A/N: No authors call outs today, I'm sorry...review though. I will give you preview name for new chapter...it;s going to be soooo great! Preview Name:The Garden of Memories

Oh and an extra...to the person who asked about DNangel and me copying something from it, I've never seen that show...so I wouldn't know anything from it.

Dedication: Simonkal of Inuy, you were one of my first reviewers, and asked questions that floated around in my head most of the time. I hope I've answere most of them. I also wanted to thank you for allowing me to contact you, and taking your own time out of the day to reply to my questions.

Thanks: Tairoru-Chan I wanted to thank you for the feedback you gave me in the beginning. I'm sorry that I might've overreacted. I just hope that you still read this story, and are able to except my apology. If you do, could you review. Thank you again for what you did, and I'm sorry I blew a gasket.

Kagome sat on a rock looking up at the night sky, counting the trillions of stars above. The moon's light shown on the surface of the lake below. The stars above started to twinkle on and off, as if to warn the person watching below, of what she is going endure.

A few twigs snapped behind her.

She still looked up at the sky, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

A branch cracked under the pressure of someone's weight.

Yet she no longer looked at the sky, her attention had been caught. She kept her face emotionless as she felt the presence. A man with buzzed blond hair stepped out of from the cover of the trees. His dull charcoal eyes caught sight of the supposed "powerful priestess" in front of him. Becoming angry slits as he remember Ryu saying that her appearance was deceiving. He took a few steps forward, a medium height shadow appearing behind him, created by the flowing light from the moon.
"Priestess I am here to collect the blood debt that you owe to my gang," Jiro said to Kagome. She stood up and turned around to look at him, her once emotional mask now cracked with anger.

"Where is Ryu? What have you done to him?" she asked venom running through her voice.

"He is no longer with us. It is your fault though, that he is dead. Of it had not been for you, he would've been alive right now…or maybe not. His life was in your hands, and you didn't even care." She flinched at his statement, fury claiming her thoughts. She quickly regained her emotionless face.

"I've enough lives on my hands as it is, I do not need to be responsible for a life that was never in my care."

"Priestess I could care even less about Ryu then you do. I will say it again; your blood needs so be spilled in order to pay the death of our leader."

"I am unable to give you my life…the blood however; I am fully capable of giving to you." She leaned down and picked up a small sharp rock lying on the side of the lake. Kagome walked over to him and slit her wrist. As the blood welled into a small puddle on her arm, she flicked it at him, creating a diagonal splatter of blood across his face and shirt. Jiro wiped the red substance from his face.

"What the hell?" he asked his face muddled with confusion.

"You said that my blood needed to be spilled; there you have your evidence for your "kill". Now leave," she replied walking back to stare at the lake. He saw her wrist glow with a pink light, suddenly the cut that could've caused her death now was fully healed. He became consumed in his thoughts, nearly as much as she was in hers.

'How dare she dismiss me, the great Jiro! She will not live long enough to regret her mistake.' He drew his knife still dripping with Ryu's blood. Jiro walked stealthily up to Kagome, she'd dismissed him a long time ago, forgetting entirely about him. Two inches away from her, his hand free of the knife moved of its own accord, striking her. Her head hit the rock, the one that she'd sat upon mere minutes ago. An eerie thud sounded through the quiet area. He stood over her his eyes gleaming with hatred.

"The blood spilt was not enough…I must take your life. Before I do tell me, how were you able to heal the slash on your wrist?" he asked. She was unable to respond. Her sight started to fade as blood leaked from her head.

'I need to heal the wound on my head…I'm so tired. I'll sleep for a little bit.' She thought plummeting into the shadows of her mind.

"Answer my question!" he yelled.

Five Minutes Earlier

The moon gleamed down onto his silver haired head, making it glow with brilliance. Inuyasha's dark red kimono blended in with shade of the tree's leaves. Wind blew his hair sideways, making him brush the overgrown bangs away. Pitch black surrounded his senses, as he retreated into his world of thoughts.

'Where is she? I've been trying to find her since that night with Naraku. It's as if she is able to hide her scent from me or something…but why? Damn, I can't believe I'm just sitting here wondering about some girl I hardly even know.' He jumped down from the tree, exhaling the breath he'd with held. Breathing in through his nose, he caught the scent of copper…blood. He inhaled again, trying to catch the owner's scent. Lavender and honeysuckle filled his mind, realization dawned on him.

'Kagome,' his thought became jumbled as he ran towards the scent. Seconds felt like minutes, as he tried to make it to her, praying that she was still okay. He came into a clearing with a peaceful lake, only to see some man with Kagome's blood on his shirt standing over her motionless body. Angry hard golden eyes changed to crimson red. Purple stripes appeared on his face, oddly standing out against his sun kissed face. Anger rolled off of him in strong violent waves.

"What are you?" Jiro asked the hanyou. No answer was given except a few grunts and growls in his direction. Jiro stepped away from the priestess, seeing the hanyou run to her aid. Inuyasha eyes turned back to their original state, and the purple spikes faded away, becoming nothing but a memory to the onlooker a few feet away. He picked her up in his arms and looked at her serene face.

"Kagome are you okay?" he asked. Her eyes opened, and filled love at the site of golden orbs staring at her. The scent of her blood became faint as her powers healed the gash on head.

"Inuyasha…you came. Thank you," she turned her gaze from him to Jiro.

"I do not know your name, and you do not know mine. Let us keep it that way. Tell your friends that I am dead; you will win their affection and favor. Tell them that the blood on your shirt is mine, and complications arose when I fought back. You then buried my body to hide evidence of your success to anyone other than yourself. This way you get what you want…and I get what I want…my life."

"But what of the man who gave me the note, that if I succeeded in killing you to contact him?" Jiro asked.

"What man do you speak of?" Inuyasha asked intercepting on their conversation.

"On the note he said his name was Naraku," replied Jiro.

"Tell him nothing he will merely think that you failed, and were unable to execute me. He will not contact you again if you do as I said. Now if you'll excu-" Kagome was unable to finish her sentence, sleep had taken her. Inuyasha looked down at her and smirked, jumping up above the trees.

"Wench it has only been two days, and with out me you are defenseless," he said, not seeing the smirk of her own that played across her lips.

'Inuyasha, you have no idea how wrong you are. I protected myself as much as needed, I would've dealt with that man on my own if you had not come to "save me".' She thought snuggling into the outside of his cloth of the fire rat.