Chapter 12 – In Need For Shelter
They were on their journey again. Kagome didn't tell the others about her visit in the further past. She felt kind of guilty towards Inuyasha that she met his father when he couldn't. It wasn't difficult to hide it, because from their point of view she never disappeared even for a single day.
"The storm is coming, we should find some shelter before it starts." Miroku suggested and everyone agreed with him. Soon they found a cave fitting for their needs and entered. Inuyasha went to gather some firewood and when he returned, they lit up the fire and sat around it.
Sesshoumaru and his group were on the edge of the forest and headed for a nearby cave where they could stay until the storm would fade away. He already smelt his half-brother and he knew that he's in the cave, where they're heading to, with his whole group. But the storm was coming fast and he didn't want to risk Rin's safety by staying outside. Though, he too preferred to be somewhere safe during the storms. Not that he was scared of it as he once used to be, but it was still giving him an uneasy feeling.
They approached the entrance to the cave and everyone inside looked at them. He didn't want to plead them but he knew that they wouldn't listen to his orders.
"Hey, what are you doing here!" Inuyasha started to yell at him, but before anyone could say anything else, he was already sent to the ground by Kagome's 'sit'. She turned at them with smile.
"Hurry come inside. There's enough space for all of us. You can warm up here near the fire." Rin and Jaken looked at Sesshoumaru questioningly and when he moved forward, Rin happily ran towards the fire and Jaken was just shaking his head in disbelief and followed too.
Sesshoumaru didn't join the others near the fire, but instead stopped in the entrance. Far enough that the storm couldn't reach him but as close as possible and looked outside. This was going to be a strong storm which would probably last the whole night.
At times like this, he always remembered the certain event which happened during a similar storm while he was just a kid. He took out the little pendant, which he obtained during that storm from a nameless priestess and looked at it. His father never told him her name and he didn't have enough courage to ask her directly, but he kept at least the memory of her.
He already knew for a long time that the pendant is just a worthless trinket and that it has no special powers as the priestess once told him, but he just couldn't make himself to throw it away. So, he held it in his hand and watched the strengthening storm.