Kagome was in Miroku's arms, sobbing quietly. He whispered soothing words into her ear and for once had only innocent intentions. Sango tended to Kikyou's wounds, rewrapping her bandages and tightening her arm sling. "Why did he have to leave?" moaned Kagome. "He had to get away." said Miroku, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders. He looked toward Sango, wishing she was in his arms instead of Kagome, but immediately felt bad for thinking so.

Kikyou was asleep again. How Kagome wished she could be too. But she was so worried. Who knew what Inuyasha could do? She could see the hurt in his eyes before he ran away. There was no denying her love for Inuyasha now. She wondered how she had come to love him so much in such a short period. She hadn't even realized how deeply she cared for that hanyou, and now that she had finally come to terms with it, she desperately wanted to tell him, to hold him in her arms and heal all his internal wounds. But Kikyou was back.

Kagome was hit with a fresh burst of guilt, and sobbed harder into Miroku's shoulder. She could tell he was just doing this to be kind, and knew how much he'd rather be with Sango. Even more guilt for her part, but she needed a shoulder to cry on. She felt like a selfish child, and began to cry harder. Miroku gingerly patted her back, smiling weakly at her, his eyes locked on Sango's form as she slowly moved toward the fire. "I'm fine now Miroku..." She smiled weakly, tears still streaming down her face. "Are you sure Kagome?" He asked even though his eyes were still lost somewhere else. Kagome nodded and slowly moved to her bed. Miroku stood and made his way slowly toward Sango.

Sango turned toward Miroku, blushing slightly. He sat next to her, crossing his legs and staring into the flames. Sango could have sworn she saw a blush rising on his face, but before she could be certain he slipped an arm around her waist. She was about to cry out and smack him, but thought better of it. Instead she looked toward where Kagome was sleeping restlessly. "Where do you think Inuyasha is?"

Miroku looked deep into her eyes and she felt a chill run through her body. "I don't know how to answer that, Sango. He could be anywhere." He shook his head sadly, and wrapped his arm tighter around her pulling her into his lap. She rested her head sleepily against his shoulder, and sighed. "I hope he's okay."

"Inuyasha can take care of himself. He will be back when the time is right. I don't want you worrying about him." Miroku said soothingly. He ran a hand across her face and she closed her eyes. A few minutes later she was asleep in his arms. Miroku sighed, and decided to sleep too.

Sesshomaru glided along the treetops, keeping his eyes open for any signs of the wench. He wanted her, and he got anything he desired. He never had liked humans much, but this was something different. She had been brought back to life after so long. He had to see her again. She didn't know him, but he knew her. He sighed deeply when he thought of her beautiful ebony hair and the way she smiled at the village children. He could almost hear her laugh echoing through the forest. The truth was he had liked her from the first moment he laid eyes on her.

He didn't know how she would react to a demon like him and had always stayed in the shadows so she wouldn't lay eyes on him. One day he had summoned courage to go and talk to her only to see his Halfling brother stumble stupidly into her. He couldn't forget the expression on his face as she talked to him, and a fresh wave of jealousy struck him. He clenched his fists. Inuyasha had beaten him to her. She was too good for a half-breed. Sesshomaru had watched as Kikyou slowly began to fall in love with Inuyasha. He could remember his intense anger, the bursts of rage he had experienced.

From then on his reputation had become what it was today. He became known as the ferocious demon of the Western land, heartless bastard without remorse. Now he wished to find Kikyou, make her his queen, his lady. He would have to find a way to rid himself of Rin; she was growing older and was starting to show interest in her Lord. He grimaced, remembering the time he had almost found him self admiring Rin from afar while she picked flowers from his grand gardens.

Yes, she would defiantly have to leave. He caught sight of a small campfire and snuck quietly toward it, not to sure if Kikyou traveled with company. When he neared he saw the figure of the monk Inuyasha hung around slumped over the body of a girl. He frowned when he noticed Kagome, Inuyasha's second and considerably stupider wench sleeping restlessly. He sighed, thinking Kikyou wasn't there, but surveyed the camp once more just to be sure. Sesshomaru then noticed another sleeping figure. His heart skipped a beat. Could this one be his Kikyou?

He moved in closer, and felt like his heart was beating in his throat. Glancing over the blankets he saw her deathly pale face peeking from the blanket. Her hair was around her head like a halo and she had a pained expression on her face. She was breathing softly, lips slightly open. Sesshomaru resisted kissing her, and lifted her slowly in his arms as not to wake her.

A/N: Thanks for everyone who submitted reviews!

hiei91- You are right! I bow before your immense knowledge! I guess I must have slipped up while writing...