Hey there! I'm so sorry for not updating for a really, really long time. You see I was away and then my proofreader decided she didn't want to proof read for me anymore, so I've been going over them as good as I can so please don't hate me for my crappy grammar, etc. I tried my best. Anyway, thanks for the reviews. It really means a lot to me J

Oh yeah. Unfortunately I don't own Inuyasha; Kagome, etc. so please don't sue me for not putting the disclaimer up on the first chapter. I do however, own the new character so ha! Can't sue me now can ya! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Sorry. I'm tired and really excited to finally be posting this and its all going to my warped little head. So anyway, I hope you like it!

CHAPTER TWO

He had been following their scent all day but after the snow started his usually keen sense of smell was muddled, and he found himself going around in circles.

'How embarrassing is this! A demon of stature gets lost and starts following his own scent!' If his face hadn't become completely red from the cold you would have been able to see the scarlet blush creep up from his neck and stain his usually pale skin. He hated that, 'Who ever I picked up that damn quality from I could strangle.' Both of his parents had fairly dark skin. 'Come to think of it they both have quite dark hair too. Where the hell did I get this color from?' He cursed his deep orange hair and his pale skin.

As a child his damn face was always a dead give away to when ever he had done something wrong and was confronted about it. No matter how good of a lie he had come up with his face always told the truth, 'Well, it was more like the color than anything else.'

He had begun thinking about all the messes his face got him in as a distraction from the wind and snow, which had become a problem. He was getting surprisingly cold. 'I don't get cold, well not this cold. I can't remember if I have ever been this co…' He was struck by a forgotten memory. He had been this cold before when he was young. 'EIGHT!' the age popped into his head. He had been playing in the snow when one of the older boys of the tribe had thrown something into the woods. This particular boy had an exceptionally good arm. He had been determined to search out the object, to prove to the boys that he wasn't a weakling, which they so often accused him of being. So he started off on his journey following its scent. Soon the snow started falling again, then it began to blizzard. His nose was too cold and the smell of wet obscured almost every other scent, so when he finally picked up on a scent, thinking it was the objects, followed it for quite some time until he had to stop from the cold. He huddled behind a tree and tried to get his bearings. That's when he noticed it; there were footprints leading all around this particular area. 'I followed my own scent and went around in circles,' he thought disdainfully.

He was pulled from his thoughts when his nose really did pick up on something. 'That smell! It has to be them.' He mustered up his strength and took off following the scent of his rivals.

When he finally reached the spot he was almost blown away, not by the wind but by what he saw before him. It was sprawled out at the bottom of a cliff. Its lower body was turned to the side while the upper half was lying back flat to the ground. Its arms were in an awkward looking position and its face was tilted to the side, all covered in a light layer of snow. He got closer to investigate. The face was very white sporting a set of blue lips. 'It's a woman! A human woman.' He took a step back and was almost tempted to leave her there but his mind protested when the image of a woman floated into it.

This woman had found him when he was lost in the blizzard as a child. She had taken him to her home. She had a daughter who slept with him that night; she had kept him warm.

"Human or not I can't just leave her here," and with that he pulled her from her place on the ground into his arms. That's when their smell hit him. He had the urge to drop her but then saw the blood on her sleeves and Masimo's signature puncture wounds. 'Those fucking bastards!' He gathered he tightly back into his arms and went off in search of shelter.

Inuyasha lay curled up in a ball at the base of a tree clutching the Tetsaiga. His wounds had almost stopped bleeding but he didn't care much about that or the fact that he was cold. 'Kagome! Where are you?' his mind cried. Maybe if his thoughts could reach her everything would be ok. She would be safe, and that's how he would find her, safe and sound. She would jump up and yell, "What took you so long?" and glare at him with those eyes, those beautiful warm deep brown eyes. Her eyes were always warm, sometimes they were blazing, and they never ceased to amaze him. He saw himself in them. She didn't see him as some lowly half-demon, half-human, what he saw was acceptance, warmth and love.

Her eyes comforted him as much as her scent. Both spoke to him in a hundred different ways, told him secrets usually with one betraying the other. Her scent whispered and teased his senses with Kagome completely oblivious to her affect on him. She would get angry with him for acting weird, her eyes would spark and their gaze would fix on one another. Then his face would be driven into the ground.

Right now he would do anything for her to oswarie him, a hundred times even. 'I would give anything to breathe in her scent and look into her beautiful eyes.' As he imagined them they turned sad and frightened and alone, she was shivering. He suddenly noticed that he was shivering. 'If I'm cold she must be…' his thoughts halted there and his whole body tensed. He pulled himself off the ground and started frantically searching for her again.

LATER

He had been jumping from branches to get a better view to no avail, and landed on one not able to support his weight. He was too exhausted to react quickly enough and fell to the ground. There was no pain, only in his heart did he feel anything, and he really wished he couldn't. He could feel his heart breaking. 'Why didn't I protect her! Why couldn't I protect her? It's all my fault!' and his guilt seemed to shatter it.

Inuyasha lay at the bottom of the tree and wept.

The snow stopped and night was fully upon them. The forest glistened in the light of the moon and all was quiet, the only sound heard was the crying of a broken hanyou.