2 weeks passed quickly, for Amaya. Sesshoumaru was stuck in a house with a demon hating old man all day, everyday. And even though Amaya wasn't having much more fun with her exams, Sesshoumaru still blamed her. They were usually found yelling each others head off. And for no apparant reason. Amaya's father once had to untie her from a burning pile of wood.

This put alot of stress on Amaya.

Amaya walked home from school alone. She usually walked with Kagome. But, thankfully she supposed, Kagome and Inuyasha had not yet shown thier faces. Perhapes this was good.

Amaya was planing to head back to the fuedal era the next morning. She wanted to get as far away from Sesshoumaru as possible.

Unfortunatly she knew that once they got there, there would be no one to keep him from burning her alive if he wanted to. And there was alos the fact that back there, he could do whatever he wanted, including following her.

She climbed the steps of the Higurashi an: not sure if thats spelled right, if its not be sure to point it out to me :-) slowly, knowing the fact that Sesshoumaru was probably waiting for her at the top.

"Hello?" Amaya was surprised to learn that Sesshoumaru was not there, and niether was Souta.

Amaya ran to the house and burst into the kitchen only to find a horrible site before her.

Her step-mother sat on a chair bawling onto Grandpa's shoulder and Souta stood, tears running silently down his face, next to Sesshoumaru by the door from which Amaya had just burst through. He acctually had a sad look on his face.

'Oh no,' Sesshoumaru thought sadly, 'I had better not have to explain this to her.'

Just as he was thinking this, Amaya turned her golden eyes to him. Sesshoumaru never said a word.

Amaya reached out and, glancing from her step-mother, grandpa and finally to Souta, took Sesshoumaru's hand.

This surprised him greatly.

She moved and stood beside him and whispered , her hand still in his, "What happened?"

Sesshoumaru glanced down at the young demon who was so unaware of what was going on and whispered back "Follow me."

He lead her out the back door without a glance from anyone else who had been in the room. They walked until they reached the scared tree before they stoped. Sesshoumaru let go of her hand and sat down. Amaya sat down in front of him, staring with her golden eyes into his amber ones.

"Well?" Amaya asked, glaring at him. A soft breeze blew her hair around her face in swirls. Sesshoumaru acctually felt a stab of pain and pity for her as she sat there before him, her hair glowing in the sunlight.

"There was an accident," Sesshoumaru paused, thinking of how to word what he was about to say. He seen Amaya tense up. " Your father was driving his car along the highway."

He paused again, wondering weather he had pronouced the word correctly.

"Anyway, from what i was told, he was in a head on col-lis-lis"

"Don't hurt yourself." Amaya said quietly, her voice was shaking.

" He died Amaya, imediatly."

Amaya made a starnge chocking sound deep within her throught. It seemed to be between a crie and a growl. Sesshoumaru wasn't sure which.

"Guess its happening all over again." Amaya moaned these words so low that Sesshoumaru could hardly make them out.

Climbingto her feet and dashed to the spot under her window. She went to leap up to climb in the window but was stopped. Turning, she seen Souta standing there. He reached up and took her hand in his. He lead her back to Sesshoumaru, who still sat beneath the tree.Sitting down, he pulled her down between him and Sesshoumaru.

They were all silent.

Amaya never said anything. If she did she would have burst into imediate tears. But, just because she was silent, didn't mean Sesshoumaru couldn't sense what she was feeling.

Before he knew what he was doing he had put his arm around her shoulder. She didn't move, but he felt her tense up.

Souta looked at him like he was crazy.

"Er," Sesshoumaru started, removing his arm from her. "Well, um..." For the first time since Amaya had met him, he seemed uncomfortable.

Thats what set her off.

Tears started streaming down her cheeks and before she knew it, she had her face buried in an extremely surprised demon lords chest. Souta stood up and left them be, even though Sesshoumaru was looking at him as if he was dareing him to leave.

To late.

Sesshoumaru awkwardly patted Amaya's back. Even though he knew it wasn't helping. He allowed her to stay there for about 10 minutes before leaning back to get a good look at her face.

Her makeup was smeared, her mascara running. Her eyes were red (an:not litteraly, like the angry red Sesshoumaru's go when he's mad. Just red from crying).

"Why?" She asked, her voice soft and you could tell just by her tone that she had calmed down.

Sesshoumaru never answered, he just watched her.

"Why?" She reapeted.

"I do not know," Sesshoumaru finally answered, "Tell me, Where is your mother?"

Amaya was silent for a moment before answering, "My mother died a long time ago."

Sesshoumaru never said anything, but Amaya could tell that his curiousity was slowly getting the better of him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth...

"I'll tell you tonight." Amaya stood and walked towards the house, Sesshoumaru at her heels.

Everyone sat around the table that night for supper.Even Sesshoumaru who around supper time, was usually nowhere to be seen. Nobody said a word, once they were done eating, they just got up and left. Amaya and Sesshoumaru left after Souta.
Amaya entered her room first, to see Souta sitting on her bed hugging her pillow.

"Can I spend the night with you?" He asked.

"Sure." Amaya sat down next to him as Sesshoumaru sat upon the window sill.

Sesshoumaru was watching her closely.

"Alright, Souta?" Amaya turned to her brother, who still sat hugging the pillow.

"Yea?"

"I'm gonna tell a story ok? You have to listen, and if you don't like it you can leave and come back when i'm done."

"Ok."

"Alright, Sesshoumaru?"

"Hmmm" Sesshoumaru was watching her closely, but it seemed that the room had grown quiet cold.

"Alright, i'll begin."

Amaya moved down and sat on the floor at the foot of her bed. Sesshoumaru didn't move because he could hear her strong, clear voice fine.

" My mother and my father were having a fight one night. I was 6, or at least I looked to be about 6..."