Inu-Yasha sat thinking in the God tree one day, three years after he first met Kagome, wondering what was left for him.

'Now that Naraku's dead, what will I do? I promised Kikyo I would go to Hell with her, but I don't really give a rat's ass about the idea of dying. She did want to change me . . . she wanted to use me to get the Shikon Jewel off her hands, to make me human. I was giving things up for her, but what was she really doing for me? What about Kagome? I can't just leave her, I promised to protect her. What Naraku said . . . As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. Kikyo I could not have trusted each other all that much if we were so easily torn apart . . . when Kagome was possessed by Menomaru I never once believed it was of her own free will. But damn it all, they're the same frickin' person! Only difference is their attitudes. Kikyo is so cold reserved; it's almost impossible to really know what is going on inside that skull of hers. Kagome you always know. She never tries to hide it. Especially her anger. Oddly enough that temper of hers is slightly arousing . . .. What the hell! When did that come into play?'

He was about to jump off the branch when he heard the voice of one of the two people he did not want to hear from at the moment.

"Hey Inu-Yasha?"

"What wench?" he growled angrily.

"Sit."

CRASH.

"What the hell was that for wench?"

"For being rude." Kagome walked over to him sat down silently. Seemed lost in thought as she looked at him through the corner of her eye.

"Inu-Yasha . . . Will you really go to hell with Kikyo?"

Inu-Yasha, as always, acted on sole impulse so that he wouldn't have to try come up with an excuse.

"Of course. I said I would didn't I?" he asked irritably.

"Well, yeah, I just wanted to make sure . . . .."

"Make sure of what? That I didn't change my mind decide 'oh wait, Kagome is a much better person than Kikyo, I think I'll just stay here!'"

"NO! I was just . . . .."

"Just thinking that I might have changed my mind decided that I would desert Kikyo for you. Face it. You're no Kikyo. She basically comes first at every thing . . .."

"Inu-Yasha stop it!" she said, her voice low so that Inu-Yasha could not detect the pain in it. She could do nothing of the tears, so settled for just lowering her head so that her bangs could hide them.

"She's a better archer, she's more attractive-."

"Inu-Yasha, please! All I did was ask a question, please don't turn this into something so personal-."

"She's more emotionally controlled, she has more confidence, she is less dramatic-."

"Inu-Yasha!" Kagome screamed, but he just ignored her. Her her now open pain.

"She can actually defend herself, she doesn't 'sit' me-."

"Inu-Yasha! Enough! Cant you see I already know all this?" Kagome now had his attention. "I know I'm second rate to Kikyo! I know I'll never be half the Miko she is!"

Inu-Yasha had just now realized how what he said had affected her, just what exactly his words meant. Her voice now held more pain than he though was possible. He didn't know what to say so he said the first thing that popped out. Which, I might add, he instantly regretted doing.

"Oh for the love of . . . just shut up for a change would ya, you bitch?" he flinched, preparing himself for the sit he felt sure would come. He was not disappointed.

Kagome stood there, her bangs still covered her face, her fists clenched, her body shaking a strange aura surrounding her.

"Sit! Sit, sit, sit, sit, SIT!"

Inu-Yasha slammed into the ground with more force than usual due to her anger. Inu-Yasha looked up, knowing he would not be let off the hook that easily. Sure enough her fist was raised ready to strike, though her eyes were still hidden. Inu-Yasha flinched again turned his head to the side, his eyes tightly closed waiting for the inevitable. Oddly enough that never came. He finally looked up after about five minutes of nothing happening saw what he hated most, though he smelt it first. Kagome was looking at him, her eyes slightly wide, tears running down the sides unnoticed, her face full of more pain than he thought humans could possibly feel. Pain caused by him.

"You probably hate me even more now, huh? I just sat you five times. I'm gonna go home. Don't worry about me standing in the way of you Kikyo. You don't really need me around anyway. The only shards left are Kohaku's Koga's."

She reached for the necklace that hung around her neck with the nearly complete Shikon Jewel, dropped it on the ground in front of him. Without looking back she left for the well, never once allowing him to see her tears again.

She walked to the well, went through the two times, into her house. No one was home, but she only dimly registered that. She was too busy focusing on keeping her mind blank. If was the only way to keep the pain out, then so be it. It hurt too much to think, although she knew her escape from it was only temporary. Soon the numb would leave, letting in all the pain she had kept inside for almost three years, added with the new pain that was gifted from the scene of just a few moments ago. It started to rain outside, fitting her mood quiet nicely. She walked outside, still in her school uniform, allowing her raven hair to stick to her face with little show of care. As she moved toward the God Tree the pain began to surround her, soon suffocating her. She reached the tree just fell against it, tears now filling her chocolate eyes. The pain was unbearable. All those songs she had heard about heartbreak, the ones she had rolled her eyes at, the ones she had never once thought to be even close to true, the ones that spoke it being physical, they were all true.

She remembered the day Naraku had been destroyed. Sango, Sesshomaru, Inu-Yasha, Miroku were all attacking head on, though it seemed to do little damage. It was Kikyo Kagome's arrows that had brought him down. During that short time, she Kikyo had become a sort of friends. Even now Kagome could not bring herself to hate the dead women. She had lost her first life wanted to cling to this one, Kagome could understand this. besides that, it was not Kikyo's fault. She had no one to blame. Not even herself. It was this that finally pushed Kagome over the edge. With a shuddered sigh, she let the tears fall cried out in an all consuming pain. The very heavens seemed to be crying with her. Lightening downed, drowning the poor girls heart wretched sobs. She curled into a fetus position let all her emotions pour out as the rain poured on her. They gray day could not match her pain as tears wracked her body into unconsciousness.