Always There
Ch. 9
It was almost like the good old days.
Traveling across a meadow on a beautiful spring day, talking and laughing, when suddenly he says something stupid and gets sat, that's when the huge snake-bull-monkey-lizard-crocodile-uh-thing decides to attack when he still can't get up from the spell.
Okay, put in the fact that he was technically dead and at the moment in a dog's body being trapped to the ground by the subduing spell……wait none of this was normal……except for the constant demon line of "I am here for the jewel shards!"…..yeah, that was the only normal thing.
It still was a pretty day.
Okay, ten, nine, eight…Inuyasha pulled himself as low as he could into the green sprigs of grass. Just a little longer, he had to keep himself out of the demon's vision before then.
Seven…...six……five, four…
"Yasha! You filthy thing you, you won't get the jewel shard or hurt my dog!"
Oh, great Kagome thanks…tell him where I am……three, two…
"Oh dog," the youkai's voice was, as always, deep and guttural, rumbling the earth between the pup's stomach, "I think I will have a delicious snack before I steal your jewel shards."
The claw descended downward.
ONE!
The spell let up and Inuyasha rolled out of the way, quickly hopping to his feet and sinking his canines into the demon's big scaly hand. Filthy, rotting like blood spurted into his mouth, burning his delicate tongue, but he didn't loosen his jaws. Even when the youkai howled in painful irritation and began swinging him to and fro, he still didn't let up.
Hey, he was a dog, but he was still was the same stubborn hanyou on the inside.
"Yasha, we have to help him!" Kagome cocked her arrow and began to aim.
"Wait, Kagome, you might hit Yasha!"
Kagome paused by Sango's words and stomped her foot in anger, "You're right, what are we going to do? We have to save him!"
"Of course we will, he's part of the family, we just have to think of something else…….wow, he certainly does remind you of someone doesn't he, he hasn't let go at all…"Kagome bonked Miroku's head and scowled.
"Can we talk about this later; we have to think of something!" Kagome cheeks began to turn a muddy red from her worry and irritation.
Sango gripped her large boomerang (how do you spell the name?) and began to sprint toward the demon, ignoring the talk between her pack. "Come on, hand to hand combat will have to do! Get a sword and help me!" She called over her shoulder; she then swung her boomerang across the ground to effectively slam into the demon's large sausage like legs. It howled in new pain and fresh anger.
"Right!" Kagome turned to the discarded Tetsusaiga she had dropped to the ground to cock her arrow, paused but then shook her head sadly, running off to join her already battling companions.
She couldn't transform the sword and she wasn't about to break it in half by rough-handling it.
Inuyasha's gums began to strain to the final extent, his jaws pounding with stress, and let's not forget his tongue felt like it was being burned by acid. But just a little longer, he was not going to let go, damn what he would do for his old body right now.
He wasn't sure how it happened, one minute he was chomping down a good two inches into the demon's disgusting flesh and the next his jaws were as weak as paper and it had affectively tossed him into the air. Luckily Kagome had been there, the pup and girl-oomphed- as he flew into her chest and she fell rather gracefully to her behind……okay not that gracefully.
Inuyasha rubbed his snout and shook his head to clear his muddled brain and growled, ready to bound back into the battle. But Kagome held him tighter and stroked his back, sending shivers through his body and calming the deep rumble in his throat, "No, Yasha stay here. We'll take care of the bastard…"
But then Shippo screamed by a way too close strike of the demon's claw to his little tail and Inuyasha's thrill of fighting thrummed into him in a big burst of adrenaline. Before Kagome could do anything to stop him, Inuyasha leapt from her arms and sprinted to the demon ready to take a good hunk of flesh out of the filthy thing.
Unfortunately, that was not a good idea.
He should have remembered that he wasn't a hanyou right now; he didn't have any of his great demon attributes like running or jumping. He was a little weak puppy in a tiny pathetic (though cute) body and was just….a normal dog.
So when the demon saw him coming and struck at him…there was no demon blood to help the hanyou see the attack coming….no demon blood to jump or deflect the attack….no demon blood to help him run out of the way…….and most importantly and unfortunately there was no great demon healing ability that was going to help heal the awful wounds he was about to receive.
So Yasha stuck his ground and welcomed the inevitable pain and prayed to any great God above that the same thing did not happen to any of his companions.
White fire laced through his back, neck, arms….basically every inch of his brittle body (his stomach felt like it was being burned into nothingness) when the claws struck and Inuyasha's keen kawaii ears were consumed by the sound of Kagome screaming his name when his world…..turned black.
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There was no way he could have lived through it.
A claw had succeeded into striking through his soft underbelly which he loved to have her rub and it seemed like pints of dark red blood coated the ground.
Almost as much blood….as that day……the field was covered with it….almost like…that day.
Please God…not him too…
Kagome screamed her poor pup's name into the heavens, the syllables and shrillness of her hysterical voice merging into a painfully high, loud sound making even her own ears pound and bleep.
The same feeling of shock and horror, such as on another day, struck her chest, dropping a thousand pound weight chilled with ice into her stomach. Yasha, after being stabbed by the youkai's claw, kept skimming through the air to slam back first into a neighboring tree, creating a sickening snap. He crumpled to the grass…..and laid still.
Time as well….stood still, all members of the pack staring at the (seemingly unknown by them) second death of their dear leader.
Not again.
This couldn't happen again.
Not another loved one…..even if it was just a dog….
That was it….the demon bastard was going down.
It didn't last long, once the detached feeling evaporated and a ravenous adrenaline kicked in, the demon hardly stood a chance before being mauled and sliced and burned into ashes.
They didn't rest there before running as fast as they could to the bloody heap of Inu-Yasha.
Kagome sobbed and knelt down by the red furred, broken heap and cradled him to her chest. He didn't twitch.
"Please….don't tell me he's……" Sango dropped her boomerang, her arms not having the effort to carry it. Blood spattered her ankles by the demon bone's slap to the ground.
"Please tell me he's not….."
"Of course he is……..a dog couldn't live through that………dammit….why does life want to f……." Miroku trailed off with a sigh and dropped to his knees, to cast a weary hand to his chin for a prayer.
Suddenly Kagome laughed, hysterical with tears and relief.
They looked at her like she was crazy but she kept right on laughing.
Finally she got the sanity to explain.
"I can feel a heart beat! Yasha's alive!" Her smudged dirty face glowed with her smile and she fell under another giggle attack of pure liberation.
"What are you sure…..you must be mistaken!" Miroku crawled over like a hurried crab and stuck a hand under the pup's comatose chin.
Blood smeared his fingers and the monk closed his eyes tight to concentrate……..one…..two……thr-THERE! A slow heart beat, a mere thump against his finger pads but it was there and it was the pup's own. The dog was alive! Miroku smiled and his heart felt like it would shatter or either fall limp in his ribs with happiness.
He jumped to his feet, "Hurry, it's true, Yasha is alive but he may not be for long! We have to get Kagome's medical box and find a stream to clean him up and set those wounds! Oh dammit we have to stop the bleeding!" Miroku quickly shuffled out of the top layer of his kimono and grabbed the pup delicately from Kagome's arms, wrapping the unconscious Yasha in the many folds of the purple cloth.
The monk held him close and began to jog back to their camp site, calling over his shoulder in urgency, "Come on dammit, let's get on Kilala and find a river or something! Don't just stand there!"
The happy spell was broken and everyone realized that time was of the essence; Kilala re-burst into flames (she had transformed into her little self after the demon was destroyed) and growled that she was ready. Everyone else hurried like frantic moths to gather up their belongings and most importantly have the medical box, or first aid kit with them and ready.
Precious minutes felt like hours flying over the forest on top of the neko searching for any source of water, the puppy losing more and more valuable life giving blood staining the purple into a rusty brown.
Finally, a river…..and-OH BY THE GODS-even a hot spring!
They landed down and it was time for the work to begin, at all costs Yasha had to be saved, they could not fail like they had for another one of their dear companions.
In the safety of trees and prying eyes, Kagome stripped and dressed into her bathing suit (how conveniently brought on this particular spring day) and then dashed over to Miroku who was unwrapping Yasha, his almost unseen breathing beginning to sound wheezy and strained….but at least they could hear him breathe.
She clutched the dog gently as she could, walking straight out into the warm water, not slowing an inch until she was a good waist deep. Carefully, she lowered the pup below the surface, his paw twitching by the unexpected moisture, but he still made no other sound besides the wheezing.
Keeping his head up, Kagome hurriedly washed as much as she could of the horrible wounds; blood trailing out and dying the clear water, entrails of ghostly red twisting outward and around her form. Yasha's head lay limp against her arm while she gently trickled the hopefully clean liquid over the slightly gaping hole in his abdomen. His ears swiveled oh so slowly and lethargically by the drip, drop of the streams water falling from her cupped hand, but the small movement meant the world to her.
The blood still oozed over his creamy white fur but that was as good as she could get his body to be even remotely clean. Now it was time for the bandages.
That was when he finally began to make little noises, thankfully indicating he was still in the mortal side of heaven.
He squirmed and whimpered, pawed and groaned by each turn and tie of the itchy cloth wrapping around his torso, neck and one broken paw. His eyes clamped and released and even his teeth showed in a weak growl as Miroku secured the final loop around his hind leg.
"Hey, its okay boy…its all over now….you're okay….we're done…" Kagome rubbed his snout with one finger until he relaxed, whimpering again. She sniffed back tears and picked him up to hold him like a baby, trailing soothing circles with her palm on the fur seen between the bandages on his back. "Everything's okay boy….you were so brave….stick with us all right?"
Shippo tiptoed over and looked up at her with big pleading emerald eyes, "He is going to be okay, right Kagome?"
Her throat almost cracked with her answer of yes.
Miroku sighed and dusted his still bandaged (though quickly healing) hands, actually sticky with blood not dirt. "It is too soon to tell but I believe so, Yasha is a fighter…" the monk chuckled and stared down at his palms, "that I know."
"Come on, let's make camp and make sure he's comfortable," Sango said softly with an underline of command.
They did as they were told.
The fire crackled lazily, such as Kagome's hand as she softly petted Inu-Yasha's head. The sun was setting just as lazily casting soft pink and blue and other gentle colors across the sky. Yasha hadn't stirred or opened his eyes once, not even as he was laid across Kagome's lap which a fluffy feather pillow was set upon as well. He had to stay as comfortable as possible.
Kagome sighed, what seemed to be the thousandth time in the span of the couple hours, and leaned back against the tree behind her. Her butt was starting to prick with needle pricks of numbness and she kept subconsciously shifting, though her conscious mind tried its best to make sure she didn't strain Yasha's injuries when she moved.
Come on Yasha please wake up soon…
Not much conversations had gone on, no reminder of what they were talking before the demon attack, no attempt to say if they should make dinner as their stomach's began to growl, no…all waited and lounged for the first sign of the pup's awakening into the living world. They stared sightlessly into the fire and constantly sent quick assessing glances to the sleeping dog when they thought no one was looking….but everyone did notice they just didn't say anything since everyone was doing it as well.
It was a constant routine….fire, shift, look, shift, stare, sigh, shift, and then shift again ….the night's wonderful events thus far.
The hanyou pup had no idea; he just kept right on sleeping.
Kilala had moved long ago to curl up next to the passed out dog and to casually lick and nudge his chin lovingly, though even those constant movements didn't rouse him either. Sleep, lick, purr, sleep, sleep…….that was another part of their little nightly routine. Kagome didn't try to dissuade her. The neko had seemed quite attached to the dog as well ever since he had been welcomed into the family. She was just as worried as the rest of them.
Suddenly right when the full moon began to gleam amid the slowly presenting stars, Yasha groaned and bat his paw.
Kagome gasped and everyone immediately turned and stared intently, Kilala stopped her licking and nudging right away to stare as well.
The dog sniffed and whimpered when he moved his arm to rub his snout. Kagome gently grabbed his paw and caressed the soft fur soothingly, "Don't move boy, you're hurt…"
…………hurt……? The beautiful voice singing methodically in his ears was right, his entire body was sore and stiff, every little movement sending another prick of hot fresh pain through his muscles. He was hurt…but how…when….?
It was like walking through a spider's web, or a wool blanket, his thoughts were drugged and stubbornly slow, like a drunken man waking up to a nasty hangover. Every word was hard to think of and his mind's voice even sounded quiet and weakly whispered. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to sink back into the darkness, but somehow it felt like his body had other plans. But didn't it want the rest too?
……everything……hur…hurts……just me…? I'm just hurt……right……? No one else……………Ka…Kagome…Shippo…they're okay right? Oh………ow……can't move………what…...happened…?
Claws flashed in his mind's eye like wild fire and he was struck by a burst of wakefulness, didn't last long but it was enough for him to be able to open his eyes. His vision blurred sickenly and he struggled to keep his stomach's contents down. He noticed he was lying on something really soft, he was actually sunk in it, and there was another object fluffy and fuzzy curled up next to him, warming him comfortably. The other soft thing that had stroked his paw went back to rubbing his back again. He sighed and his eyelids drooped, leaving a tiny slit of amber.
Kagome smiled to see those beautiful amber orbs again and whispered to everyone, "He's awake now….probably not for long……but he's awake……how are ya boy?"
Inuyasha's eyes widened a tiny fraction to lift up to her as an answer before drifting close and open again in a drugged blink. Kagome's smile grew.
Shippo chuckled in his throat in happiness, "He's okay."
"Thank goodness…" Sango wiped her eyes tiredly.
But Miroku shook his head, "He may be awake but that doesn't mean he's okay, those wounds are pretty serious."
The happiness was struck down and everyone nodded sadly.
"Should we change his bandages now……"
Their voices dipped and swirled together in a huddled mass in his thrumming ears, his mind drifting in and out of the gray areas of consciousness. He couldn't concentrate, he knew that he was somehow critically injured but yet no feeling of fear registered in him, not even the occasional twinge of pain could wake him up fully. It was like every breath of Kagome's scent and oxygen was another dose of anesthesia. God, he was tired…
That demon sure did a number on you, huh puppy-kun?
Great now he was hearing things…did he pass out? Was he dreaming?
…m-momma…?
Yes, dear. How are you feeling?
Inuyasha smiled by the maternal worry in his mother's voice. Dream or not, it was nice to hear her again.
Like hell……oh, sorry…I mean…I've felt better…
His mind filled with her wonderful laughter.
That's good. Now listen to me puppy-kun, you need to stay calm for me okay?
…uh, okay……since I can hardly move…I think I can do that………but…why…?
Your wounds, like always really, are very serious. And since your new doggy blood is such a slow healer it's going to take you awhile to get better.
……yeah…I figured……sorry for seeming impatient momma………but when is my old body……going to be…done…
Soon, honey, very soon. Just some adjustments here and there and then it will be all finished. Try to stay patient. But now anyway, your body is hovering along the brink of life and death. We want to make sure you don't die again, bringing things back to life is kind of time consuming, so we're going to try something else.
…o…okay……whatever………what are you going to do……I kind of don't want to die again either………at least not for awhile………
His mother chuckled and he could almost feel the ghostly warmth of her hand caressing his cheek.
Yeah, I wouldn't either. Now, here's what we are going to do. We're going to slowly let a little bit of your old demon blood into your dog body. Not a lot to turn you hanyou or anything but just enough to heal your wounds. We're not sure what the complications could be, like maybe you becoming a mindless killer or something, so we need you to stay calm until we take the blood back.
Inuyasha listened groggily, even in his own head, and mentally nodded to her words. That news didn't even strike the sleepy daze around his brain's thoughts, he only wanted to sleep; he didn't really care what happened to him at the moment.
Do you understand, Inuyasha, we need you to stay calm all the way through, the best that you can. Can you hear me?
Y…yeah momma……whatever……I'm really…tired…so just go ahead………I'll stay calm……it doesn't sound that hard……
He could almost feel her smile softly. Okay, puppy-kun, I love you and I'm so proud of you. Sweet dreams, honey.
Inuyasha's heart seized with the warmth any child would receive from his parent's love and he smiled a doggy smile, weak and slow. I love you too……
Shippo sat cross-legged next to Kagome, never moving his gaze away from Yasha's still face, his mouth opened partly such like his eyes, amber slits staring sightlessly at the living world. His chest went up and down in a slow beat, in….out….up…..down…..inhale……exhale……..thank God he was still breathing.
Then out of no where, the pup's eyes widened and red began to seep from the out side swirling like a whirlpool in his pupils. His entire little body stiffened and his last breath was sucked in with a gasp.
Shippo gasped as well and scrambled to his feet, leaning over the pillow to stare at the dog. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing anything, but when he opened them again…….Yasha's eyes had colored even more red and a tiny slit of emerald green started to widen into pupils in the center of his wide orbs.
The kitsune knew those eyes……..they haunted his dreams and memories on quiet nights………they were the symbol of the evil once living inside his deceased papa………they had several times gleamed with blood lust and a sickening amusement as long knife like claws sunk into warm flesh and the stench of blood and death reeked the air in a dizzying plague………….they were eyes of the demon……….the demon form of Inuyasha………..
Shippo gave a high pitched shriek of fear and waved his arms frantically for attention, "Yasha, Yasha, his eyes, they're red, they're glowing OH HELL!" Everyone gasped and stumbled over to the dog.
"Holy shit…." Sango timidly reached out a hand and touched Inuyasha's nose, he twitched and a whimpered growl rumbled in his throat but he hardly moved. "What the hell is going on?"
Kagome shook her head, eyes wide, "I don't know….he has a….an aura…."
"A demonic aura….." Miroku answered matter-of-factly, "It feels familiar…..doesn't it?"
The miko nodded and Sango raised a brow, "What does it feel like, how is it familiar?"
Suddenly Myouga hopped over onto the pillow next to the prone pup, "Myouga," Kagome said startled, "When did you come back…I thought you ran away a long time ago when the demon attacked…"
The flea glared at her and coughed in his hand, "I was there……just…watching from the side lines….."
The pack rolled their eyes. Inuyasha whimpered.
Their attention went back to the matter at hand and Kagome worriedly stroked Inuyasha's spine.
"Can someone please tell me what is going on?" Shippo squeaked.
"It's Yasha's aura…….it somehow feels….like a demon….." Kagome answered confusedly.
"…Yes but it feels….more like when Inuyasha lost control and turned demon…" there was a shocked silence by Miroku's monotone words.
"That…that can't be true though….you must be wrong…Inuyasha is dead…"Sango struggled for words.
"Yes……he is…but then he is not…." They all looked down to the cross-legged flea.
Sango groaned frustratingly, "What the hell do you mean? You're not making any sense! Yes Yasha somehow looks like Inuyasha, smells and tastes like Inuyasha…the rosary even went around his neck and works…just like on Inuyasha…and now his eyes are turning red and demonic like…when Inuyasha………" the taijiya trailed off but then swiftly shook her head "……but….but he's dead…Inuyasha is dead, this is a dog! Okay!"
"Calm down, I understand that the Inuyasha we know is dead and that it seems unlikely that this little puppy could be Inuyasha…….but try to think this through….it can't be coincidence……I believe that somehow Inuyasha's soul has been…."
Miroku ended Myouga's words, "…reborn…"
Another shocked silence. Miroku ended that as well.
"Kagome…unwrap Yasha….take his bandages off please…I would like to see something…"
Her mouth opened and her throat chocked with words, "Bu—But Miroku…" she managed to utter, "His wounds…he could start bleeding again…"
The monk tilted his head, "I don't believe so……..I think…Inuyasha's demon blood is healing them…..take them off, Kagome…"
Kagome reluctantly did as she was told and their eyes widened by the sight of fresh new pink skin growing over the gaping hole in the puppy's stomach. She went and grabbed his broken little paw, rotated it a few times, and waited for Yasha to make some kind of sounds of discomfort….but he did nothing. His red eyes only stared sightlessly out in space, his mouth hung opened, and his chest lifting up and down in a calm rhythm.
His wounds were healing.
Yasha was getting better.
"But…but this can't….Inuyasha is dead…how could…."
Miroku, from kneeling on his calves, sat down comfortably and scratched his chin in thought. It took a moment before he spoke and every one listened tensely, wanting answers, "Myouga is correct in his assumption….at least from what I know…"
The flea bristled a bit in a told-you-so manner.
"Somehow….Inuyasha's soul has been reincarnated….into Yasha…"
"But doesn't reincarnation take like hundreds of years or something, because I mean Kagome is a reincarnation of Kikyou and she's from 500 years from the future….Inuyasha has only been dead for a few weeks…" Sango rubbed her forehead exasperated.
"What do we really know about reincarnation though? Nothing, so maybe it doesn't really matter how long a soul's previous body was dead…….there's proof right here…..haven't you noticed the many similarities Yasha has to Inuyasha…besides just his appearance."
Shippo nodded and smiled, "Yeah, like Yasha loves stealing my ramen! And I've seen him sit over in the corner of Kaede's hut where Papa would always sit! And, And, Yasha leads us like Papa did when we traveled for jewel shards! Also doesn't the rosary only work for Papa's soul? Then why did Yasha fall to the ground when Kagome said sit! Oh my God, PAPA'S BACK………and….he's a dog…" the kitsune suddenly started to laugh, quiet giggles at first but then turned into hysterical guffaws. "Inuyasha is a dog….Papa's a puppy…."
Shippo's laughter seemed to be a mixture of relieved hysteria, hopeful disbelief, and a mending broken heart for he then began to cry.
The kitsune crawled onto the pillow and wrapped his arms around Yasha, his red eyes slowly fading back to amber during their talk and almost back to their original shade, and Shippo hugged him close, sobbing into his white and reddish coat.
"Papa's back….but he's a dog…….Papa can't talk…or fight….but he's alive….Papa's a puppy………but I want the regular Inuyasha……I want Papa……." He sniffed and buried his face in a confused, sleepy dog's neck, "so selfish……….so selfish…I'm so selfish….."
Kagome's eyes brimmed with tears herself, "It sounds farfetched but I believe it….Inuyasha…is back with us….as a dog…who probably doesn't even remember his past life…..but he's alive and back home with his family right? That's all that matters……" her lip quivered, "…but I agree with Shippo…..I want the regular stubborn, jealous hanyou back……I miss him even more…even though technically he's right here……I'm selfish too….." She hugged Shippo, who was still hugging Yasha, into her chest and cried a long with them.
The rest of the pack looked down to have two amber eyes pleading them for help and answers scrunched between hugging arms.
What exactly did I miss……? When the rush of demonic strength had flowed into his veins, Inuyasha had fully concentrated on not thinking or moving, just breathing in and out, hardly even paying attention to his friend's conversation. When his body stopped feeling sore and burning with white-hot pain and the blood ebbed away making him feel light headed and tired, he was surprised to find himself clutched in a sobbing Shippo's grasp.
Understatement of the year, but he was a little confused.
Miroku smiled sadly, "It is nice to have you back Inuyasha……even though you most likely don't remember that you once were our best friend and pack leader….it still is nice to know that you kept your promise….to be there for us………sorry though…that we're so selfish to have rather wanted the regular you……sorry……we're sorry"
Sango hugged Miroku, her brown eyes glassy. "We do like you….actually we love you Yasha…we're sorry for all that we have been putting you through we just really miss…..the incarnate of you….we're sorry for being selfish…it's not fair…..everything is just really not fair…"
Okay, he just became even more confused. (Heck even the author is confused! Where the hell did all my good ideas run off to? Here ideas, here !)
What the hell is going on…? I'm alive aren't I? Why are Kagome and Shippo crying………and, wait…………did Miroku just call me INUYASHA?
He yearned to understand all of what was going on…..but his brain felt drugged again…and his thought were starting to drift and ebb like water being cupped in loose hands. He was so tired……..again……so tired….
He'll have to figure everything out later, somehow is friends were crying because they thought his soul had been reborn as a dog, what was he going to do? They were so happy before and now…they were once again sad and crying……great….more work….back at square one…..it didn't sound very pleasing at the moment…….so tired…
His confusion thirsted for an explanation; wouldn't they have been happy that he was with them again? But his body was not going to hear his exasperated curiosity…..
I don't……understand why I'm being squeezed to death……and why everyone is saying their selfish and……that they're sorry…………but damn it to hell……I am tired……I'll…just take a little……nap……and start over……make everyone happy……………………later
Much later, for Inuyasha's exhausted body only took a few seconds to fall into unconsciousness. His pack huddled around him all night, staring with a confused mixture of relief, happiness, disbelief, and despair, even a little of disappointment. Inuyasha, to their hypothesis, was alive once again as a strange reincarnation. They loved the dog, with all their hearts, but it was a bitter sweet feeling to glance over at the sleeping pup and have their leader's face flash in their heads.
This must have been how Inuyasha had felt between Kagome and Kikyou.
Somehow the scab had been pealed away and the wound was bleeding once more.
The grief and sorrow had returned.
Who knew that technically 'having Inuyasha back' would make them miss him even more?
A.N This was not my original story line but I guess maybe I thought the story was going to quick (to me at least, I know how it ends). I want it around as long as The Silent Hanyou….I guess anyway. Ah whatever, I just started typing and this is what happened, my original plot was not to have any of them find out. But whatever it's midnight and I'm tired….goodnight everyone……:passes out: