Where Have You Gone My Love?

(Kagome's POV)

I have been with Inuyasha and the gang for a month now and Yoko has never come back. He must really hate me. I wish I could see him again but I'm not going to force him to see me.

"Kagome?" Inuyasha said sitting down beside me. "Are you okay?"

I side and leaned into his with my head on his shoulder. "Yeah…" I could tell he didn't believe me but he nodded anyways. "I screwed up."

"No you didn't you silly girl." He said tickling my stomach making me fall on him laughing.

"St- stop!" I laughed. "D- don't make my say it."

He stopped, laughing at how red my face was. "Please my red faced mistress anything thing but that." He laughed and did a little bowing motion.

I smiled and crossed my arms and turned to look away from him. "Humph, I'm not you mistress anymore." I teased then turned around and pecked him on the lips.

He laughed and started to tickle me again and we had a ball laughing and rolling in the grass. I didn't even think about Yoko the whole time, Inuyasha was just as fun and he was the only one I would allow to say those things to me.

That night Inuyasha and I laid on the grass together looking up at the stars. I didn't know if Inuyasha was have nearly as much fun as I was but I knew he wasn't going to say anything about it so I sat up first.

"What are you doing?" Inuyasha asked sitting up as well.

"I was just wondering if there was anything else you would like to do." I smiled. "Maybe like go to a restraint or something, my treat."

"Well you know I would never pass up an opportunity to eat." Inuyasha smiled. "Should we go ask the others?"

"Sure, the more the merrier."

We ate out and had a wonderful time. Miroku only grabbed Sango's butt once and Shippo and Inuyasha only fought over food twice. But the best part was that Inuyasha and I were actually getting along, he even let my rub his ear once. It was a great day. I just wish Yoko could have shared it with us too.

Shippo and Kilala went to sleep first and the guys told Sango and me we should take our baths before we fell asleep as well. We agreed just as long as they promise not to take the opportunity to spy on us. They promised and we made our way to the hot springs.

It was pretty quite most of the way there but I didn't mind that it gave me time to think. I thought about Yoko and wondering what he was doing and if he was thinking about me. I thought about his warmth and how that old saying was really true and that 'you can't judge a book by its cover'. Okay so it didn't really fit too well considering Yoko's cover was beautiful so I guess in his case it should go something like 'you can't judge a book by it's beginning" or something to that affect.

"Kagome?" Sango said finally breaking the silence. "Who was that guy that looks like Inuyasha that came a month ago? You seemed to know him very well. Were you two a couple?"

"Yoko…" I sighed kind of to myself. "He and I sort of dated while I was gone. I feel bad about Inuyasha finding out but still I--" I couldn't find the words to describe how I felt but I knew Sango knew how I felt.

"It's okay." Sango said and she took off her clothes and walked into the hot springs. "I know what you mean I felt the same way."

I got in after her and sat down in the water. "About Miroku?" I asked. "And whenever Kuranoske asked you to marry him?"

"Yes, exactly." She said. "You see I loved them both but I knew in my heart that I would have to pick one and in the end I think I made the right decision."

"I know." I sighed and sank down in the water. "Right now I don't know what my heart is telling me or even if it is trying to tell me something."

Sango smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Just give it some time and soon you'll know."

"Thanks Sango." I smiled. "I don't know what I would do without you."

We went to bed but I could not fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Yoko and how much I missed him and I couldn't help wonder if I was doing the right thing by staying with Inuyasha. What if my heart was telling me to stay with Yoko and that is why I could stop thinking about him. Or maybe the only reason I could stop thinking about him was because my heart was trying to find something wrong with him. Oh when did life become so confusing?