Darks POV: I looked at Kagome in shock as she turned her gold/silver eyes to me and gasped as I felt a burning throughout my whole being. Suddenly it was as if my heart was on a tether attatched to hers. Suddenly I heard the voice of my brother.
"Soul mates, eh? Well, Dark, little brother, you're lucky. I swear though. You hurt her... and I will kill you."
Kagome stuttered in shock and screeched.
"SOUL MATES?!"
Suddenly I felt emotions that were not mine. Fear, anger, longing, hope, confusion, irritation. I looked at Kagome and saw each of those emotions cross her face. I immediately knew they were hers. Her eyes connected with mine and I felt the love she was beggining to feel along with the denial of it. She quickly set her face into an emotionless one. She couldn't fool me though. I now knew that my feelings were being returned... even if her's were small. What I felt next shocked me. underneath all those emotions I felt her pain. A pain that leaves one breathless. A pain that suffocates. A pain that tainted her slightly. The thing that shocked me most was how fast she was being tainted. I felt sympathy and empathy for her. In response I felt her anger. She thought I pityed her.
"I do not need your pity, Dark."
"I don't pity you. I feel sympathy and empathy for you. NOT pity. Pity is the worst thing one can recieve when hurt and mourning."
"No shit, Sherlock. You don't say."
"Enough, you two. Kagome? Would you mind telling us what happened to you?"
Kagome's POV:
I knew he wasn't just talking about my appearance. I suddenly felt panic, sadness and anger.
I then felt Darks curiosity, love, and patience. Somehow it calmed me.
I looked at the two. I looked at Krad's golden eyes and. winced. I looked into Dark's purple ones and the love I felt for him grew slightly.
I opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a photo album. The front of the photo album had a picture of a scowling Inuyasha with Shippo on his head pulling at his left ear. I carressed the photo and felt Dark's understanding.
"This was Inuyasha... my first love."
I told them the whole story of the hunt for the shikon shards. I told them of my incarnation. Of Inuyasha's constant running off to the clay pot named Kikyo. I told them of everything. When it came to the final battle my fists clenched, my claws breaking the skin as my scarlet blood dripped from my hands. I pushed on. Telling them of Inuyasha's death. Of Sango's. Of Miroku's. And finally Naraku's.
Inuyasha got his heart ripped out by Naraku. Sango and Miroku died side by side, ripped apart by demons.
I told of how Sango and Miroku were brought back as demons after I had changed and dissapeared back to my time.
By the time my story was done, my hands ached slightly, my claws embeded deeply in the palms. I hissed slightly and looked at my hands covered in my blood and the floor beside me with a huge bloodstain on it. I felt gentle hands take mine in theirs and looked into the concerned eyes of Dark, his nearness making my heart race. He looked at my now healed hands with awe. I blushed and pulled my hands out of his gently, looking away. I looked at Krad.
"How do you know for sure that we are soul mates?" I asked, my head tilting.