"What is it, Inuyasha?" Shippou asked, noticing that the half-demon had paused and sniffed at the air, looking around with a troubled expression.
"I dunno," Inuyasha shrugged. "I had a strange feeling, that's all. Something about...well, uh, nevermind," he said as he shook his head. "It was strange."
"About what? Come on, tell me!" Shippou begged, tugging on Inuyasha's sleeve.
"Well, actually, it was about Sesshoumaru," Inuyasha answered. "I had this weird feeling he was in trouble or something, but I don't know why I would care if he was."
"That is kind of strange," Shippou nodded. "Maybe your instincts are telling you to help him or something. You are brothers, after all."
"Probably," the half-demon closed his eyes and sighed. "Not as if that cocky bastard would ever get himself into trouble anyways. If there's one thing I know about my brother, it's the fact that he's about as strong as I am. He wouldn't get hurt or nothing unless he was up against somebody like Naraku, and if that were the case, I'd sense that evil bastard."
"Which evil one, Naraku or Sesshoumaru?"
"I was talking about Naraku that time," Inuyasha answered. "I don't get it, but whatever. I just had a really funny sensation, that's all."
"You're fidgeting," the fox observed.
"You're bugging me," Inuyasha retorted.
"Hey, I was just keeping you company while the others were getting camp ready!" Shippou said.
"Eh, whatever," Inuyasha said, looking off to the distance.
"Don't tell me that you're thinking about going after him," Shippou said, noticing the urgent, nervous, longing look that came right before somebody jumped up and went off.
"Why in the hell would I try to save his sorry ass!" Inuyasha snapped.
"Because you can't get rid of that nagging, itchy feeling unless you do," Shippou replied.
"Dammit, shut up and quit being right!" Inuyasha growled out.