It was almost midnight when a taxi drove in front of a white house. Young black-haired man, who wore a black tuxedo came out of it, staggering a bit at first but then finding his balance again and he walked quickly towards the house. After him, a woman with a black, long hair and violet dress stepped out of the taxi. She said "thank you" to the driver and handed some cash to him. When the taxi drove away she started walking after her boyfriend who had already gone in their house.

When she came inside she saw him tear his tie off and kick the little table.

"Fucking piece of shit!" he yelled, bursting from anger. Another sigh from his girlfriend. "What are ya sighing for? !"

"Just thinking when you're going to grow up", she glared at him.

"How 'bout when that shit stops breathing?" he spat and sat on the couch.

She made a frustrated noise. "Would you please for a second, even for a one second remember that you're now talking about my very dear friend?"

But he didn't listen. He made his way to their kitchen and opened the fridge, taking beer from there.

"Don't you think you've drank enough tonight?"

"No", he said simply and took gulp.

"Fine. Fine, fine!" she cried and threw her pink purse on the floor and went to the bedroom. He shut his eyes and took another gulp.

Inuyasha Takahashi and Kagome Higurashi had been together for three years. Passion, temper and fire but care, trust and love had always belonged to their relationship. But now things were different. Couple weeks ago Kagome's high school friend Koga Yamamura had came back from England where he had gone to study. He had even found a girlfriend, Ayame who had beautiful red hair and green eyes. They both had been very friendly to them, invited them to have lunch and to party in their house. But atmosphere was always nothing but pleasant. Inuyasha and Koga were always at each others' throats. And when they met each others and fought, Inuyasha always drank much. And drunken Inuyasha was always more short-tempered and more aggressive Inuyasha.

And that meant that Inuyasha and Kagome fought almost all the time. It wasn't really anything new but before their fights were just useless and little which they made up right away. These were long, tiring and kept them both awake at night, slowly eating all romantic things away from their relationship.

Kagome washed her face then dried it and saw Inuyasha behind her from the mirror. His eyes were even hazier than before what meant that he had drank few beers more. Kagome was in her white pajamas, gazing at him through the mirror.

"Kagome", he said, his voice hoarse. She didn't know whether he wanted to fight more or say that he was sorry. And now she really didn't care.

"Go to sleep, Inuyasha", she said, putting the soft towel back to it's stand. "I don't want talk to you right now."

"And why is that?" he asked and she turned around. "I'm looking so pathetic unlike your damn dear friends?"

"No. But you're jealous and drunk so I'll talk to you tomorrow when your head is cool again."

"Oh, so now you think your so fantastic that I'm always jealous 'bout you?"

"No-"

"Don't you remember that you're the jealous one of us?" he asked and came closer to her, his eyes burning.

"Well yes, maybe I am, whatever you want. But I'm not going-" she tried to say and get out of the bathroom but Inuyasha didn't let her.

"So I'm right. You think I didn't see how you watched me 'n Kikyo together in the past?"

"Stop", she hissed and looked him in the eyes. She knew where this was going if she wouldn't stop it now he would start talk about Kikyo and eventually neither of them wouldn't take it. She pushed him aside and walked out of the bathroom.

Inuyasha knew it too that he shouldn't go on. He was in dangerous waters now because he had mentioned Kikyo's name. But he couldn't get that rage out of his system. He couldn't forget this night's events, the way Koga had looked Kagome, spoken to her, the way he had touched her hair... and the way Kagome acted, like it wasn't so big deal. He was angry. So angry.

"Going to run away to Koga's?" he spat, making Kagome stop and turn around.

"You know..." she whispered, breathing hard. "...I'd like to. I'd really, really like to."

She didn't mean any of it. But when Kagome was hurt, she shot back and often said things that weren't true. It was a bad habit. Unfortunately a bad habit which they both had.

"Bitch", Inuyasha snarled and Kagome gulped. "Then just go. See if I care. I'm so sick of you, have been for a long time. But this is just you, right? Gonna take Koga, not caring 'bout Ayame. Like you did with me 'n Kikyo."

He watched as Kagome's face turned more and more painful with every word he said. His head screamed, his heart screamed, screamed to stop those horrible things he was saying. But he didn't. "After all, it was all your fault. You hated her. All that time you wanted her to die so that you could have me just for yourself. It was all your fault. It was your fault that she-" but he couldn't go on. Not when he saw Kagome's heart break in million pieces, tears falling down her cheeks. She was trembling like a leaf. She looked so pale, so brittle that he thought she could faint at any moment.

"L-" he tried to find his voice again. "L-Lolly..."

Her eyes looked so empty that it scared him. "Kagome, I..."

But she wasn't going to listen. She couldn't. Kagome turned around quickly and was about to walk away, quiet sob coming from her mouth. Inuyasha grabbed her arm desperately.

"Kagome, wait!"

"L-let go! Let go!" she sobbed now and tried to struggle out of his grasp. She felt him tighten his grip and she whimpered. Inuyasha immediately let go when he noticed her pain.

"Kagome", he said, his eyes sad and tried to pull her in his arms, comfort her, make sure that she was okay.

"Don't you dare try to touch me!" she cried, her face red and shoved him on the chest.. "I... I hate you!"

Inuyasha whimpered, almost. It felt worse than a kick on the crotch. Kagome watched his expression turn from worried and ashamed to shocked and sad. What had she done? She had never ever said something like that. Everything but that.

Inuyasha steadied himself quickly. If she hates me now... then...

"Well", he said quietly, his eyes now angry and harsh. "I hate you too."

Kagome flinched and backed away. They stood there frozen. They couldn't take their words back anymore. Tears rolled from Kagome's eyes and Inuyasha wanted nothing more than wipe them away. But he couldn't anymore.

"Keh", he spat and walked past her to living room and out of the house, leaving broken Kagome and three empty bottles of beer.

Everything saw was white. It was all so white that it hurt her eyes.

"-gome?" what was that voice? She moaned in pain. Something warm touched her hand. "Kagome?"

Inuyasha. It was Inuyasha, her love. It didn't matter that her head felt like it was going to explode. Inuyasha was here. "I-I-" why her voice sounded so odd? "Inuyas-ha."

She felt that warm thing squeeze her hand tighter. Slowly and carefully she opened her sore eyes. There he was. His black long hair was messy, face tired and eyes... red? Like he had cried?

"Hi", he said, not smiling though and touched her cheek. Now she was worried. Why she even was here, in this white room? Why...? 'Oh god!'

"Kikyo!" she suddenly cried, getting up quickly and didn't care that it hurt so much. "Inuyasha! Kikyo! We... She's..!"

"Stop it!" he cried and shook her shoulders. "You'll hurt yourself!"

"No! Kikyo's in the car! Kikyo!" she continued in panic. Then Inuyasha harshly pulled her against him, hugging her tight, trying to ease his own pain too.

"Kikyo's dead!"

She stopped yelling, her heart stopping. She listened Inuyasha's rapid heart beat and breathing, felt him trembling.

"Wha... No. No! It can't be true! No!" she cried, shaking her head. "No, no!"

Inuyasha was silent and hugged her as tight as he could.

"It... It's my... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she nuzzled his neck, making it wet. They sat there, holding each others, Kagome crying, Inuyasha stroking her hair. Neither one didn't knew how to continue from there.

He didn't blame her then. He didn't blame her now. He could never blame his Lolly. It was so close that she would have died too. She saved him. Saved from depression and never ending sadness. He wouldn't be here without her. And now he had said those terrible things to her... "I'm so so sorry, Lolly", he sighed, throwing the empty bottle to the motel's floor.

AN:

There. Was it better than before or worse?

Thanks for reading & comments are welcomed!