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The Unseen Ache

The fall of rain and the soft echoing off the walls told Hiten he was still in the cave. Taking a deep breath he felt something within him contract. He had never been a feeling man, but his brother…his brother had been the only thing he had in this world. His brother, was everything to him, now suddenly he was gone. Someone had to pay for his absence someone had to fill the void. No, no one could ever take the place of his brother he would just have to find away to stop the ache in his chest, if he didn't he thought very well it would kill him.

Taking a deep breath he tried to clear away the dreary thoughts plaguing him. The air was thick with the stench of blood. The smell of his brother's blood instead of clearing his mind the ache within him grew.

The smell disturbed him not because he wasn't used to it. He had fought along side his brother for years they had seen countless battles. He had seen him wounded, broken, bleeding. But along with the familiar smell was one that made his insides turn and his blood boil. Rot, the smell of decay, a foul odor that always accompanied death.

The thought weighed heavy on his chest. It took a few moments to come to himself and realize the weight on his chest was very real.

"It took you longer to wake up then I thought." The voice was cold and snide, familiar.

"Kouga." The rage that had dissipated in his moments of reflection came back to him with the sound of the Captains voice. Bucking wildly he tried to throw the man off but his hands and legs were also bound held in place by strong hands. In the dim silvery light he could see icy blue eyes gazing down at him. He did not fear the man, if the captain's men had not come he would have ripped him to shreds and devoured his heart. Now the table's were turned. He had heard stories about the Captain, he was cruel man, there was no way to raise in rank with out being one. The title of Captain told him plenty about the man who now held him captive. His death was insured but they didn't know his secret.

"Yes, but you may refer to me as Captain."

Captain, yes. This man had used him. He and his brother had been nothing but a small little test. He should have known it all along. In truth part of him had probably always known. He and Monten its what they had been used for their entire lives. They did the dirty work. Jobs no one else wanted. The task of capturing one little girl hadn't appeared too hard to him. This job was supposed to have been an easy one, but he should have known. He had even teased the Captain about it saying how he had needed someone to get one little girl, but it had been a test all along.

"You used us…"

"Of course I did." Smiling Kouga looked down at the man, he was covered in dirt and blood. His eyes were wild and dangerous the lingering effects of the blood bond made him appear fierce. Eyes said a lot about a man and these eyes spoke of murder. He liked it he could feel his blood react and his muscles tighten.

Of course I did. the words lingered in Hitens ears like a poison pulling at his mind. The girl… no not the girl, the one who had come for her. Kouga wanted to find out about that person, to the tell the truth he was now curious as to what kind of man or woman or beast had come for her because he was sure it had to be the later. His brother wasn't just some pushover like some of the lackey's in the emperors army. His brother wouldn't have gone down without a fight.

"You wanted to know about the person who came for her… Is she so important to not one but two people. It will make her death more enjoyable, maybe we'll do to her what we did to some of the poor people in the city of Obin. Rip her tender little flesh right off her body." He didn't get to finish as a fist connected with his face. New blood gushed from his nose but he didn't care. What was pain to him anyway?

"To the man and anyone else who travels with her you may do as you please but if you lay one finger on her then you are as good as dead."

The weight on his chest lessened as Kouga got up momentarily leaving his view.

"I through making deals with you."

"Are you now… what a shame, but I didn't really expect you to. I am a fair man and no one can say I didn't give you a chance."

Craning his head he looked around but could not see the captain. He saw the two men one holding his hands stretched above his head and the other his feet. There was a scraping sound and Kouga came back into his vision holding his brothers weapon of choice. The thunderpike.

"I see in your eyes you don't like that I'm touching your brothers things, I'll give it back. Alls you have to do is give me an answer I'm prepared to offer you everything you want just not the girl."

As the man spoke he leaned over him. He wanted to struggle but struggle would get him no where he wanted to yell and spit and curse the man before him. He could feel hate and rage burning within him. He wanted to inflicted pain but all he had were words at his disposal. It was enough unlike his brother he always knew just what to say to push someone to the edge. It helped he already knew the captains weak spot.

"I was the one who knocked her out when we captured her. She tried to run. Tried to save some measly little brat. I heard the half cry escape her lips and watched her eyes roll back in her head." It wasn't hard to put enjoyment into his voice after all he had enjoyed it, and he fully intended to enjoy the anger it brought to the captain.

Hiten was not disappointed his words had the desired effect not only on the Captain but also on the men who held his arms and legs. As the tension in the air increased he relished in it. He couldn't get much but he would take anger. Anger he liked.

"I didn't think you would take my offer but I like looking in a mans eyes when he dies."

There was movement faster then his eyes could track followed by pain. Looking down he could see his brothers weapon the longest of its tines lodged in his throat as he tried to move he was met with restraint. The blade had gone all the way through and was now embedded in the ground. Opening his mouth he tried to say something, anything, nothing only a slight gurguling sound escaped as blood ran over his lips. Trying to draw in a breath he felt the heavy liquid flowing into his lungs making him cough and gage.

Arching his back he tried to break his hands or feet free but their grip was too tight and his strength was flowing out of him as his blood coated the ground. He knew very well he didn't have long as his body was suffering from two things lack of air and blood. At first he had been trying to break free but now his muscels had a mind of their own. He could feel them contract and spasm as he lost control. The convulsions didn't last long as he felt his body start to go limp.

"Go ahead and let his hands and feet go."

The voice sounded miles away though he knew it wasn't the man was leaning over him, His eyes looking at him with enjoyment. His body had lost some of it feeling. He only knew the men who held his arms and feet had let go because their captain had commanded it.

Move, move. His mind was urging him forward telling he could do it but his body wouldn't listen, his arms and legs were nothing more than dead weight. Looking around his vision began to blur around the edges. Then there was heat on his face and the fuzzy outline of a person leaning next to him.

"You got a pretty clean death, there are worse things then drowning in your own blood."

He felt new pain blossom as the blade in is throat moved back and forth; the man above him was moving the handle like he was stirring a pot.

Kouga was well acquainted with death. Looking at the man on the ground he could see its signs; the skin paled with the loss of blood, the rattle of breath. It was the eyes though that always gave away how close a person was. Hiten's eyes had taken on a glossy sheen, as the light behind them slowly faded.

Staring down he felt no remorse for the man who would have hurt Kagome given the chance. Hearing the mans heart slow to a stop he pushed down on the odd weapon one last time making sure it was stuck into the ground before turning to look at his men. Ginta and Hakkaku looking at him like they were waiting for something. After a few seconds it was Ginta who broke the silence.

"Aren't we going to finish it?"

"No, We leave."

The two soldiers looked at each other before turning to look at their captain once more. He wasn't looking at them but rather making his way to the mouth of the cave no doubt he expected them to follow without further question.

"Umm Kouga…' Hakkaku looked at his captain and friend briefly wondering how he should continue; if he should continue. 'this isn't over you know as well as I that the only way to ensure the death of a person who has created a blood bond is to remove their head or their heart."

"Of course I know, but I'm willing to bet he doesn't know we know that little bit of information. The blood bond is a rarity he wont expect us to know much about it." Shifting his eyes Kouga took in the sight of his men. Both of them were looking at him with uncertainty. He didn't like it. Turning away from them once more he stepped into the rain.

"We have to hurry and get out of his range when he wakes up he won't be too happy."

"No he'll be stark raving mad. The first place he will head is strait to Kagome." Hakkaku said looking at his captain. A person entered the blood bond gave up some of themselves to forge it. It wasn't something just done lightly Hiten would act on instincts.

"No he'll need to consume blood first then he'll head in their direction which is just what I want. While he is occupying their attention we get Kagome."

Ginta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kouga was planning on using that man. When he came back around he would be nothing but a monster in every sense of the word, they had been lucky to stop him before he had caused too much damage tonight. But they couldn't count on luck always being on their side.

"if things go wrong, people are going to die. You should know how dangerous the blood bond is more than anyone." Ginta spat looking back and forth between his two friends Hakkaku was shaking his head in a silent urging for him not to continue were as Kouga had turned away. Ginta knew he was walking a fine line at the moment but he couldn't sit back in silence.

"It won't go wrong." Kouga snapped.

"Who's to say they won't?' Ginta said his irritation could be heard clearly in his voice.

"I can protect Kagome nothing will happen to her."

"I know you take risks, but not with Kagome. Never with Kagome, Hiten will do exactly as Hakakku said he would, he will look for the weak spot and in this case Kagome's it. We have followed you in a lot of things you are our clan leader. But as a friend I'm telling you, if we fail Kagome will be the one to pay for our mistake."

Kouga knew what Ginta was saying was true. He was taking a big risk by using Hiten as a distraction. He felt like he was losing her and the feeling made him desperate. "You think I don't know that? You think I haven't thought about all this. She is in the hands of rebels and who knows what might happen to her."

Ginta looked at his Captain his friend, his leader the man he had grown up with. He had seen him in tough situations before. He had see him up against the wall but the lost look in his eyes was new. They had had a conversation similar to this one when Kouga had first employed the thunder brothers, still why he was suddenly willing to make so many risks where Kagome was concerned baffled him. "What did you do?"

*~*~*~ obin~*~*~*

Mamoru didn't think that he would have found himself back in Obin so quickly but here he was following the hooded man. The town was dark and quite. He thought of the people hiding behind those walls sitting in the darkness or by a small light. He could picture hunched figures and whispered words. The only buildings with any sort of visible light still shining were those that belonged to Youkai. The rain was still pouring down and he hated it. Who traveled in the rain anyway? The girl could have stayed with them a little longer till it had let up, looking out of his hood the foul weather didn't appear to affect his traveling companion. Mamoru frowned he had always considered himself to be rather spry but he had trouble keeping up with the man in front of him.

As he followed they made their way out of the city and onto the dark paths that stretch between here and the small little cottage where the rest of their party was waiting. He only took his eyes off the man before him a few seconds when it happened his body was pulled up short and he felt the cold press of metal against his throat his eyes darting around he tried to see what had happened to Yasha.

"How sweet are you looking for me?" the voice was hard as his captors warm breath brushed against his ear.

"What are you doing?" He fought to keep his voice calm, well as calm as it can be considering there was a sword pressed against the crook of his neck.

"I think you know very well what I am doing."

Mamoru thought about the weapon at his waist and the other in his boot but right now he didn't have the option of using either of them. He knew if he made the wrong move his captor wouldn't hesitate.

Yasha could smell the fear and confusion pouring off the man he held secure in his arms. He wondered what kind of game the man would try to play.

"look why don't we talk about this?"

Yasha heard the catch in Mamoru's voice as he tried to calm himself.

"I don't like liars and do you want to know what I do with spies?"

"I don't… I don't know what you're about." Mamoru wished his voice sounded stronger. It wasn't like he hadn't been in situations like this before. But the man behind him the Shinkushiyou unnerved him he had yet to see the man's face and the way he moved was frightening in it's self.

"You see I had a nice little conversation with your father."

"My father? What does he have to do with this?"

"I just had a few questions for him…" He felt the man in his arms go lax. And the smell of fear intensified but accompanying it was a smell he hadn't expected sadness.

"Is he ok? My father I mean?"

"What would you care he's not even your real father."

It was true the kind old man wasn't his father not by birth anyway but the way he treated him made him wish that maybe if he was lucky he could have a father like him. Now with the thought that something may have happened to the old man because of him it was almost too much for him to bear.

"That's true but he treated me more like a son then my own father ever had."

"Don't think you can play on my sympathies." Yasha said taking in Mamorus reactions he had delt with his kind before and knew that spies where the trickiest of all people to deal with. They lived their lives of deception and lies. Yasha could almost believe the boy before him to be worried about the old man he had visited earlier that night.

"Tell me who sent you here." At his words the smell of fear became even more thick in the air it was obvious the boy was afraid of the man who had sent him.

"I can not."

"You know you are going to die either way so why not spare yourself some pain." To highlight his words Yasha pushed his sword just a little into the tender flesh of Mamoru's throat drawing blood.

"I know but he's ok right… my dad? You didn't hurt him. Its not his fault. I never mattered before I met him. My real father was a defector from the rebellion he was a snitch and a lowlife and me…. I was an accident. In reality I am a traitors son."

"I don't want your life story I just want to know about the person who sent you." Yashas words were cold and clipped he didn't want to hear about the man's troubles. Spies were known for their deceit, and he wasn't about to walk into the man's trap.

"What if I can't tell you."

"there are ways to make you talk."

Though he said there were ways to make him talk Yasha much preferred silence especially if Mamoru was just going to continue spouting off about his past. A traitors son. He knew the life well he had lived it on the other side of the line. His father had been a Youkai, and when his mother had chosen to protect his identity she had been branded a traitor. They had whispered behind her back. He knew very well the life, it was too much to bear for some people.

"No I'm sure I deserve whatever I get. Your right he's not my father and since I have been with him I have only brought him misfortune." It was true misfortune had been all he had been able to offer. All his life he had never cared about anyone. About anything really, it was only now that he found something he wanted to live for that he could feel it slipping away. Of course his life would go this way things always did for him. He thought of his father not his real father of course that man was a bastard hardly deserving of the last few seconds of his life, Instead he thought of the kind old man whom he had been calling father for the last month.

"You will hold your toungue unless it is to answer my questions is that understood." He wanted to stop the boy from rambling. A traitors son The words rang in his ears making him uneasy. When Mamoru did not answer he pressed the blade deeper feeling the thin outer layer of skin give away, the smell of blood mixing with the fear and the rain.

"Yes…Just let me know is he ok?"

"He lives if that what you mean."

Yasha didn't expect the tears he didn't expected the relief that racked Mamorus body.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to watch for you, and if you arrived to learn about you."

"Who sent you here?"

"That I can not tell you. You met with my father tonight, right he told you about her."

two hours earlier Obin.

The old man sat in the middle of a barren room. He didn't have any furniture but he had roof over his head and with the way it had been raining he was lucky to have it. As the door opened slowly he turned to look at the hooded man who entered the room. A man he owed his life to. Standing he bowed in greeting.

"I came here to talk about your son."

"My son…"

Yasha could hear the hesitancy in the older mans voice even as he tried to hide it.

"Yes tell me about your son."

"He's a nice boy. He helps me make dinner at night and keeps an old man company, he's shy sometimes but I think that's because he's afraid of what people will say about him."

There was a gentleness in the mans tone as he spoke about the boy that bothered him. Maybe he was wrong maybe he was going to just upset the gentleman with his accusation. Still the feelings he had about the boy couldn't be ignored. He had spent most of his life trusting his gut and right now his instincts were telling that Mamoru was up to no good.

"he may do those things but I want to know where the boy stands."

The old man looked at him with a grim expression. Before he spoke his words short and clear. "He stands by my side."

"So you are a traitor too."

"No…" the old man could feel the tension in the air he was treading on dangerous ground here. Though he could not see the hooded mans face he could feel his eyes, boring into him. If he lied this man would know. But what could he say? What could he do?

"I came to you to hear the truth. If he has threatened to hurt you then I can help you."

"He would never hurt me." the old man said with conviction.

"But I will." Closing the short distance he grabbed the older man by the front of his shirt lifting him off the ground. "You know I don't like liars."

"Don't hurt him please. He's all I have. He wouldn't hurt anyone."

Shaking the man he wondered how it was Mamoru had managed to pull the wool over his eyes.

"No of course he's here to gather information."

"Yes its true but he's a good boy… I… I didn't think he would be at first. But he was kind to me. He filled a hole I had in my heart and for that I am greatful."

Loosening his grip he looked at the sorrow etched on the mans face the melted coldness of his eyes.

"You are either for the rebellion or against it. A time is coming when there can be no fence sitters." As he said it he thought of the girl he had just left. The Higurashi's daughter. He thought of the smile and slight sound she had made as she had moved into the warmth of the spot he had just vacated. Do not cohort with the enemy yet here he was, he had done far more then this man. He was suddenly sick at his weakness. Who was he to judge someone? Who was he to say this man was all bad? But Mamoru was up to no good of that he was sure. This poor man had just been caught in the middle.

"What care I for rebllions or loyalties. I did once… and where did it get me? My wife and son are gone. All I had was my daughter and they took her away from me too… they took my sweet little girl… what had she done?"

Looking at him now Yasha felt something inside him break at the mans words. They were so full of emotion despite his somber tone. Stepping back he let the clenched material slide from his hand. As if he had been the only thing holding the man up he crumpled to his knees. There was only a short pause before his despairing voice filled the air. It was hollow and empty it was a voice that came from a broken man.

"If you could have only seen her, she was so full of life. Her smile could light up the room. She looked so much like her mother, so much like her. Her eyes sparkled like she was always in on some kind of joke. But they came one day and took her away from me… Said they needed my help said if I did everything they said she would live. At first I was angry. Do you know what its like to have something you care about ripped away from you?"

Did he know? He had lost many things in his life. His mother his father, but after that he had never allowed anyone one in. He had never allowed anyone close. Even Miroku, Sango. Though they were near him he had pushed them away kept them at a distance. It was only recently that Kagome had barged in. She ripped down his walls. If he lost her… What would he do?

"I have never had the luxury of having something that was truly mine before."

"It must be sad to be you then. At first I was angry I wanted to kill the person they sent and go and find my daughter. But when he got here he was just a lost young man. He's about the same age my son would be if he were alive today. I did what I had to. I may never see her again but I have to believe she's out there."

"You know she's not." The words were cold he knew and the moment he said them he wished he could call them back, but the truth was a hard thing.

"If she was, would you bring her back to me."

"If she was. I would bring her back to you. But the boy I can not spare."

Mamoru frowned as he was shoved to the ground his knees sinking into the soggy soil. His arm was pulled behind him at an odd angle as he tried to move he felt the pressure against his the socket it his arm. One wrong move and he would pull it free of the socket.

"she's still alive you know."

"I said I wasn't here to play games." With a pull he felt the arm in his hand go dead as the man below him groaned in pain. Reaching for his other arm he held it in much the same position as the first.

"I'm not playing a game. I'm going to give you information."

Yasha could hear the pain in Mamoru's voice. To tell the truth he had thought it was going to take a lot more to get the man to talk.

"You know I've never been a loyal man, and in all my life I've never made a promise I ever intended to keep."

"Oh yeah this doesn't sound like what I wanted to hear." Pulling yet again he felt the give and sickening pop that came along with pulling a bone from the joint. Pressing down with his foot on the center of Mamorus back he pushed him into the mud knowing he couldn't use his arms to try and push himself up.

Mamoru couldn't help the tears now. Before the tears had been flowing because he had just been so relieved. Now they came from the searing pain at his shoulders. Trying to move he felt Yashas foot pressing on his spine. Laying his face in the mud he thought about giving up. His life would be so much easier if he did.

The words Mamoru had spoke were true he had never in his life made a promise he intended to keep. He was a deal man, and deals were made with money. Giving your word in a promise was for honorable men and he, he was far from honorable. This one time though this one time he wanted to keep his word. The only promise he wanted to protect.

"I'm trying to help you but in return you have to help me."

"I don't have to help you do anything."

"I wasn't lying the girl she is alive. I know he told you about her."

"So what if he did. We both know she's dead and this is not what I came here to talk to you about. We're here to talk about the person who sent you."

"The person who sent me and the one who has her are one in the same. Dad probably didn't give you her name. I didn't know her name for a long time, its precious to him. I can't tell you the name for the man who sent me here, if I do. He'll know, he'll kill her. But if you know her name it will lead you to him."

Yasha didn't understand what Mamoru's sudden fascination was with the dead girl. Why did he insist she was alive? That wasn't the way the army worked.

"We both know that isn't the way people in the army work."

"He's different than anyone else. He's more cunning than people give him credit for. Take everything away from a person and they have nothing left to give. Take the right thing away from someone and dangle it in front of their face and they will give you anything."

The words sent a chill up Yasha's spine. What Mamoru was talking about made sense to him. If this was the kind of person he was dealing with it was dangerous. "Why are you so concerned about the girl?"

"I promised our father I would do my best to have her returned to him. And I want that to happen."

"I will see to it. But you know I can't spare you."

"I've known there was no hope for me for a long time. But for her… she shouldn't be robbed of what's hers just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Her name give it to me." If he thought the man on the ground was lying to him he wouldn't even bother asking but he had the feeling he was telling him the truth.

"Rin, her name is Rin."

Rin he filed the name away for later use. For the moment he focused on the man below him wondering if there was any other kind of information he could get from the man. But before he could ask anything else he was speaking again.

"Be careful… Take care of Kongyou she seems like a good girl. But remember what I said. I was only with you a few days and I already know she's your weak point its only a matter of time before he figures it out too."

Yasha looked down at the man he wasn't going to get anymore information. Not that he wanted it the man's words still echoed in his ears causing goose bumps to rise on his flesh. Pulling back his sword he ended it quickly.

*~*~* Jinenji's house

Kagome Stood looking out at the rain. It felt like his had been raining for days normally she didn't mind the rain normally she even enjoyed it but right now it gave her a cold chill that refused to lift.

Yasha had been gone almost the whole day. When she had woken up that morning she had known he wasn't next to her any longer and without even knowing how she had already known he had left the house.

A gentleman had arrived around noon with a message for them and upon hearing that Yasha was gone he had been slightly put out saying they had no time to waste. Still she hadn't felt any ill will from the man and that made he feel slightly better. Still as the hours went by and Yasha had yet to return her anxiety worsened till she was standing outside under the small over hang.

Looking out she waited for him. Standing there she thought of the night before. She thought of his arms wrapped around her. It was enough to make her blush. Never before had she acted in such a manner, but it had felt so right to be in his arms. She thought of the feel of his lips on her neck and the look that had been in his eyes. Flushing she looked down at the ground when she heard the door open.

Turning to look she watched as the dark haired slayer walked toward her careful to stay under the narrow overhang.

"Aren't you cold out here?"

At Sangos words for the first time she realized just how much the temperature had dropped since she had come outside.

"Oh I didn't really notice."

"You know he's going to be alright. Yasha knows how to take care of himself." Sango said knowing very well what it was that was troubling the other young woman. To tell the truth she was worried too. She always was when Yasha went away but unlike Kagome she didn't really show he feelings well. But Kagome the girl wore her heart on her sleeve. The worry clearly shone in her chocolate colored eyes.

"I know but he needs someone to worry for him because I doubt he does it himself."

Sango envied the girl who so clearly spoke her mind. Sango thought again of the day she had caught up with the group and the sight that had awaited her. It had been a shock to see Yasha hold someone so tenderly. She thought again to yesterday morning when they had come into the house both of them had been tired she could tell but Yasha had hovered around Kagome almost like anyone of them could snatch her away.

She had seen the changes in her friend since meeting the young woman. There was a softness that came about as he interacted with the young lady who was now at her side. Yasha had never behaved in such a way. In her mind Yasha was cold and aloof, yet somehow caring. With Kagome she had seen a warmth in her friend that had never been there before. Looking out of the corner of her eye she studied Kagome. She was so intent on watching her that she didn't even notice Yasha approaching till Kagome bolted from underneath the awing.

Sango watched the scene before her with a heavy heart. As Kagome rushed to him Yasha closed the last few steps scooping her up and swinging her in a half circle before setting her down. She watched as he brought his hands up cupping the sides of Kagome's face tilting it up gently to him. Bringing her hand to her chest she tried to sooth the unseen ach. Sango knew she should turn away she but she couldn't bring herself to, as his head dipped down, she felt something within her break. Turning away she all but fled back into the house.

Kagome didn't mind the feel of the rain so much anymore infact it made her feel alive or maybe it was just Yasha who did that. Looking up into the depths of his hood she smiled feeling his hands on the side of her cheeks. There was a desperation in his movement she didn't quite understand but she wanted to comfort him. But it was him who made the first move his warm lips brushing against the skin of her temple closing her eyes she felt his lips ghost against her eyelids and then her cheeks. His skin was warm next to hers but the heat sent shivers down her spine.

Pausing he looked down at Kagome's up turned face his thumb brushing against her full lower lip. She looked so vulnerable to him at the moment. She was so trusting of him… so.. he had been waiting for this moment for so long dipping his head down he tenderly brushed his lips against hers feeling a physical jolt go through his body. One of his hands dropped to her waist pulling her closer the other stayed at the side of her face his thumb making a circular motion against her cheek. Her lips began to move against his tentative and inexperienced. She radiated innocence, he could practically taste it on her lips. The thought brought a half smile. In response he felt her lips curve up in a smile next to his.

Yasha relished in the feel as emotions crashed around him, he was drowning, drowning in her innocence, her touch, in the thousand things that made up Kagome, for he was sure only she could make him feel like this. Yasha had kissed before, he wasn't going to lie, when it came to women he had found that if he needed information kissing was the best way to loosen their tongue. But kissing Kagome was different, it filled a void within him and he finally knew exactly where he belonged, with her always with her.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there kissing her, but however long it had been it had been too short. He could hear Kagome's quick breathes as she clung to the front him her hands fisted in the material of his cloak. But it wasn't only her at some time his arms had snaked around her hold her body pressed against him holding her like she was his life line. She felt so small pressed against his body and he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him that was almost strong enough to bring him to his knees.

Mamoru's words from earlier echoed in his mind and for the first time in his life Yasha understood what it meant to love someone.

Take everything away from a person and they have nothing left to give. Take the right thing away from someone and dangle it in front of their face and they will give you anything.

Ok that's it for the chapter not much action sorry but I couldn't help introducing someone else. Please Review tell me what you think, especially about Yasha and Kagome I don't want it to seam to forced. Plus if I get enough reviews it makes my inclination to write fluff go up Thanks. Echoe ^.^