They finally got a break; they were all eating and having. Kagome was playing a card game, Sango and Miroku were flirting by the fire, and Inuyasha, Inuyasha was sitting in a tree. He was uneasy; something was bothering him, had the feeling that something was following them, and it had been following them for a while, but he could not smell it, and no one else had noticed it. He was still keeping his guard up, even if he was losing his mind. "Inuyasha, come down here," Kagome called,

"Nothin' doing."

He didn't like being bothered when he was alert. "Come on, Inuyasha, what's wrong?"

"Will you leave me alone? I'm thinking!"

"Well, dont think too hard," Kagome said, looking back at her cards.

Inuyasha jumped out of the tree and pointed a finger at her "What do you mean by that..Ka..go..ma."

She giggled and flapped her hand at him. "Oh, nothing, Inuyasha go back to your tree."

"No, you got something to say, say it!"

"She was just worried you would hurt yourself thinking too hard," Shippo said, which earned him a knock on the head from Inuyasha. "Inuyasha, sit, boy!" and to the ground, he went.

The figure watching them wondered to himself how his parents ever got along. The figure watching them is the same figure that Inuyasha was aware of, but at this point, he had forgotten as he was arguing with Kagome. The figure wanted to step out, but he didn't think it was the right time; he wanted Kagome alone. He thought that Inuyasha would lose his cool and ask too many questions. So he would wait till Kagome was alone; he only hoped it would be soon; he didn't have a lot of time.

Miroku was quiet; he soon felt someone watching them, though he didn't say anything. He felt that it was not a threat and it would make itself known soon.

The figure watched a little longer. He liked watching Kagome; she was young and pretty and full of fire. He thought this was so cool, but he could not just sit and watch; it had to be soon. He had been sent to do a task. He had to set his mind to the task at hand. So he watched a moment more before moving away.

A smirk came to his face as he walked away. He had heard the story of how his parents came to be, and now he would get to see it happen, sort of. He had also heard stories of his mother and his father, of who they were once and how they acted, and, even though he had heard stories of how they met, and how they came to be with each other, he knew parts were missing, and he found himself bursting with the want to see just how it happen.

After all, every one of his time said the day they fell for one another was the same day all seven hells froze over, and heaven burst into flames. His people also said that they thought the world was coming to an end; that day, he kissed her. They feared for their lives; it was so hard to believe that the two had found love with each other, so they just thought it was a sign of the end of the world.

He remembers the day when he first heard the story of his parents. The old woman telling the story ended it by saying, imagine...the darkness in love with the light.

Soon, soon he would see what it meant, how it looked, how it happened, how the darkness fell in love with the light, which in turn created himself.