AN: Well! I haven't been bitten by an IY muse in over half a year! Even though it was my original fandom…this is a drabble. 100 words precisely (since that's what a drabble is) Sadly, my ANs combined will be longer than the fic. Sorry, but please, I hope you enjoy this little introspective piece anyways. Read on lovelies!

"Two Little Boys"

by: ilikesaddleshoes

He stared into the depths of the well, trying his utmost to will her into making an appearance.

She would show up, in that flash of blue, and she would ask how he was, and what had happened while he was gone, and everything would be back to how it should be.

Shippo stared into the well, arms folded under his chin, the sun shining brightly down on him.

Souta stared into the well, arms braced against its rim in the dark dusty wellhouse.

He really wanted her to come back home.

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AN: Well, hope it struck something in someone. I really saw a parallel between the two younger boys who seem to care for her so much. And Kagome, as for choosing where to spend her time, she can't win for loosing. Anyways, reviewers get chocolate bunnies!