Half the day had gone by and the sun was beginning to set. As the burning star set over the hills, the breeze got chillier. My wounds had been patched up and I was left alone whilst food was on the agenda. I was useless really. I made myself worse by running away.

I stared off into the woods where Inuyasha entered. I couldn't help but ponder over his behaviour. Is it the jewel that causes people to go erratic? I don't even have the jewel so how could that possibly be the case. I don't know anything. It was really bugging me.

"Have you finished staring?" A voice called behind me. I turned to find Inuyasha dragging a dead sheep by it's hind legs. Where did he even get that?

He dumped it infront of me then proceeded to cut the creature up with his clawed hands. The sight made me nauseous. All that blood. He'd stopped then dunked it in the river. to clean out the insides and after that I didn't feel very hungry anymore.

"do you think you could maybe start a fire…" He growled. I was already irritating him. I could do this though!. I stood up and hobbled around for a few dry sticks and some stones. All the ingredients I need to make a fire.

I lined up the twigs over each other and then clashed the rocks together, hoping it would ignite them. You can imagine my relief, as my first attempt spat out a spark. Within no time I had a roaring fire going. I was pretty proud of it, but Inuyasha I think has his own sense of pride.

Whilst he skewered some chunks of meat and allowed it to cook, the sun had completely gone. The fire was warming on my face, and it provided just enough heat to stop me from shivering. I was still cold though. My skin was ice. To distract me from my discomfort I peeked over at Inuyasha, who was sat there with a thick hoody, a ripped t-shirt and a muddy, bloody pair of jeans on. He looked ordinary, but didn't come across as ordinary at all. His golden eyes flickered up to meet mine. I was dumbfounded. Did I have a bug on me again?

"How did you get that scar on your shoulder?" He asked in a soft tone. I blinked and tried to recall. I don't have a scar on my shoulder… Unless he means my birthmark.

"I noticed it when I pushed you back. It touched your neck" He pointed an armed finger at me.

"Do you want to see it?" I asked casually. Which was out of character for me. After he nodded, I stripped from my blood stained cleaning kimono. I had only a vest top underneath. My birthmark spread all down my shoulder, from my neck to the waist. It grazed past my breast and slid down my side, as if someone had attempted to cut off my arm. This was all exposed for the males eyes. I didn't expect him to glide his warm hand down the twisted pink skin. It did look like a scar. It was hideous, but it's a part of me. So I had to embrace it.

"There's a buddhist temple somewhere in the mountains, where they believe birthmarks are the key to how you died in your past life. For example, this young boy had a birthmark stretching across his skull. Turned out in his past life, he met an untimely demise, after him and his murderer had a fight over money. The birthmark was the result of his previous life, taking an axe to his skull. Maybe there's some weird story behind mine!" I spoke softly. Humming a small giggle. It did fascinate me.

Inuyasha was still, and had a face that was hard as stone. Maybe he wasn't into superstitions or what ever they are called these days. Wives tales.

"How about this for a story…" He began. He was going to make up a story about my birthmark. How interesting. Is he going to say something funny like, 'You were born with it, the end'. No. He was in too serious of a mood to contribute with such light hearted humour.

"Back in the feudal era, there lived a priestess. Who's duty was to protect the Shikon no Tama. One day she was out in the field, where a village child had spoken of demons. She planned to slay the beings, but when she laid eyes on him, she only saw a reflection of her self. Loneliness. For the demon was only a half blood, he didn't fit into a society. All humans feared him, and all demons mocked him. For her, she had a duty that couldn't allow her to have any weakness's. No friends, nor family could touch her, for she was to remain pure of heart.

As a result of her vision, she refused to slay the demon, and eventually over time fell in love. But kindness was only to get so far. As a third party, who was wrapped up in lust for this priestess, grew jealous. He transformed into the demon half breed and attacked the Miko. With feelings of betrayal, the Miko set out to kill the person closest to her heart, for she feared for the village. When she found the real half breed, she launched a sacred arrow which missed the target, but she had used all of her energy. She collapsed to the ground, and when the real hanyou reached her she was already bleeding out. A mighty gash, threatening to break the woman in two, was ripped into her torso, from her neck…" He paused and touched my neck where my birthmark started. Slowly moving it down to my waist. A shiver went down my spine and butterflies tumbled in my stomach.

"The thing that hurt the most was not the betrayal she had felt, but the punishment of watching the one person you love, die in your arms, whilst you were left alone once more, but with the thought that you couldn't protect her. That every name you had been called turned out to be true…" I noticed his tone had changed. As if the man from the story was him. It was a bit too much in depth to be made up on the spot like that. Unless he's secretly a talented author. He doesn't look like the sensitive type though.

"Is that what happened to you?" I wanted to suck the words back in as soon as I said them but it was too late, his eyes burned with the licks of light from the fire, which emphasised the glare he was giving me.

"You wanted a story, I gave you one. Now go to sleep!" He barked.

I sighed a heavy sigh, and crawled into a ball. Hugging my knees for warmth. The stars where so bright, I could practically see every constellation. I didn't realise there were so many stars in the sky. A chilling gust of wind found it's way to my bones, and shook me hard. I can't sleep like this. A single tear leaked out, as I felt totally and utterly sorry for myself.

Then Even more unexpected, I felt a strong grip under my arms as I was pulled into Inuyasha's lap. He then draped his oversized hoody over my bare skin. This was an odd gesture. I wouldn't of figured him the caring type. I chose to let it go though, as I knew what was plaguing his mind. I didn't want to be the one to disturb him. I'm presuming there will be plenty more days ahead for me to ask the correct questions.

So for the first time in a long time, I looked forward to sleeping. Maybe now those dark circles under my eyes will disappear. Inuyasha was so warm. I could already feel myself drifting…