Chapter 2:

Authors Note: Hope everyone likes it! Here's Chapter 2

Kouga walked along, running was next to impossible now a days. It had been nearly a week since the encounter with Kagura and Kikyou. He felt annoyed; the miko's presence confused him and made him curious. Not only was his thoughts on her but his thoughts on his appearance was quite disturbing too. He looked…different since that day. His left eye was scarred over and that slight change well changed his appearance entirely. It made him feel different, it made him be looked at different, and it made him…tougher. If that made any sense, he looked a little more firm, a little more challenging, a little bit better. Still his outfit and his hair didn't seem to go along with it, but he felt no need to change it, he was concerned with only two things. Naraku and Kikyou, he felt strange that it wasn't Naraku and Kagome but his thoughts on Kagome had been very seldom, and growing less each day.

Kouga walked alone; there had been no trace of Naraku anywhere at any place at anytime day or night. He had killed countless demons, settled several problems, and not once found anything or any trace of Naraku. He sighed looking down to the water slightly, letting a clawed hand run through it.

"Strange how a ripple in the water changes an appearance"

It would be her voice. Kouga turned over a shoulder sitting Indian style as she set on the ground, one knee up the other leg stretching out. Kouga said nothing as he stared towards her, he normally pounce out on anyone who just appeared like that but she made him feel calmer. Was she changing him?

"Where'd you come from?" Kouga said calmly staring towards the water, his appearance standing still, the ripples seizing to exist.

"Yes…you didn't smell my scent." Kikyou concluded. "You must have been thinking very deeply"

"You can never come out and just answer my question can you?" Kouga said annoyed now, turning his full attention towards the miko. No longer cold but impulsive.

Kikyou smiled slightly. "I suppose not. I was at the village solving a minor problem while I was looking for traces of Naraku, I felt your aura and I decided I'd see how you made out with your wounds"

"Even though I'm a demon?" Kouga questioned his voice a bit softer, the thoughts of the red thread weaving themselves through out his mind, and the single priestess who walked on them.

Kikyou said nothing the night's breeze pushing her long black hair to the side. Kouga stared towards her a few seconds, just looking over her. He paused slightly curiously, turning his head to the side as if to get a different aspect of something. A light blinded his eye and he could see her, she looked different and her soft words echoed through out his head. "Inuyasha what do you see? Do you see a human?"

"Do you always wear your hair down?" Kouga asked abruptly.

Kikyou blinked a few times, turning her head towards him in the same way she had in the light. Kouga blinked a few times surprised and stared towards her almost confused, 'Serious de ja vu' Kouga thought waiting for her answer, the miko continuing to stare towards him in surprise.

"Yes" She said slowly, smiling a bit. "Do you always wear your hair up?"

Kouga blushed a bit feeling a bit insulted, and looking to the side. "I didn't mean it like that! Of course I do! I mean did you use to wear your hair up? When you were alive!"

Her brown eyes widened towards his words, a short gasp sounding her lips. Her calm mask completely shattered, "It wasn't up like yours" She stuttered quickly. Kouga nodded, "I know" He said simply, his clawed hand coming to her face, pulling the strands slightly in front of it on both sides, and cupping it in the back. "Like this" He said seriously, and then turning a bit red. "Well basically, it was neater then I have it and stuff"

Kikyou stared towards him, "How could you possibly have known that?"

Kouga paused, "I saw it…when I looked at you." He said quietly, "It was in the past…when your scent wasn't carrying dirt along with it…it was when you were talking to Inuyasha….it was such a…" He paused "quiet voice" he finished in a whisper.

Kikyou gasped a bit and then smiled. "Yes…when Inuyasha and I…were in love."

Kouga said nothing staring towards the side. "You…aren't normal…even for someone who's dead" Kouga said finally staring towards her. "You walk somewhere others can't touch don't you?"

Kikyou stared. "Once you have died you cross over to a world where no one can touch you" She said calmly, her emotionless mask on, rising to a stand now, staring towards the water, the moon casting angry shadows on the fallen miko.

"No" Kouga said rising to a stand quickly. "No that's not what I mean." He stared into her brown eyes as if reading them, desperately trying too. Kagome told him when you looked into someone eyes it was the window to their soul, but he couldn't read it. Her soul was in Kagome…wasn't it?

"What…do you mean?"

"I mean…That line!" He choked, "That thin line…between love and hate…you walk there don't you?"

She said nothing. "You're an interesting person Kouga" Kikyou finally said. "I find myself acting very strange when I'm around you, are you…changing?"

Kouga looked down, "Yes" He said slowly, the words came out before he could even comprehend he had agreed. She nodded, "I thought so". He said nothing as the two stared face to face and then Kikyou spoke once more. "Until we meet again" Her back turning to face him now. Kouga could think of nothing to stop her, he paused though. It was making sense…somehow.

"Allies?" He called out to her, Kikyou looking over her shoulder. "Hm?" she said calmly her eyes meeting his blue one.

"I've got your back, you've got mine?"

Her eyes widened slowly and she smiled. "Yes"

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Kikyou walked a long narrow dirt road; it was strange how easily she relaxed in his presence. She figured she was getting weaker, she figured she needed…a friend. She had no one to talk too, no one to lean on except memories of Inuyasha. But now, she had an ally. His soft words repeated in her mind…

'I've got your back, you've got mine?"

She somehow felt comfortable by those words, and if that was all she had to cling too, she would suffocate those words in her mind. Any thing to not think about Inuyasha, anything to move on from that dreaded day. The dreams of claws upon her flesh haunted her through the nights, and the blood of her wounds hitting the pavement; the arrow etched into his chest, haunted her thoughts. It was a never ending nightmare that haunted her all the time, keeping her from sleep or keeping her from living.

It was Naraku's fault, she knew that. She would kill him, the jewel and herself and it would be done with. All of it would be done with, but she still loved him. Even though it was him, she loved Inuyasha, even though it was his body that cut through her flesh, the images of her with him, or the images of her reincarnation with him they were all tied to him. He was always on her mind and to keep it to herself, she hid it. She destroyed her emotion, she no longer remembered joy, or happiness. They were legends to her.

Kikyou breathed death, she moved in rage and hatred, she cried in pain and she loved Inuyasha. Those were her only emotions, the rage that moved her fake body of clay; and the pain of her loving Inuyasha. She was clay, she was not disliked for this by village people, village people did not know and if they did they surely did not care. She helped them, demons words meant nothing to her, so the harassment of her pathetic body came from herself.

A miko who had failed to protect her job, her responsibility. Because she was stupid enough to think that she could fall in love, that she could do something that was forbidden to someone as herself, to think she could be happy as a normal human being, what a stupid, stupid women. A women who died to find that when she was brought back to life that the thing she died for, is a live and moving and falling in love for another women, the women that was indeed her reincarnation. A priestess with a body of clay for thinking she could find peace in death. A priestess who's reincarnation broke the very thing her past live died to protect. A priestess…a priestess who…. Who...

The taunting in her mind was endless, torturing words. She was never alone, so she could never cry, because someone somewhere was always watching. The people in the heavens laughing down upon her misfortune, that was waiting for her silent tears. Her head pounded but she never cried. No, she would never cry.

Kikyou sighed, how long could she keep this body moving without sleep? Even she needed sleep but the sleep that would douse upon her would surely be restless and she wasn't ready to give in to the nightmares. The ones that were with her when she was a wake at least had a chance at escaping but never in her dreams.

She came to a stop resting her tired eyes; the dream would start off bad as it always would…but that night Kikyou dreamed and she dreamed of a friendly face of a arrogant wolf demon, with long black hair and one eye, named Kouga.

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Authors Note: That was Chapter 2! Enjoy!