Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. Though, I'm working on setting up a delicate plan so that I can catch him. This plan includes a box, some string, a stick, and ramen.


It was hard to look at; InuYasha was laying down in the dirt. Laying down not out of physical pain, which was normal. During a fight he would get knocked down, or when Kagome or Kaede was treating his wounds he would sit down for them, whilst grumbling and cursing. But this wasn't like any of those times; this was different, frightful. There was nothing physically wrong with him, but the weight of something else was now resting on his shoulders. And it was too heavy for him to carry. Something had snapped out of place in his mind and left him completely defenseless to the world. He'd lost control of his body completely, his muscles weren't working for him and he just collapsed.

Then, suddenly he picked himself up off the ground to stare at something that only lay a few yards away from him. I followed his line of sight only to see, and remember, the other body on the ground.

"Miroku…?" He questioned, now turning his gaze over towards me.

"Yes?"

"Kagome… is she?" I could only shake my head, as I once again watched him crumple.