A couple hours after Kagome returned to from the shrine. The delicate auroma of dill and bore filled the air of her small hut. The girl cursed softly to herself as the blade of the knife she used to chop some vegetable sliced into her skin. The taste of the metallic liquid made her scrunch her nose as she tried to find something to wrap around the fresh wound.

"Hey, Kagome! Gramps and Kirara still not back?" The neighbour boy, Kohaku, walked in. He plopped down on a white mat that he always found his way back to everyday. The only time the boy would be home was when he slept. Any other time of the day he is hanging around Kagome and her grandfather, whether he is helping Gramps at the shrine or Kagome with a load of wood.

"Nope, not yet. Has your father?" Kagome asked as she wrapped her favourite white and pink cloth around her finger. The boy only shook his head, Kagome's heart went out to the young lad. He was only eleven, his father was never around for him. It was always like that ever since his mother passed away. Kagome remembers the first time when she was a little girl, maybe five years old, and Kohaku's father asked Gramps if he would be able to watch the newborn for the day. The father never returned until five days later. Although only Kohaku's mother passed away when he was a few weeks old in Kagome's eyes the boy lost his father as well.

"I don't expect to see him for at least another seven days. This mission is beyond the mountains and they always take the longest." The boy answered honestly as he mixed the pot of soup, even though he stared into the soup Kagome knew that his mind wandered elsewhere. He was a strong child but he was a still a son who needed his father.

Kagome wrapped her arms around the boy and kissed the side of his head. He usually went off and pretended to be against the sibling-like actions but this time he just sat and let Kagome's motherly actions go. Kagome felt the boy shake, and noticed a tear escape his tear duct. He returned the hug wrapping his arms around Kagome's waist for dear life as his sobs were muffled by her shoulder. Kagome softly smoothed the back of his head as she let the boy let out the cry she knew he held in for so long.

"Why doesn't father stay with me? Does he not love me?" Kohaku voice cracked and he gasped for air. Another strong wave of weeps came from the boy. Kagome gently held both sides of the boy's face between her hands forcing him to look at her. Her own tears started to build up as she seen just how destroyed the boy was, his face as rosy as a bloomed cherry blossm, stained with his salty tears.

"He does love you, Kohaku. Me, Gramps and Kirara. We all love you. Your family loves you. Understand?" Her voice as light as a leaf in the wind. With the pad of her thumbs she wiped the tears away from his cheeks.

"I love you too, Sister." Kagome froze at his words and her mouth fell open as her mind went blank. He has never called her sister before and the words flowed so perfectly. That's what they were, brother and sister. A bond that could never be broken between the two.

"Want to help me set up dinner, Brother?"

"I would like that."

The two worked together, Kahoku made rice as Kogame cooked fish on the fire. One of Kohaku's favourites. The two told each other about their days, they both hurdled over in laughter as Kohaku told Kagome about watching the village's cranky old man slipping on a sheet of black ice. The boy constantly asked the older girl if he was cooking right and she would assure her that he was and that rice was suppose to expand that much.

An hour passed and Kahoku was making a small spear with a stick and a knife, as Kagome was reading a scroll about a tale of brothers. Most of the time these scrolls would be full of information about whatever legend it was about but this was one was pretty vague on the whole situation. The only thing that it read was there was two brothers who were sons of the great Lunar Dog demon, they were the new protectors of the Shikon Jewel which would grant a wish. That part made Kagome chuckle, just like the magic Bone Eaters Well that would 'send people through the times', Kagome found out that that one was false when she jumped in as a little girl and Gramps had to fish her out a couple hours later. The only other thing that the scroll read was that the Castle that the brothers lived in was in the North-West mountain of Mount Bankotsu.

"Don't tell me you are reading that too. Gramps was reading that all last month." Kohaku whined and rolled his eyes as he continued to slice another layer of wood. "You people are obsessed with reading scrolls." He muttered under his breath.

"Did he tell you anything about it?" Kagome asked curiously, if anything Gramps probably found more information about the Lunar Brothers. Heck, he might have even been able to find more scrolls about them! Kagome would have to ask Gramps when he returned so she could read up more on them.

"Are you kidding? I could recite it word for word by this point."

"Oh really?" Kagome raised an eyebrow. She had so many questions that needed answers. "What were the brother's names?"

Kohaku let out an overly dramatic groan. Why did he tell her that he knew about the damn scrolls? He knew that the girl could go on an interrogation for hours.

"They have weird names they're something like Sessham...Sessho? Sesshomatoo? And Inuyaka, I think."

"Where is their mother?" Kagome pushed on, it read in the scroll that their Father died protecting the youngest son. Unlike the father, it read nothing about the mother.

"On the East coast somewhere. She lives in a different castle, I guess she couldn't stand the site of her children after their father died." Kohaku shrugged and a loud growl emerged from his stomach. He sheeplishly smiled at the girl from across the room.

"Did I mention I haven't ate yet today?" Kohaku laughed nervously.

"Kohaku." Kagome scowled, "Why did you not come over earlier? Don't let yourself starve!"

Kohaku hunched over like a turtle going back into it's shell, his face going rosy like it did once earlier. He twiddled the knife around in his hands.

"You weren't home earlier when I stopped by..." The volume of his voice was just above a whisper. Kagome forgot that she was out doing errands and she stopped at the shrine with Koga. The poor boy hasn't ate and she was having a pity party for herself.

"Oh, right. I am sorry." Her voiced lowered to the same as his. She put the scroll back on the shelf and went to the pot of soup.

"Let's eat now. I am sure Gramps won't mind if we started early."

The boy went over to the table as the girl began filling his plate and bowl with the food. She could have sworn she seen a little bit of drool beginning to leak from the young boy's lips. The two ate as they shared some stories between bites, the feeling of warmth, family and happiness circulated through the small hut.

Everything a home should have.