A/N: Inspiration. I need a muse, some constructive critique and thoughts where the plot should go. Something. Or not. I can always abandon right. So ya, probably that. Nevermind the first part then! Also, I didn't want to write the court scene without it being perfectly tangible and didn't want to research the exact logistics, hence the absence of a new chapter, so I'm going to try to still skip over it while giving detail in the chapter still but really throughout the next few chapters as well. Thank you flashbacks. and i apologize for the shortness but it's an update neh?

Kagome ran her hands over her black pinstripe pencil skirt in a downward motion, from her thighs to her knees, smoothing it down onto her legs even more. She looked out the window and admired the passing trees outside, they were so verdant and luminous almost, the sunlight making them glisten as if they were coated in dew. She breathed in a sigh of calmness as she relished the warm sunlight coming into the passenger window of the silver Porsche currently traveling away from the city and back to Sesshomaru's house. Kagome felt good about herself. She had been searching rape victims on the Internet and found several groups to chat with about the attack and how you get over it and how to prevent it. Most importantly she found it wasn't her fault and there was nothing she could do. Her left hand moved up to her left eye, pushing on it, rubbing it into her head more than scratching it. It had been a tiring day emotionally and she just wanted to get home and back into the chat rooms.

As much as Sesshomaru tried to be there with her and for her she still couldn't take his snappiness and lashing out. She hated the way she attached herself to him, weak and pathetic, scared of anything. Mostly she despised his eyes. The way he looked at her with detachment and pity, though his face didn't match as it was adorned with understanding and care. She hated how a few days before the trail she had seen herself in his eyes, friends are like mirrors after all, and the scared numb mess she had become. While she couldn't stop herself from flinching at sudden sounds and movements she could will herself to become more guarded than frightened, more suspicious than trusting, more hard than forgiving. It was her friends in the victims of abuse chat room that she could find ways to make these things happen. She no longer shared her emotions with Sesshomaru daily, clinging to him much too tightly.

When they arrived at the house Kagome went straight to the room she was still occupying and opened her laptop. She needed to discuss her feelings with someone who understood. She need to allow herself to think about the verdict InuYasha had gotten, and all that it meant and she felt about it. She needed to vent.

Sesshomaru sat down at the grandiose desk in his darkened study. The heavy dark purple curtains still hung closed as he had not been there in the day to open them and none was allowed to enter without his permission. Too many important things were kept in her. The room was cold but Sesshomaru didn't mind this. He had been much too hot in the car with the blistering sunshine from outside making itself at home in his Porsche. He wanted to open the windows but he knew that would have broken the silent barrier Kagome and him had put up after leaving the courthouse. His mind flashed back to the arraignment.

'Kagome! Kagome!' InuYasha had called as the bailiffs had escorted him out of the room. His hair flinging everywhere, full of dirt and tangled, his eyes wide in shock and appreciation. Kagome had not taken the stand and had decided against full charges as long as he took anger management and sexual harrassment classes. The judge had agreed along with a 15 month probation.

Sesshomaru looked over to Kagome, her eyes lowered to the ground, soot lashes touching her pale face. She had worn no makeup, done nothing to her hair, leaving it a naturally dried straight and she looked so young. She looked so fragile and weak. While the powerful side of him was angered at that he also came to a very important conclusion. She was very much a human. And she very much didn't know how to handle the fact that Inuyasha was still yelling 'I love you!' as he entered the adjacent room.

He rested his arms on the table and placed his temple into his soft hands. How had such a simple fun thing turned into a horrible life ruining and altering mess?