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New Moon; New You

Chapter 3: The Dark Side of the Moon

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The pounding sound of construction was driving Kagome mad; just as it had been all week. They were still patching up the roof, something that had desperately needed repairing since Inu Yasha's violent temper tantrum. However, she hadn't let them mend the well house; or even go near it for that matter. She wasn't quite sure why, but somehow there was a little red flag going up about it. Sighing, she tossed her quilt aside and stood upon the cold floor with many-a-grumble. Her comfortable pink pajamas were a rather baggy fit as she often stepped on the end of her nearly too long pants while puttering around her room. The steady lilt of the hammers overhead where close to making her tear clumps of hair out. Normally it would be another thing she took in stride, but this had been the week from hell. Pacing to and fro, she tried to clear her thoughts.

A flash of dull crimson caught her eye in the darkened room. Taking weary steps as she crossed the breadth of her room, she found a corner of a piece of fabric jutting out from a drawer. Her hand shook as she touched the cloth, nearly crying as she quickly opened the drawer to free it. As if it would cure her headache she fervently rubbed it against her cheek, waiting for the comfort she expected it to bring. When she found no emotional release from Yasha's haori Kagome flung it away from her so that it landed upon her disheveled bed. Her tears were falling freely now, running unchecked down the sides of her face. Swiftly she reached out for her desk, shoving off anything that wasn't what she was searching for. Papers and pictures flew away from her fingers before they met cool glass. Grasping the tiny bottle, Kagome rattled it; making sure that the shards were there and still existed. Proof that her Inu Yasha hadn't been just a dream. That the horrible monster that ransacked her home wasn't the half-demon she knew.

It also meant that Inu Yasha hadn't come back for the shards, since he hadn't taken them. It meant that he had come back for her…

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Somewhere off in a lowly hut some small creature was bawling it's eyes out. The little kitsune had awoken to find that his nightmares were real. Since that horrible day when Inu Yasha had raged into the hut, he hadn't slept well. While the hanyou was dripping with his own blood the small demon had felt no sympathy for him after hearing the fat head's words.

"Kagome is NEVER coming back!!! SHE'S NOT WECLOMED HERE!"

Shippo's shoulders shook as chocked sobs escaped his tiny mouth. Grabbing his fluffy tail, he rocked himself back and forth for what little comfort he could obtain. He really missed Kagome; and even though he was never going to admit it, he also missed that stupid dog-breath. After relaying the message the jerk took off for the forest and hasn't been seen since. Crying as quietly as possible into his fur, the little child curled up beneath his tattered blanket, wishing for his mother to come home.

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Coming from somewhere on the other side of the closed door a gentle, yet weighty, sigh was rather audible. Sango had her hand upon the woven mat that separated the room Shippo was in to the one where she currently stood. She shook her dark head sadly as she listened intently to the kitsune's sobs. All her efforts of comfort to the small fox had been to no avail. The sinking sensation of failing was all but consuming her; perhaps why she didn't notice the lecherous hand until it was too late. Feeling a rather firm grope along the curve of rear, she struck out instinctively to adorn a rather well-sculpted face. Miroku twitched a brow and simply looked injured before miraculously recovering in time to inquire upon the kit.

"Still not a word, Sango-chan?" his voice indicated no response to her earlier strike.

She didn't know whether to answer him or to feign being upset. She had long gotten used to his hentai ways; but that didn't mean that she approved of them. Settling for a good scowl, she frowned at him, and then shook her head.

"No, nothing but tears."

To know that Kagome wasn't to return was enough of a plight upon her soul, but one she could understand. And each in turn the hanyou's tantrum and Shippo's silence could've just been another burden; but all three at once? What next? The morbid thought of Miroku suddenly being turned inside-out as the curse upon his palm came full circle made her grip for the wall.

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