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Chapter Two: Nowhere To Be Found
Silver moonlight shimmered radiantly on a crystal, clear lake, which was situated in the middle of a forest surrounded by a meadow full of different colored wild flowers, while darkness overtook everything else that was usually visible during the day. Silence, other than the sounds of wildlife, penetrated throughout the area, almost as though it was forbidden to speak or make any loud noise what-so-ever. Fallen cherry blossoms were carried gently across the gleaming water by the wind, making the surface ripple slightly in response. Not too far away, Kagome stared up at the starry sky, lost in thought about the earlier events that took place just a few days ago. 'Inuyasha… I'm really going to miss you…'
"Miroku…I'm concerned about Kagome…she hasn't been eating for the last few days, nor has she spoken much." Sango stated, hugging her knees to her chest. "What do you think we should do? If this keeps up, she'll become very ill!" Miroku sat close to the campfire, throwing twigs into it while trying to come up with a solution to the problem.
"Well, I can understand why she's acting this way," He said as he shifted his gaze from the fire over to Sango, giving her a quick glance before he continued. "It's not uncommon after this sort of thing happens. However, we need to let Kagome know in any way possible that we're here for her if she needs us. All we can do is support her and try to get her to look after herself."
"Do you think she'll ever be the same again?"
"I'm not sure… I'd like to think so." Sango sighed sadly, feeling great sympathy for her best and close friend. How could Inuyasha do this to her! Couldn't he sense the pain he was causing for Kagome! In less than an instant, she felt her blood start to boil, her anger rising at the thought of the hanyou. But all that emotion and stress was cast away when a single arm enveloped around her shoulders, causing a faint blush to creep up onto her cheeks.
"Miroku? What are you…" The young demon slayer found herself at a loss of words.
"You should probably try and get some rest. We'll talk further more on this tomorrow if we need to." Miroku pulled her closer to him, leaning his head against hers.
'For once he's not being his lecherous self…' Sango thought, smiling a bit. Soon after closing her eyes, she fell asleep leaning against the monk, who followed in a short amount of time.
Kagome could just picture the scene with Inuyasha and Kikyou, embracing each other, looking death straight in the eye as they were slowly being pulled into the gateway of hell. 'I wish he'd have chosen to stay…I wanted nothing more than for him to live…' Her shoulders shook as she buried her face into her hands, making it obvious to anyone that she was crying. She just couldn't take it anymore. Nothing could describe this kind of pain. Nothing. It seemed to control her every action, her every thought. Oh, how she would give anything to make all the pain disappear, to make it stop hurting. She envied Kikyou. She envied her because of the fact that she could be with Inuyasha, knowing that she could never find someone as special as he was. Wrapped up in her grief, she didn't notice the demon that had crept behind her, looking at her thoughtfully.
"Priestess!" Kagome twirled around to face the demon while forcing herself to her feet, startled, cursing herself for not sensing any demonic auras. Had she'd known that there was a demon nearby, she would've gone back to camp, where she knew it was safe. 'That would explain the eerie silence…' She countered. The demon that stood a few feet away from her folded his arms over his chest, his face twisting in disgust. "I would've thought you'd be much more experienced than this, priestess. Surely you can't be the re-incarnation of Kikyou. She, on the other hand was always ready for these types of situations."
The demon had long, black hair that was tied back in a braid and had red eyes, tainted with the hatred he held towards everything that he crossed paths with. On his face, he had many battle scars, each telling a story of their own. He wore golden armor, making him look rather tough looking, and at his side, had a long blade that he often used in battle, most of the time successful in killing his enemy. You could say that he looked pretty human-like, if it weren't for his eyes and his pointy ears.
"W-what do you want from me?" Kagome stammered, taking one step back. She hadn't the slightest idea of what he was planning to do and looked around for anything she could use to defend herself, but found nothing.