The roll of thunder chased the flash of lightning while the translucent drops splattered against his window. Trees danced and swayed to Mother Nature's wrathful tune and Shinobu should have found the awesome display comforting, as it hid the screaming and yelling his parent often engaged in, usually over him and his strangeness.
Except it wasn't.
Something was wrong it kept him awake even into the early hours of the morning as false dawn kissed the sky.
His heart picked up, beating loudly, quickly. His breath was labored, fogging the window pane with each exhale.
Panic he was panicking.
Kagome… what's wrong?