It's funny, isn't it? Life..

Everything that makes sense, and everything that you've ever searched for, you finally find it.

And then it's gone..

You're smack back in square fricking one, with nothing to show for any of your tears. It's

like it was all a waste. A waste!

Inuyasha began to walk off from the camp site, knowing Kagome would quickly follow behind. He figured she was getting a few of those supplies from her era, which she insisted they needed but always seemed totally oblivious to the hanyou. What was it again? Soap? He tried to remember. She refused to admit he didn't need it, although he thought he did a pretty nice job of living for the past eight hundred and sixteen years without this supposed necessity.

Sure enough, he got around ten yards away from the site when he heard a certain miko call out

"Hey, wait up-"

She had put on some cotton baggy sweat pants, and was doing her best to lug her demon of a backpack along to try and catch up to Inuyasha. The sight of that horrid yellow bag always brought back some hard memories... Inuyasha thought to himself as he involuntarily rubbed the back of his skull.

The walk wouldn't be far, but it'd be awkward. There was something floating about in the atmosphere, everytime he looked back at Her face, whatever it was that was illuminating itself seemed to slap him cold in his mug. He just turned back and shut his eyes, crossed his arms and sported the "Inu look." The most stubborn of expressions imaginable, right there in front of Kagome. So incredibly stubborn and rare, you could probably make a buck or two by just submitting the idea of such a look.

And then the barrier was broken. Suddenly, as if a bucket of sub-zero ice water was dumped on his face after crawling around in the desert for fifteen days with nothing to drink, Kagome spoke to him.

"So wut'cha thinkin' about?" she asked meekly, with an attempted but failed cheerful tone. It took everything she had to muster up that line, she barely managed to clear her throat before embaressing herself with a 'half-question.'

Just like that, the silence was gone and all the pressure in the world that one could ever even hope to imagine was slammed smack dab onto a certain hanyou. What WAS he thinking about? Lately he wasn't even sure he knew. You gotta SAY something, you idiot! Then the pattern changed. 'Let's analyze it,' he thought. Was it hatred for something or someone? Was it lust? Lonliness? Fear? Determination? Sadness? Or was it something else...

There's a certain part of your mind that not even you wanna know about. It's just like that.. So wild. The un-tamed part of you, so to speak. Was that what he was thinking about? Or was he thinking IN it?

'What was I thinkin' about again?'

And then there it was again. It.. That noise. That collection of sound waves and vibrations that composed what people call a voice; and this particular voice was of that someone that can turn your world upside down or give you the fulfillment of your heart. Or was it? He figured his mind would be clear by now, no more mystery. Honestly, "What AM I thinking about?" he said aloud.

"Um.. I dunno." Kagome giggled. "That's what I just asked you."

She neglected to mention that she asked it twice, but it mattered not.

"Oh, yea. Right." he said, gathering his mind. 'That was weird.' he thought to himself. "You know, I'm really not sure what I'm thinking about. I guess that's kinda weird, huh?"

The girl giggled again. That beautiful giggle. Everything was okay. That giggle was worth killing an army, gettin your arm cut off n' losin part of an ear just to hear it once before you die. "I don't think that's weird at all.. I guess I feel the same way." she said with a smile.

They both chuckled a bit. If felt good to laugh with her. They were both confused, neither of them really knew how to go about the conversation, but nonetheless.. It was very 'at-easing.'

Not much was said the rest of the way, the majority of what was spoken was taken up by Kagome quietly humming to herself. A familiar song.. So soothing, so calm. It makes the day go away.. What was it about her this time? Was there something different? Something new? Or had he just never noticed this about her before.. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he suddenly had a new appreciation for her presence. He had never really paid attention to her voice when she sang.. How could he not? That's a dang crime.

"..Kagome..." he whispered under his breath. He didn't realize what he was saying, but it suddenly hit him in the face when he did, and he hoped to something high that she didn't hear it.

"Yes..?" she whispered back.

'#&! She heard it. Of all the-" he flamed in his mind.

Kagome suddenly realized something was wrong. Something was wrong with Him.

It's that familiar moment, like so many others. Like something cold and hard is gripping your stomach and it won't let go. It just keeps pulling.

"Inuyasha what's wrong?" she asked hastily, suddenly beginning to break a small sweat.

She waited a moment for His response, but recieved none. It just, keeps, pulling

"Inuyasha?" she called out frantically.

The youkai turned and looked her in the eyes, staring blankly into them. The miko's thoughts were lost in his bright crimson stare, these eyes told so many stories, so many things, so many lives, so many sins, so many, so many had been recorded by these eyes, forever locked away in the seal of a youkaic mind. He said nothing. He just stared. Just stared.

It.Just.Keeps.Pulling.

Silence.

"Inuyasha, please, say something to me." all joking was thrown aside into the wind, this was now serious.

"Kagome" he said, staring blankly into the world

"What? What is it? Please, please say something." she had dropped her backpack and sprinted over to him.

"I'm not-" "SAY SOMETHING." Inuyasha began, but Kagome cut him off.

"..I'm sorry..." she meekly apologized, as his gaze penetrated her mind. He could see inside her head. She was convinced. But why? What does all this mean? What does anything mean? What means? So many questions in this world. None too far from the others.

He gathered himself in almost a stance, legs spread about shoulder length and knees slightly bent, arms moving about, ready for something. He looked around and turned in the opposite direction, staring hard into the forest. Kagome almost felt sorry for whatever it was that made eye contact with him. That was one frightening stare.

"Inuyasha, I need to hear you tell me something." It was beginning to get to her. She needed Him to tell her it was all going to be okay. Just a few minutes ago everything was normal, for the most part. But now suddenly, this world was completely flip turned upside down.

"Inuyasha? Inuyasha!" She called out again and again. "I need you to tell me that"

What! Tell her WHAT! What in all the HELLS was she talking about? He grabbed hold of her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. "Kagome, what? What is it?"

She began to cry.

"No, not that. Don't cry" he said frantically, as he began looking up and down her body like she was an explosive.

He opened his eyes and was shocked at the smell of bark. It was tree bark, and it was everywhere. All over his face, and some of it was in his hair. He brought his hand up and began wiping it off; licked his hand and used it to wipe the remaining sticky-ness off of his forehead. "What the-"

He sat up, and looked at the trunk of this monstrosity of a tree and realized that the indentations in it were from him banging his head against it. He had been laying on the ground, grasping the trunk, and slamming his head into it. What in the world?

He stood up and turned around, and suddenly his ears perked up. 'KAGOME.' his mind screamed.

There she was, she was huddling herself on the ground, arms grasping her pressed-together-knees and head hidden behind them. She was crying.

Crying.

Kagome was crying.

He ran over to Her. "Kagome what's wrong?"

"Just say it's okay... tell me you're okay, tell me it's okay." she said through hiccupped cries.

Some hidden instinct within his mind took over.. Everything was on autopilot now. "Kagome... everything's going to be okay."

She sprung up from where she was sitting and dove into his arms. She hugged him fiercely, slammed her head into his broad chest and cried tears that made him want to kill someone. She used his kimono and his chest to suppress her cries.. He could feel the vibration of her voice channeling itself through him.

"Kagome..." his thoughts were shrouded in wonder. "Kagome... what is wrong?" he asked firmly.

"Please, don't ever, ever do that again. I can't handle it." she seemed to even beg.

'Do what again?' was what he wanted to say, and it almost found its way rolling off of his tongue, but he knew that wasn't what she needed to hear right now. Autopilot was still in service, and he spoke. "Never again."

She looked up at his face from her spot on his chest, and hugged him even tighter. "Thanks." she said, smiling warmly.

He held her firmly in his arms, it was something he'd never done before. He reached around to her lower back and grasped her closely to himself.

And then just like that...just...like...that.

"So um... wut'cha thinking about? I asked ya three times, you never responded. Is everything okay?" Kagome asked cheerfully, oddly enough for a question of this nature. And it was then, when Inuyasha looked up and realized he had been staring into the forest. '...was that all... just a dream?' he thought to himself.

"Kagome, we need to go back to the camp and talk to Sango. This is very important." he said with a firm tone, showing quite a bit of seriousness in what he was saying.

Kagome looked up at him and was suddenly very aware of something wrong. "O-okay." she said in a rather frightened tone. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm not sure.. I need to talk to either that flea or the old hag. I bet they can tell me what's going on." he replied.

"'Going on'?" asked a confused miko.

"I know this is weird.. please just trust me on this one." he said calmly.

"Alright... I trust you, Inuyasha."

Weeee I'm a psycho

I haven't written in quite a while, I'm sure plenty of you hate me. It's fun to express the ridiculous dimensions of my mind. As you can see, I've become a different person, I suppose you could say. Death Metal will do that to ya (b)b anyways that's it, I hoped you like it. If not, stop reading. b