Chapter 3

Please live…

He stumbled for what seemed an hour but only had been a few minutes. To him walking for only a second without her walking by his side was an eternity in his life. His golden eyes seeing everything but not wanting to, his white dog-ears finding every noise against his will still he continued walking, continued living even though he wanted to die himself. He continued for her and her only. His short journey had only been about ten minutes long but to a man carrying his dead beloved it was an awful eternity. Painful as it was he continued. A familiar smell stung his nostrils a smell he would rather them to die themselves the familiar scent was concealed to him until he reach the top of the hill where his once mortal enemy stood.

A tall, muscular creature stood before him. Much to Inuyashas surprise the man was looking straight at him. "What the hell are you doing here!" He asked as the man bore through him with his obscene stare. "I said what the hell are you doing here." He lowered his head so his bangs hid the tears.

"Why are you crying?" The man asked.

"Im not…" Is the answer he got

"I can smell your tears Inuyasha…I can also smell that mikos' death"

Inuyasha winced at his expression of the girls death being so minor. "Why the hell would you care?"

The man didn't look away. "Who says I cared? I was just curious." He said with no feeling, rather nonchalantly.

Inuyasha dropped to his knees before the man. He looked down at the girl in his arms. "Please…help."

"Why should I the Great Sesshomaru help a lowly Hanyou like you?"

Inuyasha couldn't hold back any longer. His tears fell harder. "I'll do anything… I swear anything you want…just please…help her…"

Sesshomaru looked down at his brother. "You really do love this women don't you?"

Inuyasha didn't answer him. He was too busy looking at Kagome in his arms.

Sesshomaru stood before him with many feelings he'd never felt before. Sesshomaru felt pity for Inuyasha, even when he Sesshomaru put his hand through Inuyashas gut his brother did not cry nor when Inuyasha had been struck down by the moth demon and had a smoldering wound on his stonmache. He had not cryed then either. But now a girl that Inuyasha acted like he disliked at one time was dead Inuyasha was acting himself dead and wanted to cease to live because of this tragedy.