Happy5Gay8Bunny

1550: Edo, Japan It was unseasonably warm, even in the shade of the forest, but she was running anyway. Sweat dripped down her back between her shoulder blades, and her eyes watered. Trees jostled her from right to left, and her ankles protested each time her feet slammed onto the hard forest floor, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. The stitch her side was quickly becoming unbearable. How many times had she let Inuyasha carry her? Or Kirara? Now she was paying for it - the half-demon and the fire-cat were nowhere to be found at the moment she needed to run the fastest. Her chest was close to bursting open from the pain. Her legs were