Author's Notes: Ummm I know there's another way to do this whole a/n thing… but until im smart enough to figure it out I guess I'll just have to include them as part of the chapter. MY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY FIRST TWO REVIEWERS: KAZUMAI AND DOGDEMONINUYASHAANDKAGOME! And um… I guess if it really makes u happy Kazumai, the omelet could have bounced a coupletimes or so before it stopped. In fact it could have bounced right out the front door and ruined the dramatic moment...Aaaaanyway, chapters 3 and 4 are really short so im putting them up at the same time. The 5th chapter will have a bit of violence in it…but not too bad. Thats when things start to get interesting. And it should be known that:I luv all'yall who decided to review! XOX nanirain.

Disclaimer: Now if Inuyasha really was mine... do you think id still be here writing fanfiction about it? No. I'd be... in some fancy spa somewhere. So rest assured, i don't own him his friends or any of the other characters EXCPET Tetsuya (he'll come in later for a bit). Here it is:

Chapter 3: "No Honor"

"Do you think he's told her yet?" Sango asked Miroku, her voice quiet and small, which was freakishly unusual for her.

"I imagine that by now, he has." Miroku answered.

"What must it be like for her?" Sango asked, the beginnings of tears in her eyes. "Miroku… if I… if I feel like dying… what must it feel like for her?" Sango asked, her voice wavering. She had never met Kagome's mother, but Kagome had always talked about her. Telling stories about her love, or how supportive she was of Kagome.

"To lose a best friend," Miroku said, putting his arm around Sango. "Is very painful… but…" he hesitated for a moment. "But I believe that losing a daughter, may be like losing a part of yourself."

"Miroku… I can't stand it anymore!" Sango shook her head into his shoulder and began to sob. "First my family, and Kohaku… and now… now Kagome. When does it end?" She asked desperately.

Miroku couldn't answer. He only held Sango, and let her cry in his arms while her hot tears soaked through his sleeve. He too, was devastated by the loss of Kagome; he had known her for three years, meeting her first when he was only nineteen, and she fifteen, and yet she had always been kind to him, supportive of him. She was the first person to ever make it clear that she cared for him. And although he had fallen in love with Sango, a small part of him also loved Kagome, and he had felt it in his heart when he had lost her. But unlike the others, Miroku was an actor, and he wouldn't allow himself to cry. He had to stay strong for Sango, and Shippo. Even for Inuyasha. Crying was a luxury for only women and children to enjoy.

"Good morrow to ye, monk." A deep, old voice interrupted his thoughts.

Sango hiccupped twice, doing her best to calm her uncontrollable sobbing, before turning her to Kaede, her temple still resting on Miroku's shoulder, his arm still wrapped around her back. "Lady Kaede." Sango said respectively to the old, wrinkled woman. "Forgive me for appearing before you in such a state." Her voice was still quivering with sadness.

"Nonsense, child." The old woman said, her eye patch giving her the air of an old, retired pirate, rather than a weathered priestess. "We all feel the burn of grief, as we mourn our loss…" her eyes seemed to trace the skyline behind them. Sango shuddered into Miroku's shoulder as Kaede muttered the words: "May her good soul rest in peace."

"Lady Kaede," Miroku said, gathering his common sense and manners. "I extend my sympathies towards you. I know this must be hard for you as well."

"Aye." The old woman said, never taking her dark eye off of the golden skyline where the sun was starting to dip beneath the trees. "It is twice now, that I have lost that face."

Sango looked to Miroku, puzzled, her tired, tearstained eyes confused.

"Kagome was thought to be the reincarnation of the great priestess Kikyo." Miroku explained. "Who was Kaede's older sister, and was lost in a battle with Inuyasha and Naraku 53 years ago."

"The resurrected priestess…" Sango said softly, referring to Kikyo, who had been resurrected years ago by the Urasueway.

"Such pain we have all known," Kaede said, he eye still looking at the skyline. "All because we have come into contact with a single man."

"Do not give him the honor of calling him a man!" Sango spat suddenly, furious and emotional. "He is a monster! A heartless, murdering filth! Beings like him are not worthy of the title "man"." She said bitterly.

Kaede nodded gently at Sango's passionate words. "Man or not, he is only a single grain of sand, as we all are. And yet look at the ripples that he can create, so immense that they disturb the surface of our waters with life-shattering effects… I wonder then, if it is possible that we all are capable of causing such immense ripples, though we are all merely single grains of sand ourselves."

Miroku blinked and looked at the old woman, as a tear began to cloud her one good eye and stream down the folds of her wrinkled cheeks. She sighed and brushed it away. "When does Inuyasha return?"

Miroku looked up the field with his violet eyes and calm face. "I'd say about now."

They glanced to the right, to find the half demon man standing a few yards away, Shippo, the young fox demon, perched on his shoulder.

"How did it go?" Miroku asked.

Inuyasha blinked and stared hard at the ground. "Not so well…" he muttered. "In the beginning she just stared at me and wouldn't say anything… and then she lost it, she start hitting me, cursing me, taking that damned pan to my head… and then she just collapsed into me, crying, and saying she wouldn't ever forgive me… and that-" his words hitched in his throat for a moment, and he lowered his eyes away from them, no doubt to hide oncoming tears. "And that it was my fault." He said softly. They sat in heavy silence, all staring at Inuyasha. Because they all knew, that it sort of was all his fault.