Right, so, there this really long weekend called fall break, and I got this done over it. And I'm getting more done as well, like as in high hopes of finishing the story soon, hopefully within the next week, if not tomorrow. Anyways. I'm feeling mroe in the writing mood again, and I think it's because it started raining again. I always write better when it's raining, and I'm afraid you can tell in the story where I was feeling rushed and where I was actually writitng. ;;; sowwy. Anyways, this is chapter 12, A Four Leaf Clover. It kinda leaves you hanging again, but WTH eh? Afterall the next chapter should be soon up as well seeing as how I've been feeling alot better. Remember to check my FF site for even better info and updates located at (freewebs. com /s2kfanfics). Just delete the ( )'s and the spaces. if it still doesn't show up then my homepage in my profile is also the site. Enjoy the chapter . P.L.U.R. Stewie2kill

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Chapter 12

(A Four Leaf Clover)

Amber eyes opened to a dreary stream of light shining down upon them while the mind behind them slowly pulled itself out of its sleeping dormancy. Slowly the hanyou Inuyasha became aware that he was lying in very wet moss and proceeded to push himself off of the ground and, in doing so, found that he was extremely sore from lying on the ground the whole night.

"Damn…" He muttered to himself as he got to his feet and surveyed the small, dreary clearing in which he was standing, massaging his sore arm and cracking his hands, "don't tell me that it was all a damn dream."

A small beam of pale blue, very depressive light illuminated the foggy scene around him. He was in a small clearing, which was covered with very wet moss and surrounded by very thick brush. Much to Inuyasha's dismay however, there was absolutely no sign or sound of running water nearby, but, then how did he get here?

These questions ran past his mind as his eyes started searching for a possible way out of where he was. However his search proved useless after surveying the almost airtight barrier around him.

"Screw this." He yelled as he reached for and grabbed the hilt of his Tetsaiga. "Wind scar!"

There was a loud crash as millions of white lights shot from his sword, carving a rudimentary path through the woods, slicing trees and bushes into small bits and then dissolving them in mid-air.

"There we go." He said, feeling quite accomplished as he began proceed down the crude, and very wide path. He couldn't help but look back at the small clearing, hoping and wishing with all of his heart that it would somehow magically transform into what it had the previous night, and that Miroku would be standing there smiling and laughing as the moon shone down on his brilliant face.

There was a slow thud in his heart after thinking this. What had happened to him? Inuyasha slowly thought as he ascended up a slope. What if he's dead! His conscious panicked when his mind failed to submit an answer to this question. Inuyasha's reaction to this panicking however, was to simply shake his head and walk harder.

"He's not dead." He said to himself, reinforcing the falling rock that seemed to be his spirits and high hopes. "No, but If I don't go now… He might be soon."

He continued along the path until he found another that seemed to branch off of his own, one that seriously resembled a path that he had seen before while walking to the camping spot that he, Kagome, Sango, and Shippou had scouted out the previous day. As he turned a corner his eyes caught the dreary sky that loomed above. They were definitely getting closer to Mt. Hakurei, he could feel it; almost taste it.

"Naraku…" He growled maliciously under his breath as the name passed through his lips.

He didn't really know why he did it, nor did he really care, but for some reason simply saying Naraku's name flashed images of his death across Inuyasha's amber eyes which were presently fixed upon the path ahead which was slowly getting narrower. It seemed to slightly cheer him up when he did this and soon he began a sort of little mini play in his head, which was starting to help take his mind off of the walk which was starting to get more dangerous as the skies overhead continued to get darker.

It didn't take long before he found the main path again and it seemed that not two minutes after he stepped out onto it he heard Kagome's voice yelling his name. He was almost afraid that it was a mirage that had been conjured up by his mind but dismissed it when he realized that if it had indeed been a mirage, then it would have most certainly been the monk's voice; not Kagome's.

"Inuyasha!" She yelled, running towards him as he walked steadily towards her.

"Hey." He smiled slightly as he stopped just short of her.

"Where were you!" She asked worriedly, her tone of voice over exerting her anger rather than her sympathy and concern.

"I dunno," Inuyasha said as his eyes met the sky above which was flashing occasionally in the now steady breeze, "but we need to get moving again. Is Sango up?"

Kagome eyed him with concern and anger, and Inuyasha was quite sure that, had it been three weeks earlier, she would have yelled "sit" quite a lot. However, after a few seconds which seemed like forever Kagome lightened up a bit and nodded.

"Yea," She replied, "She's up and ready."

"Good." Inuyasha said his eyes fixed upon the darkening horizon. "We need all the time we can afford to get."

As they walked back Kagome ran ahead and talked to Sango who was dressed ready for battle. No doubt she was telling her about how much of an insensitive idiot she thought he was. Whatever the case though, she quickly finished her talk in a very un-Kagome-like manner and walked back towards him.

"Ready?" she asked, he eyes glancing in the direction of the storm as well.

"Yea." Inuyasha said as he began to walk. "Every step is one more step to Miroku."

Kagome nodded as she walked beside him, along with Sango who advanced with Kirara. Kagome jumped on Inuyasha's back as he started running into the storm that was now certainly created, not by nature, but by the evil which they all knew and felt looming ahead of them.

It didn't take too long before Inuyasha and the gang decided to stop and rest, however, Inuyasha specifically waited until the trees started to thicken, a sure sign of the mountain which they were growing ever so closer to with each step and breath. There choice of rest was a small aft clearing, which was almost exactly like the one that they had found earlier the previous day when searching for a spot in which to camp.

Kagome sat down and began gathering twigs and sticks while Inuyasha looked for some stones with which to start the fire. Soon though he grew tired from his search and merely poked Shippou who nodded and lit up his Fox Fire, quickly igniting the small twigs which grew steadily larger with each addition of tinder.

Before long a steadily roaring fire was crackling merrily amidst the dark, damp, and almost positively dreary mid-day sky and lighting the glowed upon the tense faces of those who sat around it.

"So," Kagome asked slightly as she looked around and found her backpack which she immediately began to rummage through the contents of, "What does anyone want to eat…?"

"You got any of that ninja crap?" Inuyasha asked sullenly as his eyes took in the dark skies above, which glowed with an eerie greenish-grey tint.

Kagome plundered through a little longer before tossing a small cup of noodles and a bottle of water at Inuyasha who thanked her heartily and stuck the water bottle partially in the fire, allowing it to boil.

"So Inuyasha," Kagome asked as she poked the fire a bit and opened a small bag, whose contents were labeled with some brand name, "how long do we have?"

"Not long." He said as he eyed the happier scene of the boiling water. "Naraku knows that we're waiting though."

Sango, who was eating almost the same thing as Kagome, swallowed and looked at the sky.

"I know," she said, "I can sense it too."

Inuyasha nodded.

"It's definitely his demonic aura. "

"But wouldn't there be a scent?" Kagome asked curiously.

Inuyasha pulled out the bubbling water inside of the now heat deformed bottle and poured it inside of the cup of noodles.

"That is something I've noticed myself." He remarked, a mixed tone of curiosity and concern in his voice. "It's puzzling really, but sadly none of my true concerns as of late."

He shot a glance in the direction of where he knew the mountain was. No, his true concern was for that of his lover and of his own self preservation. Truly he was still not completely sure of how he was going to be able to pull it off. He had a plan as to defeat Naraku's little scheme of trying to use the love for that he had for Miroku inside of the monk's heart to completely destroy the two, however he was hardly sure that he would manage to pull it off, after all how could he possibly manage to hate Miroku so much that it dispelled any sort of remnants from his heart?

The questionability of his plan was vast and not only was it risky, but it also had a weak and shaky foundation. There were so many things that could go wrong and so many different ways in which they could happen. Nevertheless it was the only plan in which he had to counteract Naraku's devious little scheme, and therefore it was the only plan he could possibly act upon.

These thoughts were almost immediately dispelled though as the taste of hot noodles and soup entered his mouth. No matter how mush pain he suffered he could never get enough of these noodle things which almost always seemed to calm him down.

"Are those still good?" Kagome asked as she watched him suck down the contents of the steaming cup.

"Yea." He replied, "Why?"

"No reason." She noted calmly as she fixed her attention back towards her own food. "I just was in a hurry when I came back before and grabbed whatever was in the pantry."

"Pantry?" Inuyasha asked with curiosity.

"Yea," Kagome said, proceeding to tell him that it was a place to store food in a house that was quite similar to a closet. However the case though she really blew off the entire thing after Inuyasha questioned as to what a closet was.

The day was slowly going by and growing darker by each minute when they packed up and started to head out again. Inuyasha was sure that they hadn't been too long but was still feeling guilty because the skies made it appear a lot later than it actually was. They walked for nearly three or four miles before the trees slowly thinned out, giving 'way to the sight of a huge mountain which loomed taller than any of its brothers and sisters that surrounded it.

Since the day they had left it, it had grown a large field of grass around its base which was gentle and sloping, not nearly like the harsh, rocky terrain that Inuyasha was expecting.

"Inuyasha…" Kagome muttered as they set foot for the first time in a long time onto the sloping hills of Mt. Hakurei.

"I know." Inuyasha said calmly, his amber eyes fixed upon the hillside which harbored a castle the size and type of which he had seen many times before. "I feel it too."

Inuyasha set one foot out and stopped.

"Is something wrong?" Sango asked worriedly, starting to dismount Kirara.

"No." He replied slightly, his voice a little shaky. "Don't wait up for me."

With that he gave a huge leap and took off into the distance alone, his silver hair blowing in the cloudy and evil aura that surrounded the mountain silhouetting him almost eerily against the huge castle.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled, starting to run after him.

"Kagome!" Sango yelled, stopping her in mid step.

"What?" She asked as she spun around to look at the he demon slayer.

"This is his battle more than ours." She said eyeing the now disappearing figure. "You hop up here on Kirara."

Kagome looked back, her dark hair blowing silently in the wind before turning her brown eyes upon the demon slayer and nodding. She started to turn and looked down into the grass, noticing a small four leaf clover in a small patch at the base of her right foot. Maybe, she thought, This will all be fine in the end.

Maybe…