Trust
Inu-Yasha sat down on Kagome's windowsill staring out. He needed Kaede to heal her, but he couldn't bring Kaede here and he wasn't about to move her.
"Is Kagome okay?" Souta's concern shifted to the activity in the room forgetting about his original question.
"She will be." Inu-Yasha replied from the windowsill before he fell off.
Inu-Yasha jumped into the well hoping that the masses of rain had stopped. The well still had water in the bottom fortunately Inu-Yasha didn't get too wet. The clothes he wore were mostly dry. The sky was clear and sunny. The same heat wave from Kagome's time swept over him. He bound off to Kaede's. His muscles were still sore from his fantastic flight so he moved slower than normal. When he reached the outskirts of the village, he slowed his pace to a walk.
Inu-Yasha walked determined right through the center of town to Kaede's hut. She had to be there; it was getting dark.
"Ah Inu-Yasha, there you are. You look like you're in a better mood. What's with the fancy clothes? Did you go see Kagome?"
Inu-Yasha simply ignored Miroku's questions.
Shippo sat upon Miroku's shoulder watching Inu-Yasha as if he was a wild animal that wasn't to be trusted.
Inu-Yasha entered Kaede's hut to find Kaede sitting by the fire with Sango near her. Inu-Yasha didn't acknowledge Sango's presence. He knelt down opposite Kaede on his knees like Kagome liked him to and waited for Kaede to acknowledge his presence.
He stared silently at the fire listening to his own heart beat. It beat so loud to him that he almost missed Kaede speaking to him.
"Good Evening Inu-Yasha." Kaede responded lightly.
Inu-Yasha snapped his eyes up to meet hers. "I need your help." He stated flatly.
"Oh?" Kaede replied.
Inu-Yasha stared back down at the fire. Kagome needed him. He curled his right hand into a fist. "Kagome's hurt."
That's no surprise. One of them was always hurt to some degree or another. Miroku thought sitting down next to Sango since he still wasn't sure if she could handle Inu-Yasha's presence yet.
"I see. And where is Kagome?"
"In her time." Inu-Yasha replied.
"Then why not let her people take care of her? They must have much more advanced medicine than I."
Inu-Yasha let off a slight frustrated growl.
The others jumped at his growl. After the last time, they no longer trusted him.
Sango looked to the floor as she raised her hand to hold the area Inu-Yasha had injured.
Inu-Yasha huffed in response then stormed out.
"What's up with him?" Shippo asked.
No one answered.
Inu-Yasha returned later that night with dead demons and plants of all kinds. He began to sift through the items on Kaede's floor that he had brought back. The others stared at him. The items he decided to keep, he placed carefully in a bowl the others he tossed carelessly out the hut. Inu-Yasha's stomach growled after freezing for a moment Inu-Yasha resumed his activity.
Inu-Yasha went through all his items then started digging into theirs. He grabbed a simple medicine that Sango always kept on her then added some to his concoction. He picked up the mix and dumped it into a demon skin that he had made into a pouch. Inu-Yasha sliced off a small section of his hair with his claws. He used it as a tie for the bag closing it up. "Seal this!" Inu-Yasha commanded Miroku sternly tossing the pouch to the floor in front of him.
Miroku shifted his gaze from Inu-Yasha to the bag on the floor in front of him.
Inu-Yasha was getting frustrated with Miroku's timid approaches. Inu-Yasha huffed and walked over to the doorway. He looked out across the darkened landscape. The cold of the night flowed through the oversized shirt. He had forgotten how cold it was without Kagome there to warm him.
"Inu-Yasha…" Miroku asked while placing a seal on the bag. "I'm curious about your outfit."
Inu-Yasha stiffened. He hadn't changed before coming back. Kagome liked to see him in other things. He'd gotten so used to her strange ways that he forgotten how different he acted around them. Kagome would have smiled and made a comment that she liked his clothes; however, at the moment, she couldn't say anything at all. Inu-Yasha hung his head low at the memory of how she looked when he'd found her in the pool of her own blood in the bottom of the well.
"Inu-Yasha?" Sango asked.
"Kagome's mother gave me these." He finally replied to Miroku's comment. "She figured since Kagome was so hurt that I might be there awhile." His voice faded out just before stepping outside the hut and out of sight. The others didn't need to know that his clothes were soaked from the rain, covered in mud from his fall, and even his undershirt was coated in Kagome's precious blood.