A.N Hey, I have a question….do you all want me to make Sesshomaru cry? I…can but I didn't think I should because I wanted him in character….it's just I have this one reviewer (you should know who you are) that has sent me like 4 reviews to make him cry. Hmm……….no sorry….maybe like a tear or a smile but I'm not going to make him bawl……too weird. Okay next chappie.

Always There

Ch. 8

Kagome……I love you……smile for me……I've always loved your smile……so beautiful……you're so good at helping people……so important to me………live a long, happy life………you…made my life worth living………I could never love…someone else……try to be happy……don't wallow too much in your pain, move on, and enjoy life as much as you can together…don't waste it………I…love you guys………I've never felt so accepted………You've all made me so happy…I'm so glad that I met all of you……Thank you…for not letting me die alone……thank you…for being the best family I got………I want to die just like this, thank you……For everything…I love you…I promise…I'll find a way…to always…be with…you……………

I love you…

It was already beginning to fade away. It was becoming harder and harder to remember all that he had said, all the emotions that had flashed in his eyes, the feel of his lips against her cheek, the inner glow of his very soul…it was dulling.

No, she didn't want…to forget…

She didn't want to even forget the very pain of hearing his ragged breathing against her ear or the stinky slip of his life's blood staining her legs and arms. She didn't want to forget his voice, gruff and indifferent, calling her wench, saying he loved her. She didn't want to forget the feel of his little ears, twitching against her fingers, laying flat and dead against her palm. She didn't want to forget the beat of his heart, strong and powerful, getting slower…and slower…until it had finally……

Kagome whimpered and gripped her fingers into fists until they were stark white, forgetting to breathe as she tried to push back at the sobs striking at her chest. No, she didn't want to forget, but she didn't want to cry.

No more, she didn't want to cry anymore.

All the tears were meant for the funeral and that was over with. It was all over with, no more tears.

He was gone, dead; try to happy, don't wallow too much in your pain. Kagome squeezed her eyes painfully shut, making her forehead pound by the stress. No, she was not going to cry.

And she was not going to forget.

Once she had gotten hold of her composure, Kagome relaxed her fingers and swallowed several times to get back at that stupid everlasting lump.

She sighed and breathed in the day's brisk air, relieving slightly the thoughts and churning memories, the God-awful emotions, but at least she knew she could still feel.

At least she knew that she had not yet been consumed by the dark empty hole inside of her, slowly sucking her into a deep choking place where she would have to stay forever.

At least she knew she was still alive.

Kagome opened her eyes and looked around her increasingly bright surroundings. Everything was too colorful, too happy with the billowing grass beneath her feet, swaying gently in the wind, the euphoric watercolor lilies and field daisies decorating against the green, the huge yellow sun casting an angelic glow upon every petal and stem.

Spring was supposed to be joyful and wonderful but in her new present outlook of life, Kagome wished it to be a forever winter, dark and cold, like what was currently living inside of her.

She wished that she wasn't here in the first place.

Why in the hell did they have to go today? Why in the burning twisting depths of hell couldn't they stay in the village….or at least let her stay and mellow in the long drudging and lonely years ahead without her beloved soul mate?

Kagome sighed, she knew the answer.

They had a duty…and a promise.

They had to start their journey again sometime, better now than never. They couldn't just let Naraku rally around killing everyone in a joyful frenzy by finally destroying his greatest foe. There was no way she would allow for that evil bastard to breathe for another day. So, Kagome stood taller and set herself in a determined pace to catch up with her traveling companions Yasha at her heels, their journey started once again.

Without their stubborn leader…without her love and best friend, Kagome bit her lip, no more tears for heaven's merciful sake.

No more tears.

Kagome slowed down when she came a couple feet behind her dear friends, her 'pack'. She smiled a very tiny smile, it seemed that Miroku and Sango had finally bridged the gap, though she wondered briefly why Miroku's hands were bandaged. Oh well, it wasn't her place to ask and besides…..did she truly care?

Kagome struggled to lift her bow over shoulder without dropping her precious sword, Inuyasha's precious Tetsusaiga. They tried to dissuade her from taking it; Kaede could look after it they had said.

To that she had answered no way in hell!

She trusted Kaede, of course she did, but Kagome just had this sinking feeling at the thought of leaving the trusted weapon behind.

Either in a bizarre way she had subconsciously thought they would need it (which was impossible since the only person who could wield it…….was dead) or it was only a pleasant keepsake of who had left them; a way for him to somehow always be there, like he had tried to promise.

Didn't matter what reason really, it was there now and Kagome would protect it with her very life. If she ended up dying in the process, well…she wouldn't mind.

Kagome cradled it in her arms, casually stroking a thumb over the trusted hilt. This sword had protected her many a time, it was her love's most valuable possession, and she would be sure that it lived throughout the ages.

Maybe…it would be better to take it back to the shrine?

It would be safer, no demons in her time and there was already plenty of old stuff in her home, besides she knew that her family would love having a part of Inuyasha in the house.

But…Kagome shuddered at the thought of returning home…she had been reluctant to ever since the fateful trip she had made to inform them of Inuyasha's death.

She wasn't able to take all the tears and broken spirits, Kagome desperately missed the normal loving household, even Buyo seemed depressed by the sudden loss.

And ever since she had explained the true dangers for being in the past, with demons and Naraku to her mother, Kagome had worried that she would not have let her go back.

That was why she had slipped out in the dead of night to return and she hadn't gone near the well ever since.

Kagome prayed to any God up in heaven that her mother would not worry too badly, though it was possible that she would be too overwrought with the tragic demise of her 'son' to really care.

Kagome tilted her head by a sudden bizarre realization.

Souta was grieving from the loss of an 'older brother', Buyo had lost a beloved playmate (though the games were not always to the fat kitty's liking), Momma had lost a precious child, Shippo had lost a second father, Kilala a fellow demon partner, Kaede a grandchild, Miroku and Sango a trusted friend and 'family member', Kouga a foe but also means of…a rather strange friendship, Naraku a hated nemesis, and herself……..

…..the love of her life.

Inuyasha had always thought of himself as just the worthless half breed, nothing more, of course he had tried not to let that information slip. He didn't like being pitied.

She wondered briefly if he had any idea of all the wonderful roles he played, but except for the whole nemesis thing.

She hoped he somehow realized how deeply loved he was (again not by Naraku).

Wait a minute….she had forgotten someone!

What about Sesshomaru?

The older dog youkai had always made it quite clear he despised his younger half brother, but Inuyasha was also his only family member, his only brother.

How did he feel about Inuyasha's death?

Or even worse…..what if he didn't know?

Kagome felt the once normal twinge of pity, that feeling had once been such a big part of her life; she had always wanted to help people and to look on the bright side of things…until the means of her life's brightness was abruptly taken away. Kagome slightly rallied in the knowledge however that the 'old her' was still hidden somewhere in the deep dark cold of her soul, no the half of her soul.

I hope at least…that Sesshomaru isn't…too happy about……that day…

Hope, what a strange notion. Did she have the urge to ever hope again, to ever feel the flare of hope in her chest?

Kagome's head popped up by Sango's sudden burst of laughter, the taijiya chuckles were not large or extremely mirthful, but Kagome could tell that it was not forced…and neither was the smile on her friend's face.

Sango was not pretending to be happy….Kagome sighed and sniffed.

She was actually being quite pathetic wasn't she?

She knew that she could perhaps never be happy again without her love, she probably could never find the thrill of life as appealing as before…that day, but…she had to remember…that she wasn't the only one to lose someone.

Sango…had lost more than herself…much more….Inuyasha was another attendant added to the long list of deaths the poor woman had to endure.

And yet she was smiling and giggling.

Kagome wanted to cry once again…..Sango was so strong.

Kagome then realized that of all the things her friends had gone through, her plight was the least, even though she had lost her beloved darling.

Shippo had lost his parents, his father twice.

Sango had lost her entire family, including another dear friend, plus her brother was walking the earth as an amnesiac mummy.

Miroku didn't seem to have any family as well, and in an awful bonus he had a curse in his right hand ready to swallow him up whole.

As for Kilala, Sango was her only companion before she had come to join their group.

They all had lost someone. And they all were still so brave.

I could never be like that though………

She could never feel the bubble of laughter, not with the vision of her love's lifeless body plaguing her dreams, and she could never truly feel like herself once again when a big portion of her was six feet under the heavenly God Tree.

But she couldn't lose hope.

She couldn't lose hope that someday they would avenge her love, destroy the jewel and also avenge Kikyou, make her friend's lives more happy and worthwhile, and then she….she would soon die and finally be one with her hanyou.

No, she couldn't lose hope…even if it was a tiny twinkle.

That's my girl…I was worried you were becoming weak.

Kagome closed her eyes and could see the glowing figure of her love in her mind, walking beside her in all of his stubborn glory.

I told you before I'm not weak.

The hanyou's pale imaginary face, wispy and smoke like, gave her a smirk.

Yeah, but you are a weak stupid human.

Kagome knew she was having another one of her 'dreams', pretty soon a noise would wake her up and she would find herself still walking across the meadow with the cruel reality that Inuyasha was really dead and buried.

But that didn't make her try to push him away; it was the closest she could ever get to see him again.

Just for a little while.

Maybe….maybe she could finally stay.

You know you can't do that.

Her hanyou's face became serious and slightly sad, his amber eyes not as sharp as they had been in real life bored into her own.

What do you mean?

Kagome's hand shivered by the ghost feel of warmth as "Inuyasha" grabbed her hand.

The real Yasha in doggy form, cocked his head in confusion when suddenly Kagome stopped walking and had her eyes closed, her mouth twitching with unheard words.

You can't keep lying to yourself, Kagome. You have to realize that I'm gone.

Panic began to seize in, no, she didn't want to go back not yet!

Kagome, I love you, but you have to move on.

NO! No, I don't want to, not without you.

His smile was gentle, so unlike him as he trailed a thumb over her lips.

I'm always with you, Kagome. You have to understand that, I'm always with you.

But I want you really here with me, where I can touch you and…and kiss you, hold you close.

Yasha nudged her foot and began to worry when nothing happened. She didn't even twitch when he whimpered and pulled her sock. Oh, shit she's day dreaming again. Come on Kagome wake up!

Kagome's vision wavered as barking reached her ears; she struggled to stay in her dream with her true love for just a little longer.

I want to be with you, I want you to be real and alive again.

His gruff voice whispered coolly, making her back shiver. I will…just wait for me…

That was strange, what did that mean? But before she could ask, which was stupid since he was only a figment of her depressed imagination, a pain pierced her ankle and she fell to the ground with a yelp.

Her eyes popped wide and she was greeted by an overly relived puppy bounding into her chest.

Kagome, you stupid girl, you're okay! You're okay, you're okay… you…are OKAY! Oh shit, stop doing that to me. Inuyasha snuggled into her and licked her cheeks and chin frantically.

This had been like the thousandth time that Kagome had gotten lost in her daydreams. This was the shortest of them all but it was also the most difficult so far to awaken her from them.

She had scared the shit out of him.

Oh you're okay, you're okay! You need to please stop doing this to me, woman. He whimpered to get her attention, for she was currently staring straight ahead, and white knuckling his sword; her hollow brown eyes turning glassy with tears. Kagome…? Kagome, come on, please look at me, yell at me. I mean, your ankle's bleeding……shit I didn't know I bit her that hard………oh, come on you wench SAY SOMETHING!

He was gone.

Kagome's throat began to close up, her eyes began to sting, and she was starting to have hard time breathing.

He was gone.

Reality check.

He was dead and buried miles form here and never coming back.

She knew she was dreaming, her mind knew better, but yet her heart felt like it was so real. Now that she was back in the real world, her heart's pain was as fresh and true as on…that day.

But I don't want to cry! Kagome felt another pain in her ankle and she blinked to look down at Yasha who was sinking his canines into her bleeding leg.

"Y—Yasha…" The pup looked relieved and released her foot gently to lick at the blood.

"Kagome!"

"Kagome, are you alright?"

Dammit, she couldn't make them stop. They had started and now they wouldn't stop. Tears kept trailing down her cheeks as she looked up at her worried friends…her pack…her family….Inuyasha's family.

Her throat hitched, she nodded to them saying she was okay, and then she burst into sobs.

"Kagome! Kagome, what's wrong?" Miroku, Shippo on his shoulder, stopped in his tracks by the unexpected outburst of despair.

"Kagome…?" Sango's voice was gentle, soothing and kneeling beside the distraught girl, she wrapped her arms around Kagome's shaking shoulders.

Kagome broke into another wave of sobs and she flung herself into her 'sister's' shoulder. "S—Sango….I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I…I didn't w—want to cry anymore…I thought it was over…..but I….I miss him….I miss him s-so much…I can't make them stop…I can't stop c-crying…dammit!"

Sango wasn't fazed and actually hugged her closer; she rubbed Kagome's greasy and knotted hair and whispered softly in her ear. "I know…we all do…and we always will…it's okay to cry Kagome…we've all cried….it just shows how much we loved him and miss him…..it's okay…..and I'm the one who's sorry…I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you were in so much pain…hell you're still in pain…I know we all are….I'm sorry I wasn't a true friend to you in your time of need….Kagome…"

Kagome shook her head in the taijiya's chest and clung to her traveling kimono, "No, no, I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for…for everything! I'm sorry for not being as strong as you…I'm sorry for being so weak……I'm sorry…I'm sorry…."

"Kagome, you're not weak. It's not weak to be grieving. It shows that you care that….Inuyasha died. It shows that you loved him." Sango's eyes began to go glassy, "We all have been so careless….this is really the first time we've been together….for so long we've been ignoring everyone else and doing the one thing Inuyasha didn't want us to do….wallowing in our pain…..we did it so much that we forgot about everything else….that's not right…he wanted us to be stronger for one another…..to stay together…"

Miroku nodded and knelt beside them. "Inuyasha has human….I mean had human blood though….so I think he understood that we would feel things very strongly…..it's okay to wallow in our pain for a little bit…..I think he meant we shouldn't do it for the rest of our lives…..I think he would have wanted us to grieve together….to be stronger for one another in our despair…..it's okay to cry….but not by yourself…."

Kagome turned to him with tear traced cheeks and then hurled herself at him, hugging him around his neck. "Miroku…Sango…S-Shippo…..I'm so sorry for not being there for any of you…I didn't know what to do…what to say…I knew you guys were all hurting but I….oh God…I didn't really care…I mean I did but I was so…..so…broken that I didn't think I could do anything about it…..I'm so selfish…I'm so sorry…"

"Kagome….momma…its okay," Shippo hopped off the monk's shoulder and wrapped his tiny arms around the miko's neck. "We've all been selfish…but that's okay right now….we need to be strong….but its okay to be weak together for just a little while…its okay to cry together……Inuyasha would…well probably call us pathetic…"

Everyone chuckled dryly in choked throats.

"But I think….if one of us died…he would have cried with everyone too…..he would have showed how much he cared….somehow….he was rough around the edges….but I know that he must have had a hard life and when bad things happened to him…he…he didn't have anyone to cry with….I think he would understand…..I think he's actually crying with us right now up in heaven…."

Or right here next to you all……it sucked that dogs couldn't cry but Inuyasha knew that if he could….he'd probably be bawling his eyes out….that would have been really weird for him…but at least he would have had all of them with him.

His wonderful family, it's okay to cry.

Yasha stepped back a few steps and watched as his dear pack cried together, hugging and teary-eyed, sniffling but smiling. They were broken but he knew they were slowly putting the pieces back together.

He hoped that there would still be a spot in that puzzle for him once he returned. He hoped that they would welcome him back with joyous tears and tremendous love; he prayed to whatever God up there that he would still be wanted. Please wait for me guys…please still love me and miss me…I'll be back soon…please wait…wait for just a little bit longer…

Inuyasha began to feel a little unwanted as everyone cried and loved without him. It was like he wasn't supposed to be there, like he didn't fit in, even though he was supposed to be dead. They were crying about him. He really wasn't supposed to be there.

Dammit, that bitter sweet feeling of rejection began to unfurl a disgusting taste in his mouth. Please still want me guys……when I return…please still love me……

Inuyasha watched them for a bit but then stood up and began to walk away. I shouldn't really be here…his chest felt tighter and heavier with each step away from his family grieving and reminiscing about him.

Kagome glanced away for a moment to see the puppy walking away with his head bowed and ears drooped (unknown by him) and she frowned. "Yasha," she cried, "Yasha come here."

The dog spun around, his eyes wide, and he cocked his head to the side.

"Come here boy," Kagome opened up her arms and beckoned him to run over, "Come and be with us, it's not right for you to be excluded. You're part of the family and I think Inuyasha would have liked you. Come here and learn about the person you got your name from."

The pup looked hopeful, and a bit confused, but still didn't come to her.

"Ah, come on Yasha. We love ya, without you, I don't think we could have survived." Everyone nodded with Sango's words.

"You've been there for us so let's return the favor. You deserve some lovin'" Kagome giggled and patted her legs. "Come here and be with us boy!"

Yasha barked happily and bounded to them. He jumped into the middle of their loving circle to be hugged and petted with fervor.

He still had a role, he would still be wanted.

They just had to wait.

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It must have been hours sitting on the itchy grass, laughing, crying, and talking about their beloved friend.

It must have been hours of retelling of good times, bad times, funny times, sad times, loving times, and all the other times in between.

It must have been hours of hugs and memories.

It must have been hours of remembering.

It was hours well spent.

Yasha enjoyed a tummy rub from a blessed Kagome, she did them the best, while he listened to the different point of views of him from his friends. The many different stories and adventures they all knew but didn't mind hearing or telling.

He was a bit perturbed with the constant reminder from them that he was stubborn and trying at times, but they made it up with the prideful words of him being brave and loyal.

They kept saying that he was a true friend, the best leader (at times), and that they would have never regretted meeting him.

They also kept saying how much they missed him and how they would do anything to have him back.

Oh, they would piss themselves if they ever knew that that was going to happen.

What a great secret. It was kind of fun knowing something they didn't.

Yasha chuckled through his nose and closed his eyes, enjoying a soothing rub down.

Suddenly a high pitched distant noise pricked his keen ears, someone was calling his name desperately, and whoever it was, was coming closer.

He jumped up and growled, getting everyone's attention.

"Yasha, what's wrong. Is someone coming?" Sango grabbed her boomerang.

"Do you feel any jewel shards, Kagome?" Miroku asked.

Kagome shook her head, "Nope, nothing."

"What's wrong, Inuyasha."

The pup glanced to a worried Kilala.

"I don't know. Don't you hear that? You do have better hearing than me. Someone is calling my name."

The neko, in her tiny form, pranced over to his side and strained her ears. "You're right, but I can't tell who it is."

"It sounds almost like…"

"Lord Inuyasha, Lord Inuyasha! Oh, Kagome, Miroku, everyone! There you are I have been hearing the most disturbing news. You must tell me that I'm wrong, where is Lord Inuyasha?"

"Myouga…oh shit…"

A tiny speck hopped to Kagome's nose and jumped up and down in panic. "Where has Lord Inuyasha gone! Please, don't tell me that what I've smelled and heard is true!"

"Myouga….where…where have you been," Kagome asked, hoping to gain some time to think about what to say. The flea was not going to take the news of Inuyasha's death lightly.

"Kagome, don't distract me. I've been all over, it does not matter. Now, tell me girl where is Inuyasha? People in practically every direction are talking about…about a brave and noble hanyou's death in battle. And I also caught wind of Inuyasha's blood a couple weeks ago. Please tell me he's alright!"

Inuyasha knew that the big death bomb was about to be dropped. Ah, damn it to hell…he's not going to take it well at all…the hanyou pup ran over to Kagome and waited for when he would be needed.

"I'm sorry….Myouga….we didn't know where you were…..a couple weeks ago….Inuyasha fought with Naraku………..and he didn't….he didn't make it…"

A tense horrible silence, the rest of the pack walked over to form a smaller circle around a shocked little old flea.

Myouga shook his head and let himself fall off Kagome's nose. Inuyasha took the chance to lean out and catch him, to have him land onto his own snout.

The poor flea didn't take any notice of the pup; tears began to well up in his wide bug eyes. "No, no…that cannot be right…not Lord Inuyasha…."

"We're sorry Myouga. Inuyasha is already buried under the God Tree. He's gone." Miroku shielded his eyes behind lowered lashes.

"No…you're wrong! Lord Inuyasha would never let that bastard Naraku kill him! My Lord is too strong!" Myouga pounded his little fists into Inuyasha's white fur. "It is not true; it cannot be true, you're wrong!"

"He's been…dead for a couple of weeks now…the gossip is true, Myouga. Inuyasha has died." Sango whispered the news. It had to be told to the poor old man gently. But she knew he was still not going to take it well. He wasn't so far. "Inuyasha is dead."

"NO!" It finally sunk in and the flea began to cry. "Please…no…not Lord Inuyasha….not that poor boy…….not him….please……not my master again…" Yasha wondered what Myouga meant by his last statement, watching the flea sob into his fur, when it hit him and Inuyasha could feel his chest tighten with pity.

Myouga had now endured the pain of having two masters die; his father and now him. Poor stupid flea……poor Myouga…

Inuyasha twitched his nose and whimpered. Myouga turned his head to look up into Yasha's big amber eyes. The flea sniffed and he whispered hopeful and disbelieving, "In-Inuya…sha? Lord Inuyasha?"

The pup scrunched his brow but then nodded a little. Why did I say yes…It's not like he would believe me? Myouga narrowed his eyes and moved to all fours to suddenly sink his nose into Inuyasha's skin.

That took the hanyou by surprise.

"Hey what the shit!" He barked. Inuyasha, in his normal irritation whenever the cowardly old man would bite him, lifted his paw and slapped him off his nose to the ground. He snorted at the flea, rubbed his snout and walked over to sit next to Kagome, still simmering with anger.

"Ah poor Yasha," Kagome patted his head, "Myouga what did you do that—"

"LORD INUYASHA!" Myouga who had been testing the taste of the pup's blood pounced with all his might for the dog once he had finished with his experiment. Inuyasha yelped by the sudden hugging attack and his eyes crossed by the flea jumping with enthusiasm on top of his nose. "Lord Inuyasha, it is you! I knew you could not be dead, oh yes, YES! Oh, Lord Inuyasha, what has happened? You're a dog, ha, that is funny! Now tell me what happened, I know that's you!"

It was another shocked silence, except for the old man's happy laughter.

What……the hell…?

"M-Myouga…what are you talking about? Inuyasha is dead….that's Yasha…a puppy I found after…In…Inuyasha's funeral…" Kagome scratched Yasha's ears and looked at all her friends with confusion.

"Ah, but don't you see? This is Inuyasha! He looks like him, to some degree, hey you have a tail! Oh, and he smells like him a little bit but the greatest thing is that he tastes just like him too!"

Inuyasha's eyes widened….as with everyone else's.

"What…the hell do you mean?"

The flea sighed dramatically and sat cross-legged on Inuyasha's nose, facing them, he cleared his throat, "This so called 'Yasha' is actually Inuyasha. His aura, his smell, his looks and taste, this dog is somehow our wonderful hanyou!" he clapped his hands and grinned.

"But…that can't be true….we watched Inuyasha die…how could…"

"I believe Myouga is correct…" everyone stared at Miroku.

"Okay, please explain monk." Sango leaned forward with skepticism written all over her features.

Miroku coughed into his palm before explaining, "Don't you feel it, Sango, even now. The aura around this pup, it is similar, or even maybe identical to Inuyasha's. I think we were all too deep in our grief to notice it at first. We also overlooked the rosary. It is supposed to work only for Inuyasha's soul….so why did it go around this dog's neck?"

A fulfilled awe and Inuyasha began to grow fidgety.

"You're….oh hell you're right! His aura, it is the same and let's not forget his eyes and ears, and even the color of his fur." Sango began to grin with a new born enthusiasm.

"Myouga, Shippo, what does Yasha smell like exactly." Miroku tapped his chin and his eyes gleamed.

Shippo hopped over to the dog that started and began to back away, his tail going between his legs. Oh shit…

The kitsune sniffed delicately, blinked and then took a big nose-full, his eyes widened. "It's true…it's true, it's true, I didn't notice before! Yasha smells like Inuyasha…except for a little bit of dog underneath but it still smells like him!"

Myouga laughed, "And even his blood tastes like the exceptional ones from my master! Don't you see this is Inuyasha!"

Kagome gently picked up the pup and placed him on her lap; the hanyou yelped by all the stares and huddled into her shirt. The girl rubbed his back soothingly to calm him down and closed her eyes to concentrate. Before long she opened them again and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "He does….he feels like Inuyasha…"

"Kagome…put him down on the ground and do me a favor…" Miroku bit his lip in thought.

Kagome did as she was told and Inuyasha could feel his ears droop in anxiety.

"……say sit…."

The puppy yelped and jumped away from them to start sprinting. Get away, get away, get away, get away! Oh SHIT!

"SIT BOY!"

Trip, slip, crash.

The rosary worked.

Great, the perfect time for the demon to decide to attack.

What a wonderful spring day!

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