CH. 1
The higher they went up the mountain, the colder it got. The trees blew in the icy wind. It put chills in the 5 travelers as they trudged forward up the mountain. The trail was getting narrow as it made its way up the mountain. The sun had almost set, and it was getting colder by the second. "Inuyasha, we need to find shelter. By the looks of the sky there is going to be a blizzard." Said Miroku in hopes that he would convince the stubborn hanyou to find a place for them to sleep. Inuyasha just kept walking as if he hadn't even heard him. "Inuyasha, her lips are turning blue." Said Sango. Inuyasha glanced down at the girl in his arms. Her lips were indeed blue. Seeing this he began to walk faster. Everyone followed in hopes of finding a place to rest soon.
They came to stop at a small hut. It looked old and not very sturdy but they were desperate. They followed Inuyasha inside where he laid the girl in his arms down onto the ground near an old fire pit in the center of the small, old, hut. He then turned and looked at the others. "We're going to need wood, lots of wood. Miroku, you come with me to collect firewood. Sango, you get out some blankets and wrap her up to keep her warm until we return." He said then walked out with Miroku following behind him.
Sango walked over to the yellow backpack lying beside the girl. She then began removing all its contents one by one until she reached the blankets. She took out two big fleece blankets and wrapped them around the girl. The girl was pale. Probably from the cold and from being passed out for two days strait. Her lips weren't blue anymore, but chapped and red. She had a knot on her forehead from the demon that knocked her out. Here and there she had a few cuts, some deep, others nothing but scratches. She was dirty; she hadn't had a bath since the battle. Inuyasha walked in carrying a huge pile of wood. Miroku came in after him carrying another huge pile also. They then sat the firewood down and began building a fire in the fire pit.
Sango walked over to the girl lying on the floor. She felt of her forehead with the back of her hand. "She's a little hot, but I don't think it's a fever." Sango then took a small rag out of the yellow backpack. She walked outside and grabbed a handful of snow. She took the snow and placed it on the rag near the fire. The snow melted and wet the rag. She then took the rag and folded it in half and placed it on the girl's head. "There, that should help." said Sango. She walked back over to we're the others were sitting and joined them. Inuyasha seemed to be lost in thought as he sat against the wall watching the fire. Miroku was doing the same, Kirra laid asleep in his lap while he petted her absentmindedly.
Soon, everyone was asleep. Sango lay covered in a blanket near the fire. Miroku on the other side of the fire opposite Sango, lay asleep too. Inuyasha was the only one awake. He sat by girl watching her sleep as if it were the most interesting thing on earth. She had been out for two days. He was so worried about her although, he'd never admit it. He wished she would just wake up. All he wanted was to know she was ok. He reached down with one hand and gently caressed her cheek. Her skin was so soft. Her cheeks were a bit flushed. And even though she was bruised and pale she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. After doing so he left her side to sit by the wall and sleep. No one knew of what had just happened, except for the small cat demon lying near by. But she'd never tell a soul.
