No Different by L0VER

Sango took a deep breathe to calm herself, tears clogging her throat "You know what you are? Huh? A pathetic little boy who’s stuck in the past."

Maybe love can't conquer all. Wounds heal but there are scars.

Categories: Fairy Tales Characters: Bankotsu, InuYasha, Kagome, Kikyou, Kouga, Miroku, Sango, Shippou
Genres: Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, Romance
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 9 Completed: No Word count: 16057 Read: 10794 Published: November 08, 2008 Updated: November 09, 2008
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and her publishers. Plots and ideas that are not related to the original Inuyasha storyline are property of the author. I do not make money off this.

1. Mystery by L0VER

2. Attitude by L0VER

3. Threat by L0VER

4. Friend by L0VER

5. Past Pt. 1 by L0VER

6. Past Pt. 2 by L0VER

7. A Visit by L0VER

8. Meeting by L0VER

9. Crash and Burn by L0VER

Mystery by L0VER
No Different
by: l0ver

Chapter 1: Mystery

It was the last day of summer. Everyone’s last chance to party before hitting the books. And boy, was this a party.

Inuyasha dabbed and put out his cigarette when he entered the packed one story bungalow with his friend. “See ya,” waved Inuyasha, not waiting one second as he walked off in the opposite direction. “Oh c’mon man, just loosen up.” Miroku cried after him. He lost his train of thought when a scantily dressed girl walked by. He winked suggestively at a passing girl and followed her when she gave him a look of her own. “Uh- yeah. ..have fun buddy,” He blindly slapped Inuyasha on the arm before he hurried after the girl.

Inuyasha continued towards the bar that was set up and sat down on a stool. “Give me one of your strongest,” Inuyasha’s gruff voice could barely be heard over the loud music. He downed it in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the table.

. .

Somewhere in the middle of the dance floor was two dancing bodies. Grinding and rubbing against each other sinfully like no one was watching.

“Woo, Sango. I think it’s time for a break, you want a drink?” asked Kagome as the pulsing beat finally began to slow down. Sango shook her head no, though barely paying attention.

“Damn Kags, just who is that?” Sango asked with a low whistle as she pointed off in the corner of the room. Kagome laughed and gave her a small push, “Oh, Just go and find out.”

. .

“A lemon- lime margarita please!” Kagome yelled as she waved at the bartender. She sat down and fixed her outfit before her eyes began to wander. It didn’t get far when it landed on a silver haired man sitting a few seats down from her. Feeling mischievous, she scooted down to sit beside him.


. .

‘What the hell are they mixing these with? .. Water?!’ Inuyasha finished off his 7th glass and was about to bitch at the bartender when another little black dressed body landed on the seat next to his.


. .

Kagome frowned when he ignored her.

“My name’s Kagome.”


Inuyasha gave her a once look over and turned back to his drink. Isn’t this one persistent.

Kagome’s party mood almost immediately fizzed out. She saw what he was looking at and yet, no reaction? She looked down at herself. A little black dress topped with a cute denim vest fitted snugly on her body, paired off with blood red stilettos. She looked amazing, if she did say so herself.

She slumped forward in her seat and her bottom lip stuck out in a little pout. She was hurt.

“Look, I’m didn’t come here to looking for some quick lay, so don’t waste my time.”

Kagome’s back straightened as she tensed up. “Ex- Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.” He slapped some money on the table and headed towards the exit.

Oh no no no no no. Kagome wasn’t going to let him go that easily, especially not after that. She ran after him and grabbed a fist full of the back of his maroon collared shirt. “Hey, just wait a minute here, wha-“

Kagome was cut off when Inuyasha suddenly turned around and grabbed a fistful of her hair, painfully yanking her head back. His face was mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the warm puff of his breath on her nose. Is it getting hot in there or is just her?

Inuyasha’s tongue snaked out and slowly sweep over bottom lip before fully engulfing her in a rough kiss. Kagome wouldn’t normally let things like this happen. She wasn’t just some easy girl anyone can pick up. No. No she wasn’t. –

A moan escaped her lips as she crumbled under his hold. As sudden as it began, it ended. She found herself thrown to the ground.

“Exactly what I thought, just another bitch in heat,” Inuyasha sneered as he walked out the door with his hands stuffed in his pocket.

Kagome got up from the floor, almost screaming in frustration. “What the hell is your problem?!” she yelled after his retreating body.

. .

Kagome ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath when she heard Sango call out her name. She turned around and scanned the crowd, looking for her friend. It seems like everyone was oblivious to what just occurred. But nothing could get past Sango.

“What the hell happened back there?!” she demanded.

Kagome shrugged. “I don’t know- it was just ... - whatever.”

“That lip lock sure didn’t look like whatever.”

“Argh, talking about him just makes my blood boil. Let’s just go dance alright? .. By the way, how did things go with your loverboy?”

“Who? .. You mean Miroku? It was great!" She squealed in excitement, "He’s such a gentlemen, so sweet .. and caring..and -” Sango trailed off with a dazed look on her face.

“Uh oh .. are those wedding bells I hear?” She giggled.

Sango rolled her eyes and grabbed Kagome’s arm,

“C’mon, the night’s just beginning.”

. .

What his problem? Pms much?

 I know, it's short. I posted this on adultfanfiction already (under the same name).. and my fellow author friend (Selina MacCloverer) kinda intro-ed me to this site. I have nothing much to say really.. but the chapters will get longer.. :)

p.s the first 2-3 chapters haven't been beta-ed. From then after, I found a beta, Meg. Just giving a heads up :) I have the worst grammer ever.

Attitude by L0VER

Café Bistro do not belong to me. Don't sue me.

Chapter 2: Attitude


“Hello? ... Can I speak to Miroku please?” asked Sango, twirling the phone cords around her finger.

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Sango... We met yesterday?”

There was a pause. “Oh!” He chuckled. “Hey, how are you?”

“I was just wondering if you would like to go out to lunch later today.” Sango tried to hold back her excitement.

“Sure, no problem. Where would you like to meet?”

“Hm ... Café Bistro? It’s just down the street from my campus. They serve the best desserts!”

“Alright, I’ll see you there. Is it alright if I bring a friend along?”

“It’s cool, I’ll see you there! Bye.” Sango hung up and jumped off her couch.

What to wear? What to wear?! She panicked as she threw open her closet door.

. .

Usually, it’s the girls that are fashionably late. But nope, not Sango. There she was... forty five minutes early, sitting in a little booth by the window checking her watch every two minutes. Man, was she hooked. Sango had just finished her fourth cup of coffee when she heard the door bell ring and Miroku walk in. She patted her hair and fixed her shirt before waving them over.

“Hey! Sorry, did you wait a long time?”

“Oh no, I just arrived!” cried Sango with a wave of her hand, “Who’s that friend of yours?”

“Inuyasha, Sango. Sango, Inuyasha.” Miroku introduced before taking a seat.

Sango instantly recognized him from the party. She waved and smiled warily.

Inuyasha casually nodded his head in her direction before taking a seat himself.

Miroku and Sango chatted happily while Inuyasha sat beside them drinking his coffee. Occasionally he’d answer a question when they would ask, but that was it.

“So how long have you been at this University?”

“This is my last year; I’m pretty excit-“ Sango stopped when she saw a raven haired girl pass by the window.
. .

Kagome looked up from her book when she heard a tap and a muffled, “Kagome!” beside her. She turned to see Sango waving at her excitedly. “Come in!” Kagome looked around Sango and at Miroku when she locked eyes with amber.

. .

Somehow... Someway, Miroku had convinced him to go with him to see the little girlfriend of his.

“Nono, she’s not my girlfriend.” He would say.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Not yet.

“You won’t feel like a third wheel. Please.”

Miroku half dragged him to the café.

“Inuyasha, Sango. Sango, Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha caught Sango giving him a look, like she knew him. Do I know you? He thought back to the party yesterday. Everything was kind of foggy. Maybe he passed out. With a shrug, he brushed it off before sitting down.

Yakety yak yak... The two can go on forever. Inuyasha had dozed off a couple of times. Suddenly the chatter stopped. He opened his eyes and looked their direction. He saw a girl standing outside, looking at them through the window. He narrowed his eyes. It’s that bitch.

. .

Kagome looked at him cautiously; It’s the guy from yesterday. Catching the look he was giving her, she looked back at Sango. Kagome shook her head hesitantly. Sango’s eyebrows rose in question, she waved her hand at Kagome again.

Kagome sighed and shifted the books in her arms before heading towards the door.

. .

“Would you like a drink?” A blonde waitress asked as Kagome sat down.

“A mochachino please.”

“So where were you heading?” asked Sango as Kagome settled down beside her.

“I just got out of class and was heading to the library.” Kagome snuck a peek at Inuyasha when the waitress placed her drink on top of a napkin in front of her.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“If you weren’t staring at me, how would you know I was staring at you?!” Kagome snapped back taking a sip of her mocha.

Miroku laughed, “Good one.”

Inuyasha growled at them. “I’m leaving.”

He stood up swiftly turned towards the door, waving back.

. .

Kagome looked at him as he stood. What did I do to you? All of a sudden there was a crash as the cup of mochachino spilled all over her. Sango gasped. Kagome bit her cheeks to hold in her scream as her hand began to turn red.

“My books!” Kagome’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked back accusingly at Inuyasha.

Her eyes widened when she saw him waving her napkin in between his fingers mockingly before letting it float to the floor.

Waitresses and Sango all rushed to help clean up Kagome. Miroku watched the whole encounter with confusion. This wasn’t like Inuyasha.

“What the hell is wrong with your friend Miroku?!” Sango yelled at him angrily.

“I’m so sorry Kagome.” He apologized as he ran out the door to catch up with Inuyasha.

. .

Miroku caught up with him a few blocks down. He pulled at Inuyasha’s shoulders, forcing him to stop.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!”

. .

God, what's wrong with Inuyasha? Seriously. Teheh
Mocha's are my current addiction:) And that remark from Kagome is what my mom always says to me. Ahah, I just thought that'd be interesting to share! Also, Café Bistro is real, and the desserts are amazing and beaaautiful(ly displayed). :) Sango's personality is too cute ^^
Threat by L0VER

Chapter 3: Threat

Previously on No Different

Kagome looked at him as he stood. What did I do to you? All of a sudden there was a crash as the cup of mochachino spilled all over her. Sango gasped. Kagome bit her cheeks to hold in her scream as her hand began to turn red.

“My books!” Kagome’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked back accusingly at Inuyasha.
. . .

Miroku caught up with him a few blocks down. He pulled at Inuyasha’s shoulders, forcing him to stop.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!”

- - -

Inuyasha turned to look back at Miroku, eyes full of hatred.

“It’s her. I recognize her now.”

Miroku look at him in confusion. Inuyasha balled his fists in anger, “My mother died because of her family! Don’t tell me you've forgotten already Miroku!”

His eyes widened in realization. There was silence before he responded, “H-How can you be so sure it’s her? I mean .. it’s been years Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha brushed off Miroku’s hand and looked away, “I swore I would never forget their faces.”
. .

“Check please! And Hurry!” shouted Sango. Their waitress rushed off before returning a few seconds later.

“Oh wow Sango, 5 cups of coffee?” Kagome’s giggle was cut short by her pulsing hand. Sango glared at Kagome and slapped a twenty on the table.

“C’mon, we have to go get that checked ASAP.”

They were just heading out the door when they saw Miroku jogging up to them. “Hey Kagome .. you alright?” he asked meekly. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m alive,” smiled Kagome. “If you don’t mind, I can drive you guys to the hospital.” he offered. Sango was still mad, she was about to make a snappy remark but Kagome beat her to it, “Sure!” She gave him a look as they walked by; you better have a good explanation for this.

. .

“Hello Ms. Higurashi, what brings you here today?” Nurses immediately greeted her as she entered the building. “Oh it’s nothing, just a little burn.” “Oh my, we have to go get that checked right away,” cried a nurse before dragging her away.

“Is.. Kagome a regular patient here?”

“Well ... kind of,” replied Sango.

“Why haven’t you told me this before?” asked Miroku, thinking back to Inuyasha.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to write a book about her life.” Sango retorted.

Miroku’s eyebrows burrowed in frustration. She sighed.

“About seven years ago, she was in a car accident. Her mom and dad both passed away in this hospital, she was in a coma for a few months before waking up. The doctors said she suffered head trauma, many of her brain cells were lost and couldn’t be replaced..”

“She suffered amnesia.”

Sango nodded. “She couldn’t even remember me. She couldn’t remember anyone. Her parents.. her grandparents.. friends.. nothing. It was like teaching a child how to walk and talk all over again. Till this day, she still can’t remember anything. We’ve all given up trying. ..There are things that she doesn’t need to know.”

That caught his attention. “Like what?”

Before Sango could answer, Kagome emerged with her hand wrapped in gauze.

“Apply the cream the doctor prescribed daily, at least two times and do not let it touch water.” The nurse instructed beside her. “Okay, don’t worry!” The older woman kissed Kagome’s forehead before waving goodbye.

“So what were you guys talking about?” Kagome asked curiously.

Sango opened her mouth to answer, but Miroku cut her off, “Nothing."

. .

It was early evening when Miroku dropped them off at their campus. “Thanks for everything!”

“Yeah... no problem.”

Sango walked Kagome to her dorm as Miroku drove off.

“You want to come in for a mocha?” Kagome asked as Sango turned to leave.

“I can’t believe you can still think about that after this,” she repled, looking down at Kagome's hand.

Kagome opened the door, inviting her in. You can see all of the room with one glance. It was obvious that no one on the campus wanted it. Kagome had to bear with the size since she could not afford much of anything after paying tuition. Sango looked around, there was bed stuffed in a corner that was only big enough to fit one person with a little bit of leg room leftover. A small desk located in another corner, was stacked with mountains high of textbooks. Kagome have always dreamed of becoming lawyer.

“Heh.. sorry about that.”

“No, it’s alright. My dorm isn’t that much bigger.” Sango said grabbed a thermos containing the hot water.

Kagome sighed. “What’s on your mind?” asked Sango while shaking some chocolate powder into their drinks.

“It’s just .... You know who Miroku’s friend is?”

“You mean Inuyasha?”

“Oh. Yeah, him. What did I ever do to him that makes him such a jerk to me?”

“Maybe there are just some misunderstandings between you guys.”

“What misunderstandings? I’ve never met him in my life!” Kagome fell back on her bed.

“Cheer up. I’ll call Miroku and we’ll all just sit down and talk. Alright?” offered Sango as she handed Kagome her mocha. “Be careful.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Sango.. I don’t think he wants to see me anytime soon, or ever.”

. .

Shrill rings woke Miroku up from his sleep.

“What?! Your house better be on fire right now.” Miroku groaned into his phone, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey..Sorry, did I wake you?” Miroku sighed. “Yes? What can I do for you?” He looked at the time, 12:30 pm.

“Nothing.. I just finished my morning class and wanted to talk to you about Kagome and Inuyasha.”

“Oh yeah? What about?”

“I don’t know .. you understand Inuyasha more than anyone, I thought you’d what’s going on.”

He sighed again. “How about this? Let’s meet at Inuyasha’s place in half an hour and we’ll see if he’ll talk.” She deserves to know. “Here’s the address....”

. .

Sango arrived exactly half an hour later. Inuyasha lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a rough neighbourhood; one that Sango would never even thought about going alone. She rubbed her bare arms and shivered as she walked into the lobby.
. .

Ding dong Ding dong.

“I don’t want none of your stinkin’ girly cookies!” yelled Inuyasha tossing a book at the wall causing a loud boom.

Ding dong Ding dong.

Inuyasha swore as he got up from bed. He wrapped the sheets around his waist and went to open the door.

“YES?!” he gritted through his teeth. He narrowed his eyes at Sango.

“Isn’t Miroku here?” She looked up in confusion, completely unfazed at his state of undress. Eh, she thought Miroku looked hotter.

“What the hell are you doing here looking for your boyfriend?”

“Miroku said to meet him here so we can talk about your attitude problem towards Kagome!” She fumed as she looked at him with her hands on her waist.

“Damn that Miroku,” Inuyasha cursed under his breath. “Excuse me?

He refocused on Sango. “There’s nothing to say,” he replied roughly before slamming the door. Sango put her smacked her hand on the door, preventing it from closing shut. “I’m not leaving till I get some kind of explanation.” Inuyasha stared at her. “Tell her this, she’ll be much safer in another country.” He shut the door before sauntering back to bed.

Sango growled in frustration outside before giving his door a swift kick. “Asshole!” she screamed as her foot connected with wood.

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” She whined hopping around on one foot. Sango sat down on the floor in the middle of the hall. She looked up when she heard elevator doors open.

Miroku walked out whistling happily, but paused when he saw Sango. She glared at him,

“You. Are. Late.”

Friend by L0VER
Chapter 4: Friend

“Where were you?!” Sango cried in the front seat of his car.

“I thought it’d be better if you talked to Inuyasha yourself.”

“Well you thought wrong!” She gave him a swift punch in the arm, and the car swerved.

“Hey hey! Don’t punch the driver!”

“Miroku, can you please tell me what happened?” asked Sango in a serious tone. . .
It was finally the weekend, which meant no classes for Kagome. It was a beautiful day, bright sun, not a cloud in sight, and warm wind. She decided to go visit her grandpa at their family shrine on the other side of the city. Her eyes sparkled as she hummed a happy tune and kicked around some pebbles when she walked. All of a sudden she stopped and tensed. Oh god, is the world really this small? She thought to herself as she looked up. Standing about 10 feet away from her with his arms crossed was Inuyasha. She groaned and slapped her hand on her face. He looked at her in an intense gaze, his eyes flickered to her bandaged hand for a brief moment before returning to her face. Inuyasha took a step to the side and it looked like he was about to leave her in peace for once. I’m so going to kill myself for this later. She took a step to the side, blocking his path. They were now face to face .. well.. face to shoulders. “Can we talk?”


“Why are you being such a bitch? I’ve never even met you before!” she huffed as she crossed her arms.

Never met me? You’re not only a spoiled brat; you suffer from memory loss too. But it’s no surprise; someone who grew up getting everything they wanted handed to them on a silver platter can’t have much of a brain.”

Kagome stared at him in shock. She snapped out of her stupor and caught his arm before he could leave.

“Do you know me?”

Inuyasha mistook the confusion in her voice for attitude. “I don’t have time for this! For your sake, let’s hope we won’t see each other ever again.” He snapped his arm back before stalking away. Inuyasha’s sudden strength made Kagome stumble back and trip over the curb. She used her hands to brace herself for the fall and the bandages on her hand ripped from the force. Kagome yelped in pain as she cradled her recovering hand in her lap. She didn’t even notice traffic starting to build until she heard loud honking. Kagome looked up but was blinded by a set of headlights. She didn’t even have a chance to scream.. .
Bankotsu was strolling down the streets, heading towards a bar for an early drink, when –

“Why are you being such a bitch? I’ve never even met you before!” Angry voices were coming from the other side of the street. It seemed like two couples were arguing...but they never met? Couple or not, that didn’t bother Bankotsu, his attention was the girl. She was adorable. Long raven hair swept up in a high ponytail, dark blue stud earrings. Her curvy body in a pink strapless floral print dress paired off with strappy white wedges. Mom would be so happy if I brought her home, He chuckled at the thought. His attention snapped at the two when he heard a cry. Bankotsu looked up to see the girl sitting in the middle of a lane holding an almost pink hand. Normally his reaction would be to immediately rush to help her, but he was feeling like a shy little school boy at the moment. He paled when he didn’t see the girl budge as an oncoming bus headed towards her. . .
Kagome covered her head with her arms as she waited for darkness. She quickly opened her eyes when she felt herself being thrown aside from the road.

“Are you blind?! Get off the streets!” yelled angry drivers.

Kagome sat up and frantically looked around her. Lying beside her was her savior.

“Are you alright? Say something!” she gasped, shaking his arm.

Bankotsu laughed when he heard the panic in her voice. He turned to his side and propped his head on his hand as he stared at her. “Hi, I’m Bankotsu.” He said as he held out his free hand with a lopsided grin on his face. They probably looked very silly lying so casually on the sidewalk.

Kagome sighed in relief and pulled him up by his hand with a small smile.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know how I can ever repay you! And I’m so sorry about those,” she said as she pointed to the scratches on his cheeks and arm. “It’s no problem, they’ll heal. Is your hand okay though? It looks pretty beat up.”

She had forgotten all about that, but now that she’s thought of it, it hurts more than ever. “I’m alright.”

She dug in one of her pockets on the back of her dress and pulled out a couple of band aids. Kagome dropped them in his hand before turning to leave. “My name’s Kagome, and thanks again!” Bankotsu stared at the blue band aids in his hand, before looking up to see her retreating back. “Hey!” he called out as he jogged up to her, “you can repay me by letting me bring you out for dinner sometime.” Kagome looked at him, eyes full of hesitation. “Alright then... well, I’m heading to my grandpa’s now, if you want to join me....” “Sure!”. .

“Grandpa! You there?” Kagome called out as she slid open the doors to their home, Bankotsu behind her. “Have a seat in the living room; I’m going to freshen up.” He walked into the kitchen to bandage his cuts when he saw a grey haired man walk into the room. “Hi, I’m Bankotsu. Mr....?” Kagome’s grandpa jumped back in surprise. “Higurashi.” He looked at Bankotsu in suspicion. “Are you dating my grand daughter?” Before he could get a word out, he was bombarded with questions. “How old are you? Did you finish high school? Do you have a job? Have you been in jail?” Bankotsu laughed. “No, 25, yes and yes actually, I’m a real estate agent, and no I haven’t Mr.Higurashi.”

“Kaede!” yelled the old man. A minute later, a woman with similar features walked in. “Yes dear?” “Meet our future son in law.” He introduced in approval. Bankotsu looked away shyly.

“Grandpa! What are you talking about?!” asked Kagome as she stormed in. “We’re just friends. As a matter of fact, we just met today. He saved my life.” “Ah, more of a reason to get married,” he replied with a raised finger.

“Oh c’mon old man, stop your jabbering and leave those kids alone,” exclaimed Kaede as she pulled him out of the room. “Have fun children.”

“Heh- sorry about that. You want some pasta? I haven’t ate much today and I’m starving.” Kagome asked, scratching the back of her head. “Sure, thanks.”

Bankotsu headed into the living room and turned on the TV.

Ring ring Ring ring

He looked at Kagome’s cell phone on the table and at Kagome. She probably couldn’t hear through the stove fan.

Ring ring Ring ring

He looked at Kagome again before reaching for the phone and flipping it open.


. .

Sango looked at Miroku in shock. They were parked in front of her campus, but they sat inside in silence. They have been sitting in silence for awhile now.

“Is that what really happened Miroku?”

“Yeah... I thought it’d be better it Inuyasha told you himself... but.. you know him. I’m surprised you didn’t know what happened before.”

“She didn’t mention this at all.” She gasped as she looked at him. “We need to tell her. What if she runs into Inuyasha again?” Sango thought back to Inuyasha’s threat. “I’m calling her right now.”

She tried several times but no one picked up. “I’m worried, why don’t you try calling Inuyasha?” Miroku looked at her in confusion before flipping open his phone and dialling Inuyasha’s number. “Hello?”

“Hey Inu, did you see Kagome lately?”

“Why the hell are you calling me when you lost her? I won’t stoop that low to kidnap her.”

He had completely forgotten to mention how he ran into her earlier but ... he didn’t care. Let her wander alone.

“Nothing.” Miroku told Sango as he hung up. “Let me call her one more time.”

“Hello?” a male voice picked up.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Are you looking for Kagome? She’s busy right now."

“Who the hell’s this? Where is she?!” Sango panicked.

“We’re at her grandpa’s shrine right now. I can pass a message if you'd like”

“Okay. It’s Sango; tell her to call me back as soon as possible. It’s urgent."

. .

Revealing past in next chapter?

Past Pt. 1 by L0VER

Chapter 5: Past Part 1

Kagome walked into the living room holding Bankotsu’s plate. “I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs.”

She saw him close her phone and place it back on the table. “Who called?”

“You friend named Sango. She said to call her back ASAP, it’s urgent.” He took the plate from Kagome and set it down in front of him. Long, thin noodles were centered on the plate, four meatballs sitting on top coated with tomato sauce and a sprinkle of basil and parmigiano-reggiano. It looked and smelled delicious.

“mmMMmm,” Bankotsu commented with a month full of pasta. Kagome laughed at his expression, “I’m glad you like it. I’m going to call Sango back.” She picked up the phone that was hanging on the kitchen wall and dialled Sango’s number.

“Hi! Sorry I can’t pick up your call right now, please leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as possible.” said Sango’s pre-recorded voicemail.

“Hey, you called before? What’s up? I’m at gramps right now; I think I’m going to stay here overnight. If you want, you can come sleepover and we’ll talk then. Okay? Call me back.” Kagome hung up and took her plate of spaghetti and went to sit beside Bankotsu. “Everything alright?” He asked with concern. “Yeah, I think so.”

He handed the remote control to her. “What do you want to watch?”

. .
Sango tied the sash of her baby blue bathrobe together and wrapped her hair in a towel. She walked out of the steamy bathroom and closed her eyes with a content sigh. She opened one eye and peeked at the clock, 5:00 pm.

Sango began to unwrap her hair from the towel when a flashing light from her phone caught her attention.

Hmm... She flipped open her phone and listened to Kagome’s message. When it ended, she dialled Miroku’s number.

“Hey, can you do me a big favour? ...Meet me on campus in forty minutes?”
. .

Inuyasha was strolled down the street, heading home for the day. He was still fuming from him encounter with Kagome. Didn’t remember me. Keh, bullshit I tell you. He walked towards his apartment when something caught his attention. There was long cardboard box against the front wall of the building. The open side facing the sidewalk. It wasn’t there the day before. His tilted his head to the side in confusion. There’s... something there. He jogged towards it and crouched down. Inuyasha lifted a flap and jumped back.

Inside was a little boy, maybe around the age of 8 or 9. There was a smaller sheet of cardboard covering part of his body. He was dressed in what looked like pyjamas, it was hard to tell because it was so dirty and worn out. Inuyasha must have woken him up, he watched as the little boy’s eyes slowly began to open.

Inuyasha was taken back by the amount of emotion- or lack of, in his eyes. The boy looked familiar, he reminded him of someone...

His attention focused on where the boy’s body was hidden by the cardboard. A small, boney hand timidly came out holding an empty pop can that looked like it had been ripped in half. The boy’s eyes pleading. Inuyasha looked at the can and at the exposed arm; it looked like it had been empty for a while. (an: okay... I cried a little when I was thinking about how to write this :( )

What was a little boy doing in this kind of environment. Inuyasha’s eyes softened.

He knew who the boy reminded him of now- himself, when he was younger. The little boy thought he wasn’t going to get anything and brought his hand back to its original spot under the cardboard, before his eyes closed.
“Hey there ... what’s your name?” Inuyasha asked softly. When he got no reply, he gently shook the boy’s shoulder. No response. His hearted pounded against his chest when he placed his finger under the boy’s nose. He let out a sigh of relief, still breathing.

Inuyasha gingerly removed the cardboard and picked up the boy. He couldn’t look down at the rest of his body.

. .
Inuyasha kicked his bathroom door open with his feet and placed the boy in his small corner bathtub. He gently peeled the kid’s clothes off and waited for the warm water to fill the tub.

Sitting back on the balls of his feet, he took a good look at the child.

Burgundy shoulder length hair, he didn’t look like he was any taller than a foot, there wasn’t much to say other than that, but skin and bones. The once blue pj’s, now black with mud and dirt was thrown in the nearby garbage can.

Inuyasha cautiously washed the sleeping boy’s hair and body, he just looked so fragile. The tub water turned brown with dirt and twigs collecting at the bottom. He drained the water and repeated the process till the washroom smelled like lavender and berries.

Inuyasha dressed the boy in one of his t-shirts and tucked him in his bed. As he got up to leave, the little boy woke up. Golden eyes met hazel.

“Hey there sleepyhead ... you hungry?”

He slowly nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Shippo,” he replied in quietly.

“Shippo... stay put. I’ll go make some food.” Inuyasha said gruffly as he stepped out of the room.

Shippo sat up when he heard the door click shut. He glanced around the room. There were boxes piled up to the ceiling that cover one wall. A desktop computer on a table in front of the bed, and wooden bookshelf filled with rows of thick books, beside it. A small closet was located beside the door. Shippo looked out the window beside the closet; the sky was stunning shades of purple, blue, and red. Streaks of yellow and orange can be seen far away in the horizon. The colors slowly faded into darkness as the sun set.

A shiny object reflected the lights, and gleamed in Shippo’s eyes. A metallic silver wrapped box was sitting on top of one of the boxes against the wall. He delicately set his feet on the ground and curiously walked towards the box. He flipped open the lid and looked inside. There were two pairs of shoes. One of them was ripped and torn, the fabric all worn out. There were remnants of dried glue where the logo previously was, and the shoelaces were covered with brown and black spots. The front of the shoe had protruding toe marks, and the rubber sole of the shoe had holes. It looked older than Shippo. The other shoe that was right beside it seemed newer. The outside was black, but the insides were white.

Shippo help the shoe up in his hand, the outside was hard and crusty, but the insides looked like it was never worn. He looked closely at the color, and realized it wasn’t real black. It was burnt black; it looked like it had been set on fire.

All of a sudden the door opened and Inuyasha stepped in holding two bowls of ramen.

“Sorry, this is all I have right –” He froze when he saw Shippo.

“I never said you could touch my stuff, you little brat!” He yelled harsher than he wanted.

Shippo jumped and dropped the box as he scrambled under the bed.

Inuyasha placed the bowls on the nightstand beside the bed before jumping over the bed to the shoebox. He placed it on his lap as he sat down on the bed. “Shippo, come out.” Inuyasha called out with exasperation. Shippo peeked out from under with fear in his eyes; but he made no move to come out. He sighed.


“Mom! I’m off to school!” cried out an eight year old Inuyasha as he put on his backpack.

An older woman slowly walked into the room, bracing herself against the wall. She had long black hair, and deep violet eyes. The black tracksuit she wore contrasting her pale white skin. Her messy bangs covering part of her droopy eyes. She was exhausted, it hurt to even stand, but she gave Inuyasha an encouraging smile, “You excited for your first day of school?”

She watched him warily as he stuffed his feet into his obviously too small running shoes. Izayoi let out a sigh. Her little boy is growing up fast.

“Ya-huh,” replied Inuyasha, ignoring the dull pain in his feet. Izayoi walked over to Inuyasha and pulled on his collared shirt and shifted his backpack, like every mother does to their child. “Have a good day love,” she wished him, running her fingers through his hair.

“You too mom,” Inuyasha hugged her quickly before dashing out the door. He was eight; of course he was excited for the first day of school.

. .

Izayoi sighed as she slowly walked back into their room. They could only afford renting one bedroom, the kindly landlord agreed to let them use their living room and kitchen when they heard about their background. They didn’t have furniture or anything as a matter of fact. Their bedroom could only fit a bed and some walking space. They couldn’t afford any type of luxury, so there were only a few sets of clothes. Inuyasha even had to wash his own, but the landlord’s wife offered to wash Izayoi’s because she’s a woman.

Izayoi only had around ten thousand dollars left in her bank account. Their rent alone was $550, and Inuyasha was still so young. He would try and help out by getting a couple of dollars when he’d mow lawns and shovel snow for neighbourhood, but she didn’t know how long they could last. Inuyasha’s father left them a long time ago and left her with nothing. Now her illness prevented her from working, everything was uncertain.

. .

Inuyasha walked with a bounce in his step as he headed to his class. He was wearing his brand new t-shirt and jeans that he got at a thrift store a week ago, he didn’t mind.

Inuyasha took off his shoes and placed them in a cubby before sliding the classroom door open. He frowned when he saw all the students turn and give him a weird look. He walked around the desks to the back before taking a seat. All the students looked very high class. The boys were all wearing dress pants with clean white shirts, while the girls wore bright colour dresses with their hair up in some fancy updo’s. Inuyasha picked at his shirt as the students continued to look at him.

He sighed in relief when the teacher entered the class room and everyone turned away.

. .

The class filed out when it was time for recess. Inuyasha walked to his cubby and put on his shoes. He looked up to see a group of boys looking in his direction, snickering and pointing. Inuyasha ignored them and walked out into the sunshine.

In the field, he saw a couple of boys and girls playing catch with a tennis ball. He smile as he jogged up to them, “Hey, can I play?” he asked shyly. Nobody answered him as he stood there. Finally a little girl with two french braids, dressed in a yellow sundress walked up to him, “Go away, we don’t want to play with people like you,” she said as her friends followed with a “mmhmm.” He watched as she looked him up and down dramatically with "tsk"s of disapproval.

Inuyasha’s shoulders slumped as he sat against a wall, watching everyone else run around with laughter. . .

“Mom, I’m home.” Inuyasha called out softly as he pushed open their bedroom door.

“How was your day dear?” she asked, turning to face him.

“It was fine.”

“Did you make any new friends?”

“Yeah,” he lied.

Izayoi knew he was lying. She knew exactly what goes on in schools and why.

With a sigh, she reached under the bed and held out a silver box.

“Here honey.. I thought about giving you this on your birthday, but you’re a big boy now. You need it to run around with your friends, it’ll make you faster,” she said promisingly.

Izayoi knew she had used up the money she planned on using for the week, but that didn’t matter.

Immediately, Inuyasha’s face lit up. He jumped on the bed and flipped open the box. Inside was a brand new pair of shoes. It was perfect white and smelled of leather.

“Thanks mom, I love it!” cried Inuyasha as he launched himself into her lap.

. .

The next day at school, Inuyasha walked proudly through the halls, showing off his new shoes. He smiled widely when his classmates looked at him and then down at his feet.

“I like your shoes,” called out one boy, then everyone followed. He sat the front that day and even got in trouble for talking in class. During recess, he got invited to play catch, much to a little girl’s displeasure.


Inuyasha waved goodbye to his friends as school ended. He walked to his cubby to put on his shoes when he realized they were gone. He panicked as he looked through every other cubby. He ran barefoot to the back of the school, hoping someone took his by mistake and left it outside. Frenziedly, he ran around, until he saw smoke coming from near the playground.

His eyes widened when he saw his shoes in the fire.

Inuyasha’s filled with tears as he frantically flapped his shirt around and on the fire, and covering it with sand to put it out. He saw a girl sneer, “Don’t think cause you spent all your money on a pair of shoes we’ll play with you.”

Inuyasha grabbed the black shoes in his arms and he looked at the raven haired girl, “I hate you,” and he ran the rest of the way home.

. .

Izayoi was shocked when her baby came home barefoot, holding his shoes in his arms.

“I’m sorry mommy,” he sniffed.

She softened in understanding, “it’s alright, mommy’s not mad,” she said as she gathered Inuyasha in her arms.

End flashback


Past Pt. 2 by L0VER

Chapter 6: Past Part 2

“Miroku... do you think we should tell her? I don’t think we should. No. We shouldn’t. You don’t know how this will affect her,” said Sango, chickening out last minute.

“Sango, she deserves to know. Somehow, after all these years, she ran into Inuyasha again. It’s inevitable.” He patted her shoulders reassuringly.

Sango’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her gym bag. This isn’t a good idea.

. .

Bankotsu clutched his stomach, howling in laughter.

“Oh! Kagome,” he wiped water from his eyes, “pooping in public?”

Kagome glared at her grandpa as everyone continued laughing. “I don’t find that funny.”

“You’re right. It’s hilarious!” Even grandma Kaede let out a few chuckles.

A knock at the door interrupted them, “I’ll get it!” yelled Kagome as she dashed out the kitchen.

She looked through the peephole before opening the door. “Hey Sango! Miroku,” She nodded in his direction.

“Hi,” Sango squeaked out.

Miroku sighed. “We need to talk Kagome.”

Kagome was taken back from his straight forwardness, “o-ok, we were just having dinner,” she told them, pointing behind her. “Come join us, and we’ll talk afterwards.”

Sango noted mutely and followed Kagome into the kitchen. Everyone was sitting around a small dinner table, laughing and chatting happily. She looked up at Miroku, we can’t do this. Miroku responded with a tight squeeze on her shoulders.

. .

Shippo eventually crawled out from under the bed, through opposite side of where Inuyasha was seated. He took the bowl of ramen and ate quietly on the floor. He didn’t say a word.

Inuyasha sighed, he was actually thankful that Shippo didn’t question him. It had been a long time since he opened up to his past, literally.; he thought Shippo deserved an explanation. Yes... that’s exactly why, He told himself.

. .
“See you later Bankotsu,” said Kagome, leaning against her front door.

“There’s a later?” his eyes hopeful. Kagome giggled, “I still owe you that dinner, remember?”

“But we just had ... never mind,” he grinned before pulling Kagome into his arms.

“I set my number into your phone while you were cooking, just in case,” he whispered into her ear.

Kagome laughed against his chest before looking up at him, “it’s getting late, you should go.”

He winked before turning around, whistling, “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hand...” as he walked away.
. .
Kagome shut the door and walked into the living room, where Sango and Miroku sat. The house was very quiet.
Where’d everyone else go?

“So... who died?” Kagome joked, immediately regretting it when she saw the look on their faces.

“We have something to tell you,” Miroku said calmly.

“No we don’t,” Sango said quickly. She covered her face with her hands when Miroku shot her a look.

“It’s about Inuyasha,” “You guys ... met before.”

Kagome snapped her fingers, “I knew something was up.” Then she looked at Sango in confusion, “why didn’t you tell me this before?”

Sango groaned in her hands, “I just found out!” she protested.

Miroku ignored her. “Inuyasha blames you for killing his mother.” He said bluntly.

Kagome gasped. “What?...” It couldn’t be her he was talking about, not even close. She was Kagome Higurashi, the kind that helped elderly cross the street, the kind that holds the elevator for people even when they’re ten feet away. Not Kagome Higurashi, the A+ student. Miroku continued, ready to get it over with,

“Inuyasha’s father left him when he was very young, and his mother was diagnosed with leukemia a few years later. He never got to live the luxury life like many kids did back then. He never had anything like that, they could only afford renting one small bedroom. He had to quit school at fourteen and work 3 jobs to support his mother...”

Kagome could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

“It was eight years ago,”


Inuyasha was jolted awake early in the morning when he felt something hard grip his arm. He bolted up in bed, turning to look at his mother. He gasped when he saw her.

Her were eyes wide and her pupils dilated, as she stared blindly at Inuyasha. It was an absolutely terrifying look. Her body tensed in a fetal position as she kept her iron grip on Inuyasha’s arm. Her face sickly pale and slick with sweat as she gasped for breath. “In-u-y-ya-sha,” She shook, tears streaming down her face.

“Hold on mom, I’m going to get help!” cried Inuyasha as he scrambled off the bed and ran out of the room. “Hold on!” Their landlords were always on vacation, so the house didn’t have any phones. He ran out the door and jumped onto their neighbour’s bike.

The streets were empty, and the stores were closed. It was a holiday so no one was in town, but the hospital was just a few blocks down. He rode wildly down the street, pumping his legs to go faster. Please wait for me...

. .

A little Kagome sat at the back of a limo, humming happily while stroking her new teddy bear’s head. Limited edition. They only made six of those in the world. They had just got off their flight from France and were heading home.

Kagome shrieked as she slid off her seat when the car suddenly collided with something hard.

“What was that?!” Kagome yelled at the driver, as her mother rubbed her arms and legs cooing her with promises of new gifts. Kagome push open the door, before stepping out gracefully. Her parents exited with her.

“What do we have here?” Kagome said tauntingly.

. .

Inuyasha prayed that the streets were empty as he dashed down the road. He took a sharp right turn and was abruptly sent spiralling onto a windshield. There was a loud crack before he rolled off the hood and fell on the floor.

Inuyasha was instantly on his feet, ready to continue on foot. His aching ribs and bruised arms didn’t faze him at all. Before he could even take a step, he was caught in midair, two muscular arms holding him up. “Let me go!” He screamed as he kicked and punched.

Inuyasha looked up to see Kagome step into the picture. He watched her shake her head and “tsk” at the shattered windshield. Dread overcame him.

“Pay up,” demanded Kagome as she held her little hand out in front of her.

“My mom is dying,” he pleaded, “I have to get to the hospital! ”

Mrs. Higurashi looked at her daughter in question. She ignored her, “he’s lying, he just doesn’t have the money,” said Kagome as she folded her arms and looked away.

“NO! I have to go!” screamed Inuyasha as tears streamed down his face. Years of pent up emotions flowed down his face in tears, frustration... fear... and anger.

Kagome walked back to the limo, “Don’t let him go till the police gets here,” and she slammed the door.

. .

The police officers took their sweet time since the call wasn’t an “emergency”.
“What’s the problem ma’am?” one asked as he arrived.

Mrs. Higurashi looked at her car hesitantly before pointing to Inuyasha, “he ran into our car, and he won’t pay.”

“Mama’s dying...” whimpered Inuyasha as he went limp. The officer looked at Kagome’s mother and back at Inuyasha, he slowly brought his walkie to mouth, his voice uncertain, “we have a problem here ... send over an ambulance ASAP,”

End flashback

“When she got to the hospital, it was already too late,” neither of them could bear to look up at Kagome. “And worse of all... Inuyasha couldn’t see her until two days later. He was thrown in juve. I guess you can do it all with money,” Sango gave Miroku a hard nudge, “He didn’t have money for bail, he didn’t have money for a lawyer. People took him as a joke. I was the only one that helped him.” Miroku finished the story with a bitter taste in his mouth. Inuyasha was his best friend, and here he was ... talking to the girl that ruined his childhood. Miroku shook his head, he can never fully understand what Inuyasha went through, but it wasn’t Kagome’s fault. She’s different now; he tried convincing himself.
. .

Kagome felt like the walls were closing in on her. She felt like her heart was about to explode in grief. Who was she? Who were her parents?

“If it wasn’t for the car crash... I’d still be hurting people...” Kagome murmured to herself as she stared blankly as the table in front of her.

“It’s not your fault Kagome, you were just a kid.” Miroku bit his tongue.

Sango sensed Miroku’s sudden discomfort, “I think you should go...” she whispered to him. He nodded before stepping out of the room. Seeing Kagome reminded him of hard times Inuyasha endured after his mother’s death.

Sango watched as Kagome silently stood up and walked up the stairs. When she heard a door slam, she ran after her. Sango opened the door to see Kagome lying on the bed with emotionless eyes. She sat beside her, stroking her hair.

“Sango?” Kagome called out softly. Sango barely heard her.


“Did I hurt a lot of people?”

She didn’t answer.

Kagome sat up all night staring at the wall. Legs crossed, and hands in her lap.

She didn’t move... she didn’t talk.

What scared Sango the most was that she didn't shed a single tear.

. .

Revealed? ...
Sighs* Personally ... I didn’t really like that. I am so up for changing it, but whatever you want. There will be more on Kagome and Inuyasha’s past but scattered in different chapters. You’ll see and understand, if you’re willing to continue after this chapter xp.

A Visit by L0VER
A big thank you to my beta! Meg, you're awesome.

Chapter 7: A Visit

Sango’s head lolled against the wall as she let out a loud snore, the sound disrupting the peacefulness of the room. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the bed shift, “Kagome! Are you okay? Do you need water? How are you feeling?” her voice was laced with concern.

Kagome had uncrossed her legs and looked at Sango with bloodshot eyes, “Oh no Sango!” she cried.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” her tone frantic.

“I have a test today!” she cried as her eyes widened in realization. Sango looked around for a clock, 6:55 am. Argh!

Kagome got up and dug around the pile of books that were scattered on top of her desk. She paced around the room as if she was in a trance, hands fidgety, mumbling to herself. “I didn’t even study! I’m so gonna die!”

“Is that it ... Kagome?” her eyes cautious as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What do you mean is that it?!” she took a deep breath, “I. Have. A. Test. And it’s in one hour too!” she threw her hands up in the air, as she looked Sango dead in the eye. Before Sango could reply, Kagome resumed her pacing.

“How about I make us some coffee, and I’ll bus with you back to campus?” she slowly shifted across the bed and exited the room when she didn’t get a response.

. . .

“Why did you tell her?”

Sango almost jumped out of her skin when she heard Grandpa Higurashi’s voice come from behind her.

“Tell her what?”

“It was fate that she couldn’t regain her memory. Why must you force this on her?”

Sango didn’t know what to say. Her heart was pounding from the grim look plastered on his face. There was a long, uncomfortable silence before she heard soft footsteps padding away.

Sango sighed as made her way into the kitchen. She searched her pockets for her phone, instinctively she dialled Miroku’s number. She balanced the phone on her shoulder as she watched the coffee brew, pick up, pick up!

“Hey... Miroku? Hurry and call me back; Kagome is acting really weird. I don't think I can handle this myself!” she whispered to his voicemail.

. . .

“Alright Kagome, good luck on the test,” she wished warily as they approached her classroom. Kagome nodded mutely as she turned to leave, but not before Sango pulled her into a tight hug, “I’ll love you no matter what. Remember that,” she kissed her lightly on the forehead before turning to leave.

Kagome’s grip visibly tightened around her books.

. . .

Once Sango had dropped Kagome off, she made her way back to her dorm and dozed off.

Buzzzz buzzzz

Her phone shook beside her pillow, waking her up. Only an hour?!

“Hello?” Sango squinted from the bright lights she left on and pulled the covers over her head.

“Hi, Ms. Taijiya? This is Ms. Higurashi’s professor speaking. She did not attend class today and she missed a very important test. I was told to call you if I was not able to reach her.”

“You can’t reach her? She didn’t pick up her cell phone?” Instantly Sango sat up from under the covers, ignoring the pressure against her head.

“I have tried numerous times and failed. She is well aware that I do no tolerate skipping; please let her know she will get be receiving zero on this test.”

“No wait!” she pleaded, “She’s been having some family issues. I assure you it’s a one time thing. It will never happen again.”

“Please tell her for me. Have a good day.” Sango let out a frustrated groan when she heard the dial tone.
She pulled the covers off her, hair stuck to her face and stood up from the static. Suddenly the bright colors in her room did not look as cheerful.

. . .

Kagome ignored the continual vibrations from her purse as she stepped out of a yellow cab. The wind blew around her wildly as she looked up at a large sign. Heiwa Bouchi. Peace cemetery. It was deeply engraved in a bulky piece of stone, high above her head.

Kagome slowly began her way up the stone steps; the staircase seemed never ending as it trailed up a big hill. Rows of different shapes and sizes of tombstones were lined up perfectly on the dirt ground. The colors were bland, dark grey... light grey... steel grey... all except for the occasional bouquets of flowers she’d see when she walked by. It added nicely to the already depressing atmosphere. It didn’t help that the cemetery was eerie quite. All that could be heard was the small tap of her heels against the ground.

Finally, after at least 100 steps, and 10 tombstones to her right, she arrived at her destination. The wind lightly blew her hair as she stood in front of her parent’s tombstone. ‘Till death do us part was finely imprinted under their picture, it glittered from the gold filling.

Kagome swiftly dropped on her knees and slowly glided her fingertips around their faces. Her eyes were squeezed shut as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She shook her head from side to side as she carefully opened her eyes. “I can’t remember,” her voice stressed, “I really can’t remember.”

. . .

It has been exactly eight years. Eight years since his mother passed away.
Inuyasha knelt down on the ground and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of her gravestone. The most wonderful woman in the world was roughly engraved underneath her black and white photo. He did it himself. He didn’t have the money to get it engraved professionally, so long nights of bruised and blistered fingers had to do.

Shippo stood quietly next to him, hands clasped behind his back. He did not say a word the whole trip there; in fact, he never said anything since the day he was found. His name was all Inuyasha could squeeze out of him.

Inuyasha sighed, he figured it was time to go; they had been there for a relatively long time. He bowed three times and kissed his fingers softly before lightly touching the photo. I miss you

“C’mon little man, let’s go. I’m craving some good ramen,” he tried to lighten up the mood as he dragged Shippo along by his shoulders.

He stopped mid step when the smell of salt suddenly floated through the air, low murmuring can be heard in the background. “Who... am I?”

Odd. His eyes roamed the cemetery curiously and spotted a small figure knelt in front of a tombstone, just a couple rows up. He raised a finger to his lips, signalling Shippo to be quite as they walked up the steps.

. . .

“Who am I?” she whispered to herself. “What else are people hiding from me?” her hands pulled back from the photo and dropped in her lap. Her head bowed as she cupped her eyes, “Will I ever remember?” Tears formed and trailed down her face. She had so many questions, but she knew she would never get an honest answer. She was living a lie. “Who the hell is Kagome Higurashi!?” she cried out as she punched the dirt beside her. “Who did we hurt?” she asked as if her parents were in front of her. “How many lives did I ruin?” Will God ever forgive her? “Will I ever be able to forgive myself?” her voice was barely a whisper as her mind drifted to Inuyasha.

. . .

Inuyasha stood with his back behind a tree, his arms crossed as he leaned against it. My my, little miss spoiled Higurashi. His head was slightly tilted to the side as he eavesdropped. He almost scoffed when he heard her.

Yeah, he knew about her amnesia, Miroku had tried talking to him about it. Too bad Karma’s a bitch

He decided he had heard enough, and tugged at Shippo’s hand. Together they descended the stairs.

You will never forgive yourself as long as I’m around, as long as I never forgive you.

. . .

Sorry for the short chapter?
Meeting by L0VER

Another big thank you to my wonderful beta, she really socked it to me for this one. Ahaha, any mistakes you see, it’s my fault because I kinda, sorta, rearranged things after it was edited. xP Just a teeny weeny bit...sighs*

Chapter 8: Meeting

Kagome sipped her cup of coffee as she stared into the empty seat in front of her. She sighed as her phone rang; Here comes the music ... Setting down her cup, she took a deep breath before picking up.

“I’m alright Sango, really. You should get some sleep.” Kagome didn’t even bother with the formalities.

“Where the hell are you?!” Sango demanded, obviously irritated.

“At Café Bistro. ” she replied nonchalantly.

“Café Bi-bistro!? I've been looking for you all morning. You could've left a fuckin msg or something!” she stuttered, outraged, “I was worried sick,” her voice turned soft.

“I’m fine, it’s not like I’m going to do anything drastic. You know me better than that.” Kagome tried to sound convincing.

“You’re getting a zero on your test.” Sango pointed out bluntly.

Kagome shrugged, “I figured.” There was a moment of silence.

“So where are you headed now...?” she had calmed down, worry replacing anger.

“I’m planning to go visit the daycare center a couple blocks down, before heading back to the campus. You know... the one I sometimes volunteer at?”

“Okay...” Sango hesitated, “but if you don’t pick up my calls again, I have 911 on speed dial number one.”

“Aw, you replaced me?,” Kagome let out a small laugh, “Okay, bye.”

“Bye...” Sango listened for the soft click before hanging up. Please be all right, she prayed as she flopped on her bed. Sango's eyes drifted shut and instantly she was asleep.

. . .

“Shippo, I’m going to work now. Stay here and don’t go anywhere, okay?” Inuyasha bent down so that they were eye level. “There’s food in the fridge and my number is on the table. Don’t. Go. Anywhere.” He ruffled Shippo’s hair before he shut the door.

Shippo got restless as his curiosity peaked and boredom took over, he spotted a little ball in the corner of the room and ran to play with it. It rebounded off the floor and flew out of his reach, it bounced against the wall before knocking a vase over with a loud crash. The front door suddenly slammed open, startling Shippo. He scrambled on the couch and pulled a small blanket over his head, silently hoping it would make him invisible.

“Aw, Shippo! Couldn’t you just watch some TV?” Inuyasha didn’t really leave after he closed the door; he stood beside it and waited. Just in case. Inuyasha kissed his teeth as he swept up the broken pieces and threw them into a garbage bag. “Try not to touch anything,” he said in an exasperated tone, as he glanced back at the bundle on the couch. Inuyasha headed out the door with the garbage bag in hand, he didn't wait for a response, he never did. Inuyasha had convinced himself that talking just wasn't Shippo's thing.

. . .

Shippo sat under the covers with a pout. He remained seated as the door slammed shut. When he was sure Inuyasha was gone, he got up to leave, grabbing the sheet on the table on his way out.

Shippo opted for the stairs instead of the elevator, who knew which floor he would land on. He knew how to operate stairs. Shippo looked at the numbered doors curiously are he passed by. 10 ... 9... 8... 7... he peeked through each door, hoping to see the lobby. When he finally reached the lobby and out the door, his stomach growled. Oh no.. He palmed his stomach, rubbing it in small circles as he glanced around for food. Shippo spotted a small street vendor down his far right and it smelled heavenly. He took off full speed but skidded to a halt when he pulled out empty pockets. His shoulder slumped forward dejectedly as he turned and walked away.

. . .

Kagome brought some pastries from the café before leaving. Children love sweet pastries.

She skipped down the streets, humming a soft tune as her bag swung back and forth in her hand. She didn’t know where she first heard the song, but it was comforting. Plus the thought of playing with the little kids just made her day brighter.

Kagome sighed, stopping to a steady pace, Well, aren’t I handling this well. She shook her head, temporarily clearing her mind; there was a lot to figure out, but not at the moment. She didn’t want to bring worry to anyone.

Kagome grinned as she neared the little daycare, she could already hear loud laughter and squeals coming from inside. She giggled as she pulled open the door, listening for the soft jingle of the doorbell. “Hey everyone.” Twelve pair of eyes turned to look at her, there was silence before loud yells of, “Hi ‘Gome,” and “Whatchu bring for us?” Some rushed up to hug her leg. Laughter bubbled from her as she dropped the bags and picked two up. “Oh, I missed you guys so much!” she piped happily before placing loud kisses on their cheeks.

. . .

Shippo had been walking down the streets for a while now and the sun was almost setting. His stomach protested as he whimpered in hunger. He didn't know where he was, let alone his way home. Shippo passed by different shops and diners, glancing through windows. The sight of food only made him hungrier.

Faint screams and laughter that came from the next shop caught his attention. Various types of animals and butterfly stickers were stuck to the glass window and door. A large rainbow was painted in the middle with the words “Aiko’s Daycare” underneath. But of course, Shippo had no idea what it said. He dropped to his knees, staying hidden from the window, and shyly peeked inside. Many children were running around, some sat around a table, eating. The walls were painted different colors, one looked like they had finger painted on it. Hand drawn pictures and picture books were scattered everywhere. Reading tables were pushed back against the wall; shelves of stacked board games were almost empty. Watching the children run and fool around made Shippo smile. He wanted to play.

It wasn’t when he heard a shrill cry come from a little girl; he spotted Kagome. He could vaguely recognize her from the cemetery.

. . .

“Jiro! You have to stop pulling Airi’s hair! It’s not nice.” Kagome shook a finger at him, while soothing the little girl attached to her hip. Jiro stared at the ground as he stuck out his bottom lip. “Oh no, don’t give me that look little man,” Jiro didn’t move his head as his eyes rolled up to meet Kagome’s, “Sooorry Ms. Kagome. Sooorry Airi.”

“It’s okay!” the little girl was suddenly all better as she jumped out of Kagome’s arms. They ran off holding hands and laughing. Kagome shook her head and smiled as she looked around the room, she paused when she spotted a pair of bright eyes through the window. When his gaze met Kagome’s, it widened and ducked from the view.

Curiously, Kagome pushed open the front door to see a little boy hunched down on the floor, arms around his stomach. Aw, poor thing... but he doesn’t look homeless “Hey buddy, what’s your name?” She stepped outside and sat cross-legged in front of him.

“Shippo.” Kagome could barely hear him.

“Why are you alone? Where are your parents?” He stared at her for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out Inuyasha’s phone number. His stomach growled in the silence.

“How about this, we go grab some fries and milkshakes and I’ll call your parents then.” He nodded wildly, obviously happy with the idea.

Kagome stood up and pulled open the door, “Aiko! I’m calling it a day. See you some time tomorrow?!” She heard a faint “Okay!” and turn to Shippo. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she offered him her hand. He eagerly grabbed it and pulled her down the street.

. . .

They walked together to the nearest Lick’s joint. They sold hamburgers and fries and ice cream. Kagome was all for veggies and greens but Shippo looked like he needed some satisfaction. “Two cheeseburgers, two medium fries, and two milkshakes. One chocolate, one strawberry.” Who doesn’t like chocolate milkshakes? Hopefully Shippo does.

Kagome paid for their food and went to sit in a booth near the windows. The chipped tables were painted cheap red, and the seats were a tacky lime green color. The restaurant was empty but it made it easier for conversation.

She placed the tray of food in front of him and watched as he grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them in his mouth. He grasped the cup of milkshake and took a big gulp, washing it all down. It looked like he hasn’t eaten in years. Kagome took a bite from her hamburger as she watched him devour the last of his fries.

“So why are you out here alone?” Shippo was too deeply indulged in his food to hear her question.

“U-um.. Miss, do you have a pen and paper?” he suddenly asked in a timid voice.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” she reached into her bag and pulled out two pieces of paper and a pen. “What do you need it for?”

“Can you please write my name on that?” he pointed to one of the sheets.

“Of course I can,” Kagome couldn’t help but reach over and lightly pinch his cheeks.

“And also In-u-yash-a?” Shippo added with a blush.

Kagome froze and looked at Shippo, “Huh? Inuyasha?” Her heart broke all over again. He nodded shyly.

“Is he your daddy?” Shippo shrugged. Oh why me... I don't deserve this kind of torture! She moaned in misery.

Kagome snapped out of her self- pity and quickly wrote down the names when she caught Shippo's questioning look. He took a sip of his milkshake as he held onto the pen. She watched as he scribbled down some drawings and hand it back to her.

She couldn’t help but smile. He was so adorable! His hands grasped the table as he looked at her with wide, anticipating eyes. His legs swung happily under the table.“Do you think he will like it?” he asked earnestly. Kagome looked down at the paper. Small stars and suns bordered the sheet; it was similar to the ones that were taped outside the daycare. In the middle was a large rainbow, the spaces and lines uneven. Underneath, written in messy, squiggly writing was “Shippo + Inuyasha” with two smiley faces next to it. “He got mad at me today,” he frowned as he twiddled his thumbs.

“It’s beautiful. I’m sure he’ll love it.” She smiled, though a hint of that familiar heartache still leaked through. Shippo gave her a dimpled smile. That’s it, that’s all it took; she was officially in love with the little boy. “Okay, let’s go get some ice cream and I’ll call your daddy to come pick you up when we're done. How does that sound?” He stuck out a two little thumbs and nodded in agreement.

. . .

Imagine Inuyasha’s surprise when he arrived home to find the door unlocked. It was eight in the evening; he decided to leave work two hours early to check on Shippo.

“Shippo?” he called out. “Buddy?” Inuyasha slammed each bedroom and washroom door open, and looked under every bed and closet. “Come out Shippo, it’s not funny!” he cried out into the empty apartment. Inuyasha let out a frustrated growl as bounded into the elevators and out into the lobby.

“Have you seem a little boy about this height,” he gestured with his hand, “shaggy brown hair, big brown eyes, about eight years old?” The security lowered his magazine and looked at Inuyasha briefly before picking up a donut. “Yeah, I think so, sometime this morning. Cute kid.”

“And you let him leave? By himself?!” he slammed his hand on the counter before bounding out the door. “Useless shit.”

Inuyasha’s anger turned into fear as he bolted downed the streets, looking in every store that was still open. Stupid little kid! Inuyasha panted as he slowed how into a brisk walk, he raced by Lick’s and almost missed the two figures sitting by the window. What the hell?!

He yanked the entrance open and stormed up to their booth, “I didn’t know you’d stoop so low to abducting children!” he accused as he pulled at Shippo’s arm, hauling him off his seat.

“Would I treat the kids I abduct to hamburger and fries? And stay to eat ice cream with them?!” Kagome stood up angrily. She glimpsed around to see all the employees gawking at them, even the janitor. Kagome gave Inuyasha a dark look, “you’re hurting him!” she broke his grip off Shippo and picked him up, “let's talk outside.”

. . .

“Shippo, did I not tell you to stay at home?” Inuyasha paced as back and forth, holding back his anger. “Did I not tell you that?” Shippo whimpered and laid his head on Kagome’s shoulder, and stuck out a folded piece of paper.

Inuyasha glared at Kagome as he took the sheet of paper.

"You drew this?" his eyebrows rose in surprise, “f-for me?”

“Kagome helped,” Shippo replied meekly. As Inuyasha's attention snapped back to Kagome, his glare turned somewhat softer, “give him to me.” Inuyasha shifted Shippo in his arms until he was comfortable.

“Do you take every kid you see to Lick’s?” he asked gruffly, looking away.

“Only the ones I find outside a daycare who’s alone and starving.” Kagome retorted.

“You’re not getting a thank you.”

“Don’t need one.”

Inuyasha looked up, ready to snap at her, but she was gone, leaving him with only the frightened child and his thoughts.

. . .

“Wow, he has a son?” the shocked look on Sango's face mirroring her tone.

“I think so,” Kagome groaned into her hand, “can we not talk about this? I had a long night.” She rubbed her face and picked up her burrito. “So how’s Miroku?”

Sango let out a dramatic sigh, “I think I got rejected. He’s not picking up any of my calls.”

“Aw, it’s okay. We can still go to parties together.” Sango’s nose scrunched up disappointment.

“So what do you have planned for today?” Sango asked, looking around their crowded cafeteria.

“Going back to the daycare again.” Kagome didn't know how her friend would react. Maybe it looked like she was just running from her problems.

“You think I can come with you?” Kagome nodded. “It’s just some volunteer work, I'm sure Aiko won't mind.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as Sango sighed dreamily, “I can’t wait till I have my own children,”

“You’re only 21 Sango,” Kagome said pointedly, eying her friend with a raised eyebrow.

Sango gave her a ‘so what?’ look.

“Use protection.”

“Use protection,” Sango mocked Kagome in a high voice.

. . .

The girls giggled as they walked down the street toward the daycare.

“Mei did what?!” Kagome giggled behind her hand.

“Yeah! I know!” Sango doubled over in laughter. She looked up at Kagome when she suddenly stopped

“Look,” Kagome pointed to the daycare. Standing against the wall, with his leg propped up was Inuyasha.

“What does he want?” Sango glared at him as they neared

Inuyasha stood up when they came to a full stop in front of him, “I don’t want to owe you nothin’, so here,” he grabbed Kagome’s hand and slapped a 20 bill on it, “Shippo couldn’t have eaten more than that.” Short but straight to the point.

Kagome looked at Sango with a ‘oh no he didn’t’ look before turning to Inuyasha, “Look here mister,” she slapped the bill on his chest. “I don’t know about you but I’m not who you think I am,” her voice soft, “...anymore.” She roughly poked him on the shoulder as she continued, “So don't waste your time, I’m not going to ask an eight year old to pay me back.” She let out a ‘hmph’ and pulled open the front door. “Coming, Sango?”

. . .

“Yeah!” Sango cried in a snob voice, “Who do you think she is?” She gave a ‘hmph’ of her own and stomped on Inuyasha’s foot as she passed.

Kagome giggled as she watched Inuyasha curse and try to balance himself against the window.

“Was that really necessary?” the grin on her face betrayed the guilt in her voice.

Sango laughed as she placed her arm around Kagome’s shoulders, “of course it was.” She stuck out a foot, and wiggled her toes. “Stilettos baby, I just had to do it.”

. . .


Crash and Burn by L0VER

Chapter 9: Crash & Burn

"Is it just me or is your dorm extra hot?" Sango shook off her sweater and flopped on Kagome’s bed, fanning herself. It was late in the evening when they got home from the daycare, and they were both exhausted. After eight hours, the kids were still bouncing off walls!

"Uh," Kagome waved her arms around her, "kinda broke here." She dropped her bag in a corner and sat down on her swivel chair.

"You got a hair tie? I need to freshen up."

Kagome pulled one off her wrist and flung it at Sango, "Go back to your dorm," she whined as she watched a bra-clad Sango prance around her room.

"Nooooooooooope," she said in a singsong voice as she slipped by Kagome, flipping her hair in an effort to cool herself.

"Holy mamma mia! Stop right there!" Kagome cried in sad attempt of an Italian accent. She pulled at Sango’s arm, "what are you now... a double D?" she gasped in awe, “please tell me how you do it.”

“Oh, don’t exaggerate.” Sango rolled her eyes as took a step back, avoiding Kagome’s prodding finger. "Don’t worry though, your time will come,” she teased, running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Kagome listened to the running water of the tap and looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious.

"You know I was joking right?" Kagome looked up to see Sango smoothing a mask over her face.

"Hey! I saved up for that!" Sango gave her a big grin when she saw the scowl on Kagome’s face. She ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door in mock terror, only to reappear when the buzzing from Kagome’s purse caught her attention.

"Who is it?" questioned Sango as she peaked over her shoulders. Kagome momentarily forgot about the mask as she looked at her called ID,


"Oh, it’s superman." Sango taunted with a sly smile as she raised her arms in a stance that showed off her muscles.

Kagome glared at her, "don’t make me rip that off your face." She flipped open her phone and pressed the speaker button. "Hey."

. . .

Bankotsu sat in front of his mirror as he waited for Kagome to pick up.

"Hi, it’s Bankotsu. No... too boring"

"Hello, it’s me." He kissed his teeth, "Who’s me?" One more try.

"Yo, what’s up?" He puckered his lips and did his best bad boy pose. "Great ... dorktastic." The list of failed attempts at being casual would’ve continue if Kagome hadn’t answered. He jumped in surprise when he heard her voice, the jolt sent the chair teetering backwards as he landed on the floor.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

He scrambled for the phone that was thrown against the wall. "H-hi, uh, I uh, I dropped something . No biggie. So... what’s up?" He slapped himself for the lame question. God, what’s wrong with me? I was never like this around women. In fact, Bankotsu was quite the ladies man in high school, once landing himself 3 dates to a school dance. Where did my heart-melting, shiver causing charm go?

"I’m on campus right now... just came back from helping out at a daycare. What about you?" There was a pause, "Oh, I remember I still owe you that dinner, am I right?" Kagome giggled knowingly.

"Uh, well. You don’t have to, I understand if you have other stuff to do," he tried to play it off cool, "but you know... it’d be best if-"

"Tomorrow, 7:00, Aiko’s Daycare. Jinan Street, I’ll see you there." Kagome almost laughed out loud, "Have a good night Bank."

"Kagome’s gotta daaaaaaaaate," an unfamiliar voice sounded from the background before he heard a click.

Bankotsu threw the phone on his bed and sighed in content, "Kagome’s got a date..."

~ ~

Kagome glared at Sango through the darkness of the room, "I hate you."

Sango shifted on the ground, pulling the covers over her head and faked a snore.

"Yeah, have sweet dreams but when you wake up," Kagome rubbed her hands together evilly, "let’s just say I have some markers around here."

"Oh don’t be a baby Kagome," Sango whined as she kicked the side of the bed. "Banky seems like a nice guy."

Kagome cringed at the nickname, "he does... and he is pretty hot." Sango snapped her fingers with a "ah-ha" and sat up, resting her arms on the edge of Kagome’s bed. "Don’t let him go."

Kagome rolled her eyes and push Sango’s arm off the edge, "speak for yourself, where's Miroku, huh? What happened to ‘dayum, who’s that fine thang’?" she asked mockingly as she chucked her pillow at Sango.

"Oh, no you didn’t," Sango cried out, quickly changing the subject, "Do I sense a pillow fight challenge?!"

"Bring. It. On"

So for the next half-hour, the ladies pummeled each other with pillows, neither able to contain their laughter. Kagome quickly ducked from a pillow aimed at her face and yanked her blankets off the bed, whipping it at Sango, momentarily blinding her. "Hah, take this!" Kagome relentlessly pounded Sango with her pillow, laughing evilly.

"Okay, okay! You win!" Sango waved her pillow, as if it were a white flag, in surrender. Kagome sighed tiredly as she flopped on the ground and rested her head on Sango’s stomach, both girls breathing heavily. Both girls gasped as the carpeted floor shook with a slight tremor. "SHUT UP!" a mumbled cry could be heard under them. Kagome look at Sango with disbelieving eyes, she was the first to crack up, followed by Sango. "Sorry!" Kagome yelled as she pounded her fist against the floor. The rest of the night was filled with silly jokes and hushed giggles, the pain and heartache was temporarily forgotten.

. . .

Kagome shifted uncomfortably on the floor until her eyes finally open. She squinted as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. The sun shone through the curtains and reflected off the bleach white walls, almost blinding her. It’s definitely time for a paint job. Her hair whipped around her as she looked for her alarm clock. 8:45 it read.

"Oh shoot, wake up Sango! We’re late for class!!" Her tone rushed as she feverishly smacked Sango on the leg. "Get up!"

"I’m up... I’m up," Sango grumbled sleepily as she turned to lie on her stomach. Kagome darted around her room, stuffing books into her backpack as she pulled on her clothes.

"Sangoooo," Kagome groaned as she tossed a pillow at her. "I’m leaving, don’t blame me if you get in trouble."
Sango grabbed the pillow that hit her head and hugged it, "mmMmm." It wasn’t until she heard the slam of the door did she fully wake up. Sango wrestled with the blankets and pillows as she tried to stand up, "Oh man, I’m so late. Why didn’t Kagome wake me up!?"

. . .

Kagome sighed dejectedly as she hugged her textbooks. What a bad way to start the day. Not only was she half an hour late for class, she had to spend the rest of the class time, outside! Standing outside the door like a troublemaker! What was she? In grade 2? She had to PAY for those classes! Kagome growled as her paced down the sidewalk. It was early in the afternoon when her classes were finally over, now she was heading to the daycare. She wanted nothing but to be in a room full of kids, they always made her day, she was looking forward to her date with Bankotsu too.

Kagome eyes widen in surprise as she neared the daycare. Today it wasn’t Inuyasha standing there; it was Shippo. He sat beside the main entrance with his legs crossed, and his eyes closed.

"Hey sweetie, what are you doing here?"

Shippo opened his eyes and jumped up excitedly, pointing to the door with a shy smile.

"You want to come in?" He nodded.

"Does Inuyasha know you’re here?"

Shipped shook his head. "Well, do you have his phone number with you?" His head tilted to the side and his tongue stuck out from the corner of his lips as he searched his pockets before handing her a sheet of paper.

"Okay, you can play with the other children for a while and I’ll tell Inuyasha to come pick you up later okay?"

Shippo nodded and turned to grasp the door handle, he pulled with all his might as his heels dug into the ground. The door slowly inched open until it was wide enough for Kagome to enter.

"Why aren’t you the little gentleman," she did a little bow and walked inside with Shippo in tow.

. . .

Kagome’s rocking chair squeaked as it rocked back and forth, Shippo sitting quietly in her lap.
"Are you sure you don’t want to join them?" Shippo shook his head shyly.

Kagome sighed as she rested her chin on Shippo’s shoulders. They’ve been sitting like that for almost 3 hours, and still Shippo refused to move. He sat very still, his head moving from side to side, as his eyes followed the children’s movements. Kagome could see the twinkle in his eyes whenever he’d laugh along with them. She was just waiting for the moment when Shippo would jump off her lap and run, laughing and screaming, to join the other kids. Nothing. During snack time, he would follow Kagome around the room as he munched on a cookie.

She groaned inwardly as she dialed Inuyasha’s number with one hand as she held Shippo in the other.

"Hello? Can I speak to Inuyasha please? – Yeah, tell him it’s Kagome and that I’ve got Shippo, yeah, tell him to come to Aiko’s Daycare, Jinan Street to pick him up at -" Kagome almost dropped Shippo in frustration when Inuyasha’s voice interrupted her.

"NO, I did not abduct him again. Wait, I told you last time- you know what, just come pick him up at 6:30 you stupid jerk." She huffed angrily as she slammed the phone back on its stand. Kagome caught a curious look from Shippo, "I can’t believe someone as adorable as you came from something as creature-esque as him." He responded with a sad smile.

. . .

It was ten to seven and Inuyasha still haven’t arrived yet. So much for freshening up before my date. When Kagome heard the chime of the door, she looked up, ready to curse Inuyasha to the pits of hell- to see Bankotsu standing before her with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Heh... I hope I’m not too early." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Just ten minutes," she joked, "Sorry. I didn’t have time to get ready. I bet I look like a mess."

Kagome fidgeted with her white button-up shirt and looked down at her black dress pants. Talk about plain Jane. Her hair was in a messy bun and she still had her glasses on!

"You look beautiful," he complimented as he handed her the flowers. In fact, to him, she looked very sexy, every man’s fantasy even.

Kagome blushed as she took the bouquet from him. "You don’t look too shabby yourself." Navy blue jeans and clean white polo topped off with a light leather jacket. Casual, but suave. Knowing to how dress for the ladies, plus flowers, he definitely deserves a two points.

"So, you ready to go?" Bankotsu offered her his hand.

"Well..." She hesitated as looked at Shippo then back at Bankotsu, "I’m still waiting for his daddy to come pick him up. He should be here in a few minutes, how about we wait outside? It’s pretty warm today."

"So, what’s your name little guy?" Bankotsu frown when Shippo flinched away from his offered hand.

"Uh, he’s not the talking type." Kagome covered nervously.

"I see." It was apparent why Shippo’s body language that Bankotsu wasn’t welcomed after a moment. There was an awkward silence until a loud voice interrupted them.

"Why do you keep bothering Shippo? Can’t you just leave us alone? I think you’ve done enough damage to one of us." Inuyasha yelled as he arrived, flying down the street.

Kagome gasped as if she had just been punched in the stomach. "Hey, who the hell are you? Don’t touch her." Bankotsu broke Inuyasha’s grip on her arm, thinking it was what made her wince.

"So are you her little boyfriend? Be careful, she might take all your money and burn your house down." Inuyasha sneered; completely forgetting Shippo was still there.

Tears began to form in her eyes when she felt Shippo’s grip on her arm tighten.

"I don’t care who you are, but no one is allowed to make Kagome cry," Bankotsu threatened with a growl as his arm swung back and swiftly connected with Inuyasha’s jaw. Before anyone could say anything, the two men were already on the floor, wrestling and punching each other. "Let’s just go Bankotsu! Don’t waste your strength on that stupid jerk." Kagome cried out, ready to leave the scene.

It was all too much for an eight year old to handle as let go of Kagome and ran across the street, dodging the on coming traffic.

"Shippo! Be careful!" Without a second thought, she sprinted after him. It was until the Bankotsu and Inuyasha heard a loud honking followed by a scream, did they refocus. Reality came crashing down on the pair as they realized what had happened.



Inuyasha was the first one up, he sighed in relief when he saw Shippo standing on the curb across the street.
His eyebrows furrowed when he saw Shippo’s expression, pure terror. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Inuyasha followed his gaze. Instantly felt a wave of nausea hit when he saw the scene before him. Sprawled in the middle of the street was Kagome in a pool of her own blood. Her once white blouse was now deep red; there were pieces of glasses embedded in her arm. Inuyasha looked at the truck that was just centimetres away; it looked as if one of the front headlights exploded. He cringed at the thought of what happened.

Inuyasha felt Bankotsu run past him and fall in front of Kagome.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

. . .

[ A/N Hmm... I thought of ending there.... 0:) ]

The tension in the waiting room was thick. Bankotsu was pacing back and fourth in frenzy as Inuyasha sat on one of the chairs in silence. You could tell by his expression that his once cold demeanor towards the once horrid girl had started to dwindle. He almost felt guilty at that moment. Almost. His gaze was on Shippo, who was sitting huddled in a corner. He was young but he knew the odds, he understood the severity of this mess. It only made Inuyasha worry more. The look on Shippo’s face was still shock, and he didn’t let anyone get near him. It seemed as though every time the small child had the chance to make a friend or any kind of special connection, it was torn from him.

The door suddenly slammed open, startling everyone. Inuyasha stood up as Sango stormed in followed by Miroku.

"What’s going on?" Miroku questioned as he looked around at everyone’s face.

"I don-" Inuyasha was cut off by a sharp slap to his cheek that forced him to step back.

"It was you, wasn’t it? I know it was your fault. You had to have done something to her. How could you do this?! She’s just a girl!" Sango screamed in Inuyasha’s face.

"What the fuck?! I didn’t-" He tried to explain but Sango pressed on.

"She lost her parents Inuyasha! She did too. You’re not the only victim here! And for your information, she’s not rich anymore. She doesn’t have the million- billion dollars she had before," she waved her arms in fury, "Are you happy? She can barely pay her tuition. All she wants to do is finish school and become a lawyer. Live in peace. But what do you have to do? Fuckin show up after all these years for revenge. Now you got it, why don’t you go celebrate now huh? She could be dead!" Sango took a deep breathe to calm herself, tears clogging her throat "You know what you are? Huh? A pathetic little boy who’s stuck in the past. Yeah, that’s right."

Inuyasha’s balled fist shook as he tried to control his anger. Who the hell did this bitch think she was?

Sango took a step towards Inuyasha, so that they were almost nose-to-nose, "I should just kill you and bring you out of your misery," she whispered menacingly.

Miroku caught her just before she tried to launch herself at Inuyasha, "Calm down Sango."

She clawed at his grip around her waist, "Don’t fuckin return my calls, right?" she elbowed him in the ribs and slipped out of his grasp. Sango seethed in anger, blood rushing to her head, she could barely see straight.
All of a sudden, the room was quite as they watched Sango drop on the ground, in tears. She hugged her legs as she sobbed quietly. Just last night, she was talking and laughing with Kagome and now they were in the hospital. The situation was just to much, to real.

It wasn’t until a bit after midnight, did a nurse come in. "Please follow me," Everyone was up and on their feet in seconds as they followed the nurse to a room that labeled "P3980." A doctor was there, waiting for them. Sango pushed past everybody and was first to ask the doctor, "How is she? Will she be okay? Do you know what happened?"

The doctor sighed as he took of his glasses, "Well, her left ankle is swollen and bruised, so it’s probable that she tripped before she got hit. So far, I can tell you that she suffered a severe concussion, but we did a CAT scan on her and discovered some bleeding in the head. We operated on her and were able to clean out most of the blood, but unfortunately we cannot promise when she will wake up."

"What’s that suppose to mean? You’re a doctor for god’s sake. Help her. Save her. Do something!" Sango’s eyes were desperate, her voice pleading and on the edge, if not in, hysterics.

"She can wake up tomorrow, but it can be weeks, or even months. We can’t be certain, sorry." He said with an apologetic look as he turned and walked away.

No one moved, everything slowly starting to sink in. All eyes were on Shippo as he twisted the doorknob and entered the room. He sat down on the chair beside Kagome’s bed and held her hand. One by one, everyone filed in.

Kagome looked like a ghost, lying in the middle of the bed. Her dark hair contrasted her sickly pale skin, multiple needs and tubes were injected in her skin. The room smelt like rubber and the emptiness made everyone shiver. It was eerie silent, except for the beep of her heartbeat on the monitors.

Sango slowly approached the bed and climbed on top, curling up beside Kagome, while Bankotsu stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Kagome with intense eyes. Miroku and Inuyasha sat together on the faded green couch that was against a wall. What are they suppose to do now?

. . .

It wasn’t until Inuyasha saw streams of light beam through the curtain blinds did he realize it was almost morning. Everyone around him was sleeping, including Shippo.

"C’mon Shippo," Inuyasha whispered quietly to Shippo as he tried to pry his grip off Kagome’s hand, "we should go home. We’ll come visit her later on okay?" Shippo looked up at him with tired eyes, but shook his head no.

"You’ll be more comfortable at home, and you need to eat something..." Inuyasha cooed in a soft voice as he tugged Shippo's arm.

"No!" Shippo screamed at the top of his lungs, as he clasped both of his hands around Kagome’s and laid his head down on the mattress.

"Let’s go Inuyasha, I’ll come with you, we should get some food for everyone." Miroku pulled at Inuyasha’s shoulders to get his attention.

He looked at Sango, who was now awake, but she remained motionless and silent. Bankotsu was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

"Let’s go."

Inuyasha clenched his fist as he followed Miroku out of the room.

It was you, wasn’t it? I know it was your fault...

She can barely pay her tuition...

Unfortunately, we cannot promise when she will wake up...

He furiously kicked a chair as he exited the room, ignoring it as it roughly slammed against the wall.

. . .

I will revise previous chapters in the future... I re-read them and they're so choppy and .. sucky. sighs*

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