply, and not seeing the source, she gazed down once more and noticed a faint grin on the half-demon's sleepy face.

She smiled warmly to herself as she realized he was enjoying his little scalp massage. She decided to experiment a little and dried his hair thoroughly and turned back around, her curiosity getting the better of her. She reached and touched the still white appendages in front of her. Encouraged by no sudden movements or reactions, she reached closer and began to softly rub ears. She felt and soft as velvet and she started to rub a little faster as if she was rubbing her pet cat, Buyo. However she squeaked in surprise as a pleased growl was heard from the half-demon in front of her.

"Well I guess you get a free head and ear massage today mister!" She smiled warmly while stifling her surprised giggles.

She continued, equally enjoying the experience when suddenly she heard the faint rustling of her sheet and her head snapped up sharply to see Shippo rubbing his eyes tiredly and gazing around in innocent confusion.

"Mommy? Mommy?!?"

His cries were starting at a confused squeak and becoming more frantic by the moment without her comforting warmth nearby. Kagome quickly took the Hanyou's slightly damp head and set it softly on the fluffy towel on the floor, and quickly rushed toward the frantic orphan.

"I'm right here Shippo. Shhhh."

She cooed, while scooping him up and cradling him close to her chest. Her heart always melted when he called her his mother, and she felt a sense of maternal instinct toward him and couldn't help but comfort him. She knew he would always be her weak spot.

After a couple minutes of mumbles and soft singing, he seemed to drift back into a dreamless sleep and she set him down quietly and softly on her pillow and tuck him snuggly into place.

What she didn't know was as soon as she had stopped rubbing the half-demon's ears earlier, he had awaken to look around in half-confused, half-wary caution. All he saw was a woman dressed in a flowing lacy nightgown. He watched as his confusion grew to see her scoop up a demon kit and softly lull him back to sleep. His mind fully woke up to reality as he looked down at his bare chest discreetly and was surprised to find himself completely tended too. He softly felt the snug bandages and could feel the healing pastes on the scrapes of his face and arms.

How could this be? He was supposed to be dead, and this human woman took care of a half-demon without thinking of the consequences? This had to be a trap, he must be in a retaining center or...or...somewhere. He had thought he had went to a church.

He sniffed the air tentatively. Yes, he was still in the church, but why? Why was he allowed in. He had dashed at the gates and into the sanctuary without even thinking about the consequences, but now that he was fully and awake and himself, he knew something was amiss. He wanted answers...now!

At that moment the woman had put the child down and rose to look like she was tucking him in the bed as a mother would. He would get his answers. As much as his injured half-demon self would allow, he rose up behind her quietly. He wanted answers and wasn't about to be killed for entering a church in his most weakened stage. He had to get out. However as he was rising to leave and run before being detected Kagome turned slightly and her eyes widened as a fully standing half naked, half-demon came into her peripheral view. However all thought and logic flew out of her head as he pitched forward violently and she leapt to gruffly catch him around the shoulders, and support him the only way a 115 pound girl could.

"Umm, sir you shouldn't be up. You should be resting and-"Kagome started softly whispered, afraid to wake Shippo up once more. However just as the disgruntled demon was about to reply he heard a high-pitched squeak and suddenly he fell forward all the way as a small burning sensation went down his back. He thought he heard that young woman yell and the voice of someone else behind him as he fell unaided.

His last vision was concerned blue orbs and rosy lips whispering him into the abyss once again.

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