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Chapter 13: They Make Me Weak

InuYasha stepped out of the room ten shades whiter than when he had entered. Miroku had been waiting for him to come out for some time. Even Kagome's mother had left with Sango.

He ran up to his friend, who was taking far too long to get to a chair. He put his hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the nearest seat.

"Miroku, don't go in. Kagome doesn't wanna see anybody else," he said quietly, not wanting to look him in the eye. It was partially his fault that he wouldn't be able to see Higurashi today.

"What did you do to her InuYasha? Ms. Higurashi left before the screaming started up, what did you do to her?" Miroku asked not even trying to hide that fact that he was mad with his friend. He had wanted so badly to see Kagome. He had almost lost it and barged right into the room, but he knew he would have only made things worse.

InuYasha looked up at his friend, surprised with the tone of voice he had used against him. He shook his head, not really sure if he should tell him he made her cry or that she had gotten sick because of him. The curtains had drawn on his mind again. He couldn't think straight; Miroku was touching the forbidden area of his mind. It was chaos in there. He opened his mouth and somehow words took form.

"I don't know. It was… weird… but she's not happy right now, she wants to be alone," he said, the words stumbling more in his head than on his lips.

Miroku stood quickly. He had heard enough. He couldn't stand it anymore; enough questions asked. He was going to go in there and find out for himself what was going on with her. Go straight to the source.

"Miroku, you shouldn't go in there, you'll embarrass her," InuYasha said, not looking up at him. Miroku looked over his shoulder as he approached the door. His mouth was carved into a disapproving frown.

"My dear friend, I do believe that you have caused this on her, not I," he said wisely and continued in.

As he stepped in, he could hear the distinct sound of silent sniffling. The air in the room was cold and he couldn't help the small shiver that crept up his spine. He saw the white bed that held a small figure.

His brow unconsciously arched into worry; she looked alone. It looked as if she was abandoned. He stepped forward and her head snapped in his direction. Her eyes were wide. They held disapproval and glints of disgust sprung from her eyes. Her glasses were in her hands, so she couldn't tell who was there. She quickly placed the glasses in their place. She automatically scowled at the sight of him.

"Didn't InuYasha tell you not to come in here," she implied more then asked. He cupped her cheek now that he was closer to her only to have her push his hand away. He snapped out of his daze to answer her question.

"Yes, he did, but I couldn't keep away from you," he replied honestly.

They stayed silent for a moment; he pulled a chair closer to her so he could sit down. She never looked at him. She seemed afraid now, even if her tone of voice was bitter and sour.

"You were crying… w-why… err, what did he say?" he asked gently. She pulled her lips into a thin line to try and prevent her lips from trembling as she spoke. Her heart monitor began to beep loudly again. Miroku looked to the side, worried he had said something wrong.

He placed his hand on hers. His thumb rubbed her cold fingers. They were like porcelain, fragile and white.

"You don't have to answer my question, I just wanted to know what I'd have to beat him up for…" he said quietly, trying to lighten the mood. He almost swallowed the air he was breathing when she looked over at him.

She bit her lip, blood still bubbling out of a previous bite. Her lips were chapped, like always, but the scarlet water gave them a certain gleam. Her brows were pressed together in fear, but the most distracting feature on her face was her eyes. They were colleting tears again, they were red, and her eyeglasses only magnified it; but in those eyes, there was a forever that was sparking with grimace. He couldn't look away from the sad sight of her eyes. They were so afraid, like a child who had seen the bloodshed of a war. It was an eternity of empty, bitter space.

Her head hurt as well. She hadn't cried like this in a long time. She was cracking, her oxygen getting caught in her throat. She just wanted someone to hold and comfort her. She couldn't think straight with the pain that kept coming from her chest.

Before she could think things through, she pulled Miroku into a tight embrace. She sobbed into his shirt, not caring for the moment how this looked. She just wanted to stop being strong and sucking everything up. It was building up into a wall. Everything was becoming so heavy that the wall was beginning to crumble under its own weight.

Miroku felt surprise surge through his entire body. He forced his hands to move against the shock. He pet her hair as she cried quietly into him. She trusted him enough to catch her tears. He felt something like relief wash up against him. She trusted him with her secret of weakness.

"Please don't tell my mother I cried, I don't want her to know," she begged, pressing her head against his abdomen.

"I promise," he cooed, as if he were speaking to a child.

They stayed like that for a while. She cried and he pet her back as her tears seeped their smell and color onto his shirt. He couldn't describe what he was feeling as this continued. It was something like joy for the trust that she was putting in him, but ... he still felt the guilt in his stomach start to boil over. Was this the right thing to do? Even if InuYasha had been a jerk, was this what he was supposed to do? Was he supposed to punish him by having his time with her? He couldn't place a word that he saw fit on all the emotions that found a battleground in his head. It was leaving carcasses of dead sentiments on the ground and they were building up. They were becoming heavy on him. He opened his mouth.

"Will you tell me why you're crying?" he asked, still feeling he needed to know the reason.

"If you don't tell anyone," she sobbed, pulling back so she could finish her crying. He nodded in agreement. She wiped her glasses before she continued. Swallowing hard as she placed her lenses on, she spoke.

"I think I'm letting my emotions get the best of me. I might be falling for, InuYasha… and it really scares me," she confided, not looking at him. It was good that she wasn't too; he flinched slightly as she admitted her feelings. She had just rejected him without knowing it, but he didn't say anything about that. He just smoothed down the back of her gown in a comforting motion.

"Don't be. You shouldn't be so afraid of you emotions. Emotions make people stronger and it really crushes InuYasha that you act like you hate him," he said, wanting to repent now for falling for her, but she simply shook her head at what he said.

"That's where you cross a very thin line between regular people and those who don't react in the same way. I won't be able to offer InuYasha a complete relationship. I've never had a real relationship with any one living creature. With this incident, I probably won't see the end of the school year," she said somberly. Miroku looked at her with confusion swirling around in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Has this happened before? Is that why you moved here?" he asked slowly.

"This happened once before, it's been a while, but that's not why I moved. My mother's job demands that I move. It's not a questionable situation. I'll be moving soon and I'll have to leave this life behind," she spoke quietly. She hated explaining her situation. She hated the pity that followed it.

Miroku just stared at her; he couldn't believe his ears. He could only stare blankly at her. No straight emotion popped into his head right away. They were all dying back as a feeling of numbness pored over him like honey. What would be the correct emotion to show? What would be the right face to put on?

But then she whispered something so hushed he had to force his ears to hear.

"Emotions don't make me stronger… they destroy what makes me human…" she whispered. The words caressed on the chilled wind and then disappeared just as quickly as it had been spoken; almost as if they had never been given air in the first place.

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