A/N: Well, here's the first chapter! I'm so excited!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. But you already knew that, didn't you? I hope so…

Chapter 1: A Night of Many Dreams

Wind whistled under the door, a dry, chilling wind that only came in the middle of the bitterest winter, which is what it was. Kagome, even sitting farthest away from the door, shivered violently, wrapping her arms around herself in an unsuccessful attempt to keep herself warm. She glanced over at Inuyasha, who was sitting across from her, eyes closed. She could tell that he was not asleep, for his breathing was irregular, quickening at the slightest disturbance outside.

Kagome briefly wondered how Sango and Miroku were doing in the other cabin, along with Shippo and Kirara. That hut was considerably warmer, and she wondered why she had been foolish enough to volunteer to stay here. Maybe it was because she didn't want Inuyasha to be lonely, or maybe for a hidden purpose, one she hid even to herself.

Snorting, she looked up again. Inuyasha would not be lonely if he was alone. Hadn't he spent most of his life that way, paving a road for himself to prove that he could beat even full-blooded demons? 'Maybe I should go stay with Sango and Miroku,' Kagome thought.

"Are you cold?" Inuyasha's voice startled her, so that she squeaked in surprise and her hands moved automatically to her bow at her side.

"Um, yeah." Covering up the sarcasm in her tone, she thought, 'What do you think? All I have on is this thin school uniform, at it's the middle of winter! Of course I'm going to be cold!'

"Oh," Inuyasha, who had been looking at her in concern a minute ago, now turned away from her, looking between the cracks of the door to the full moon beyond.

Kagome, her silent hopes abandoned, fumed. 'That idiot! How dare he! Why did he even bother to ask?' Suddenly, Inuyasha's haori was placed over her shoulders. She unconsciously pulled it tighter around her, clinging to the heat that radiated from it.

When she looked over at Inuyasha again, he was back in his position, head bowed, almost in a light sleep. "Thank you," she murmured softly, just enough so that he heard her. He looked up, his golden eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room. He stood up, head almost touching the ceiling, and made his way over to her. She huddled against him when he sat next to her, his body generating heat to her still frigid body.

They sat in silence for a long while, when Kagome, drowsy and heavy-eyed, nearly asleep, until Inuyasha abruptly spoke. "Kagome? Are you cold anymore?"

Kagome would have been annoyed at any moment other than this one. She could not muster up any rage against him, no matter how hard she tried. She was too comfortable in her current position. "No," she whispered, and then, as her muddled mind fell deeper into the realm of sleep, "I love you…"

Inuyasha's eyes widened, and he stared in confusion at the girl. 'She loves… me?' Pondering that, he thought about his feelings for Kikyo. 'I do love her, don't I? I knew that I loved Kikyo before, fifty years ago, but now… she's only an undead, tainting the world with her hatred. I must free her from that body of clay and avenge her by beating Naraku, but after that, then what will happen?' Unexpectedly, the answer came to him. "I love you too, Kagome…"

Somewhere in her dreams, Kagome heard him, and smiled.

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The moon was shining directly on her face.

It was annoying, to say the least. She tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't. She contemplated changing her position, but, judging from the people around her, she couldn't move. She attempted to shift, but Shippo murmured something inaudible and forced her back down. Sango sighed, resigned to the fact that she would get no sleep tonight.

Off to her right was Miroku, so she settled down to studying him, his rigid jaw line, relaxed in slumber, her tousled hair, his violet eyes presently hidden behind his eyelids. Even when he opened his eyes, she continued to stare, taking in his every detail.

"Am I that interesting, Sango?" Miroku's husky voice penetrated her musings, and she looked at him startled, at which he gave a light chuckle.

"No, Houshi-sama, I was just…." Sango's voice trailed off, her mind unable to think of a coherent answer to his teasing question.

"I see you've got company," he chuckled again, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

Sango huffed, frustrated with her defenseless situation. She wished she hadn't placed her boomerang on the other side of the room.

Miroku continued to laugh quietly, making Sango's blood boil. She threw off Shippo and Kirara with a frightening show of strength, and dove for Hiraikotsu.

Miroku got there first, and, holding it high above his head, he cajoled, "Come and get it! Come along, Sango!"

Sango growled loudly, and tackled him. His expression changed to confusion and then desperation, as Sango started attacking him.

"Sango, Sango, I didn't mean any harm," he pleaded. She grinned evilly, and then started tickling him, not giving him any mercy. He got a chance to glimpse at her face, and saw a maniacal gleam in her eyes.

His breath grew shorter and shorter, as he tried fruitlessly to stop laughing as she continued her assault, until she flopped on top of him, panting in exhaustion. They lay there for a moment, each trying to stare the other down, until Sango felt a hand on her backside.

"Sukebe Bouzu!" she screamed, slapping him soundly across the face. He grinned, proud of his victory. She, meanwhile, was stalking towards him, an air of fury on her face. She looked right into his face, hers a mere two inches from his, and shouted, "Sukebe Bouzu! How dare you every TRY that!"

As Sango rambled on, Miroku wondered if he dare try anything. 'Aw, what the hell, why not. It can't get any worse, can it?' With that in mind, he quickly kissed her, and pulled back, amazed at his own daring, curious to see what her reaction would be.

Sango touched her lips, and brought her hand to her eyes for inspection. 'Did he really… just kiss me?' She licked her lips, as if she could judge the kiss by the aftertaste. 'Ho-Houshi-sama… kissed me?!'

She looked at Miroku, who appeared just as dazed as her. 'Am I…. supposed to return the favor?' She leaned in, and gave him a swift peck on his lips.

Miroku heart stopped, and then started beating again, as quick as a hummingbird's wings. 'She-she kissed me back? Sango?!'

Shippo woke up, and sleepily rubbed his eyes. When he saw Sango and Miroku both on the floor, he decided that it would be best if he went back to sleep.

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Meanwhile, Kagome was also waking up from the dregs of sleep. She yawned, and stretched, but stopped when she felt her arm hit something warm and solid. Fearfully, she looked up, forgetting where she was. She almost breathed a sigh of relief, but Inuyasha's eyes snapped open at stared at her in bewilderment as she scrambled out of his reach.

As she stood up, he pulled her back down, intending to keep her warm

through the rest of the night. What he did not intend was that she would fall right into his lap.

They both froze, rigid with embarrassment at the position they were in. Kagome gave a small 'yip', and tried to at least adjust herself so she was more comfortable. She squirmed a bit, before realizing that she was, in fact, quite cozy in Inuyasha's lap. One look at his face told her that he wasn't exactly relaxed. She laughed, a light sound that carried through the whole hut, and caused Inuyasha to stare at her.

Laughing more, Kagome threw her arms around him in a moment of lunacy. Inuyasha fell over; Kagome sprawled on top of him. "What the hell?!"

After a while, Kagome's head came up off his chest and hesitantly said, "Inuyasha? Do you…"

He finished her unanswered question. "Yes." He finished it off with a kiss. That seemed to be the signal to begin. And so they did.

Outside, Sango and Miroku peered in, and snickered. "Shall we leave them alone?" Miroku asked in a formal tone, as if he were a servant asking a lord.

"Certainly," Sango replied.

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A/N: Well, how was it? I know that it's Inu/Kag right now, but that will change. Please review!