Chapter 7

Don't own Inuyasha

Kagome was having trouble sleeping that night. As she rolled over for the numerate time that night she gave up and got out of bed. Not knowing what else to do she went outside. She was so sore she couldn't move very fast and she thought she was even walking with a slight limp.

Looking up at the sky she could almost forget about her aches and pains. She watched as a lone shooting star raced across the glittering see of midnight blue. Suddenly the peacefulness of night was interrupted by a loud crash on her left. Looking in the direction of the sound Kagome saw something big and white moving in the shadows to her side.

As Kagome opened her mouth to scream the blur of white decided to scare her into speechlessness by jumping out in front of her. Now Kagome could see that it was a huge white dog. Her mouth hung open but for the life of her she couldn't get the least bit of sound between her lips. She couldn't move.

When the demon suddenly reared it's head and howled she turned and ran back inside. Then realizing that if the demon attacked her house it would fall and her family would more than likely die she ran back outside and towards the woods. Her mom was still inside and she didn't want to put her in any danger.

Running away Kagome only got the courage to look back every once in a while. When she would the dog would still be right there behind her. Maybe if she ran until the demon got tired she could escape.

Even as the thought entered her head Kagome realized that it would not work because as a human she would get tired before the demon even broke out into a sweat. Still she had to try. She couldn't just give up without a fight. That would be like killing yourself and she was a firm believer that things never got bad enough for that.

At one point she tripped and she could've sworn it was over for her. The only thing she had in her favor was his size. But, then again, that could be used in his favor as well. As he runs through the trees they help to slow him down but also because of his size he's so much faster than she is.

She got back up and ran again. This went on until close to dawn when she couldn't move another inch. Her sides ached and she couldn't even begin to breathe and she tripped again. This time she could not get up. She laid there listening to his footfalls getting closer and closer…waiting for the moment in which he would end her life.

However, when he got to where she was he stopped. Nothing happened. She couldn't hear anything at all. At this point she almost wished he would just go ahead and kill her. Every bone in her body ached. Part from the run and part from Inuyasha's harsh treatment of her.

Suddenly something touched her arm. She was running so much on adrenaline and the fear of death that she screamed and jumped. Unfortunately that was as far as her spurt of strength went and she couldn't move again.

But all she felt was a gentle tug. Someone was helping her up. Her muscles protested every moment and she winced. The touch, if possible, immediately gentled even more. When she was lifted into a strong pair of arms she looked up into the face hovering above hers.

Instead of returning her look Sesshomaru looked forlornly out at the moon. "I'm sorry." That was all he could spare for her. Sesshomaru looked down into her pale face. Down into what he had done to her and called himself pathetic. That was all he could spare for the woman he loved. The woman who had just run from him because he was frightening.

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry." He looked into her eyes but saw no fear. He saw compassion and, if possible, a small amount of care and understanding there in her aquamarine eyes.

He looked up and started walking. He had to get her back home. She was so sore she could not even move on her own. Otherwise he was sure she would be fighting him right now. At least that's what he told himself. He looked ahead and refused to give her his direct attention. What had he done? He had just scared the one person he loved to the point of exhaustion.