He stood and gathered up a few packages and headed to the kitchen. Inuyasha didn't know what had happened to the girl laying just a room away, but he intended to make sure it never happened again. He knew that he was being foolish, and that having just gone through a fairly bad relationship with someone who could be her twin... made him even more worried. How could this girl burrow so easily into his heart? He thought that he had cased it in stone, but she was chipping away at hurtful memories, and the path, though narrow, was open once again.

She woke to the smell of something cooking... no wait that was definently burning. Jumping up, she ran towards the smell to see if she could put out the fire. Bursting into a smoke filled kitchen she ran smack into a very toned bare chest.

Inuyasha grunted with the impact, "Watch where you are going, wench."

Kagome could only stare. Her eyes roamed over the muscles, seemingly sculpted from stone by a masterful artist. The heat from the kitchen had started to make him sweat and the way it gathered in the smallest crevices between the muscles was making her blush beet red.

Inuyasha smiled at the affect he was having on her, and he definitely thought she looked good in red. "Did you hear me? Or do you just love to stare?"

In furry Kagome's eyes shot from his chest to his eyes. Big mistake. They both gaped open mouthed at what they saw reflected there. In his eyes there was pain, and loss, and in hers there was the same. While his were gold, hers were blue, almost silver. She was nothing like Kikyo.

They both realized that they were starring and quickly averted their eyes. Hoping to end the heavy silence they began to speak at the same time.

"I'm Kagome" "I'm Inuyasha"

She smiled at him, a special smile, and he grinned back, revealing fangs.

Her eyes went wide, as she took in all of what was strange about his appearance. He groaned inwardly at his mistake, She was probably terrified. Instead of the scream of terror he was expecting, eyes closed, waiting, he got the biggest suprise of his life. He felt hands grasp his ears and begin to rub. His eyes shot open, and seeing the smile that spread on her face, he flicked them forward a bit. Her smile grew into a wild grin and she moved her fingers quicker. His eyes began to droop and he relaxed, almost falling asleep leaning against the counter.

Kagome almost jumped when she heard something coming from the strange boy in front of her. Listening, she realized that he was purring. She continued to rub, and when he did fall asleep, his head drooped down onto her shoulder, and she slowly moved to the floor so that she would not interrupt his rest. She prepared to stand, but a hand made it's way around her waist and she dared not move. She too began to relax, and as she fell asleep, her thoughts dwelled on the man she barely knew the one she held in her arms. She smiled and drifted off.

"Miroku, I swear, if you are taking me out here into this wood to try and do something, think again. Kirara will surely not be happy with you, And neither would I." Sango finished her miniature lecture and turned to the monk. "Well?" He only smiled and kept walking. "Do you have no faith in me, lady Sango?"

She just shook her head and followed him. "Are you sure that the prince is this way? I never knew him to be the type to walk in the rain."

Miroku's expression turned serious, "Yes, he will be out this way. He always finds a way to make it to that tree whenever something has gone wrong."

They came into view of a cottage, chimney smoking cheerfully, and the two people frowned. "I don't think he has been to that place since his mother died. Why would he go there now? Did that idiot hurt him that much?"

Miroku shook his head. "Perhaps he is celebrating his freedom. After all, don't you think this romantic Sango? All alone, a small cabin, rainy weather outside, but love and passion within?"

SLAP!

A very red handprint was making its presence shown on Miroku's face. "Then you don't like it?"

Sango glared at him. "Other than the disturbing mental pictures of our prince, I think you are right about the setting. The slap, however, was for you're roaming hand. Besides, I don't think he would move on so quickly."

Miroku grinned in a very lecherous way, "Oh really? Want to make that a bet?"

The girl looked at the offered hand, and making sure that the other was in plain sight she took it. "You're on!"

Inuyasha opened his eyes only to find that his head was in a very indecent position. He moved ever so slightly, but the girl who was entangled with him on the kitchen floor began to mumble and stir. Not wanting to wake her just yet, he returned to where he had been, only turning his head so he could watch her face. So intent was he on Kagome, that he didn't hear the two people walk in before it was too late.

"Prince Inuyasha!"

Sorry that it had to end there! I'll update soon, I promise! Please R&R.