A/n: I know this is a little odd. But I hope you enjoy it. This is an actual story. And most of the chapters are written and going through the process of revision. I started writing this over a year ago, and I dropped it for the summer. But it started came back with a vengeance, and I'm determined to finish it. So please read and review!

Updated On: December 17, 2006

October Third, Year Three

Tokyo, Japan

Meeting Number Forty One

Higurashi, Kagome

Kagome opened the front door of Sunnydale Medical Center for the Mentally Ill. With a smile on her face, she walked over towards the receptionist's desk.

"Here to see your little friend?" Asked the pleasantly plump woman, to which Kagome nodded. "Poor dear, such a handsome face accompany such a troubled mind…." The woman tutted as she paged a nurse to the reception room.

A nurse came, dressed in pink scrubs, and escorted Kagome down the hall. Patients waved to her every now and then, and Kagome waved back, still following the nurse. Unlocking the steel door, the nurse lead Kagome down another hallway. The hallway light brightly to accompany the white walls, on each wall there was a row of doors; each made of heavy steel and labeled with pretty white numbers.

Kagome watched as number one hundred and eighty-eight was unlocked, and the door opened for her by the nurse. Upon thanking her escort Kagome entered the room.

It was everything one would expect for a mental institution. Padded white walls with a tiny window that was fitted with bars. A small comfortable looking bed sat in the corner, its steel frame bolted to the floor, a small toilet and sink where placed in opposite corner. Both toilet and sink where bolted to the floor as well. Kagome didn't mind though, she visited this small room at least once a month for the last three years. A boy sat in the corner, slumped up against the wall, head bowed.

Kagome made her way over towards him, her fake smile slipping onto her face as it was so accustomed to these days. With a soft 'poosh' the mattress of the bed deflated slightly under her weight as she sat down on the bed, studying the boy before her. Not for the first time did she wonder how old he was. Nineteen at least, twenty? Was he really a boy anymore? Shaking her head forcefully she cleared her mind, and continued to smile at him. The boy…man? lifted his head, staring at her. His light brown, amber?, eyes meet her blue ones for a moment before he cracked a smile that could not be called sane.

"I knew you where coming." He proclaimed confidently.

"And how'd you know that."

"It's been three years today." He replied smartly, trying to scoot closer into the corner.

"You're rather good with days."

"It's just the sun coming and going. The moon needs to party, you know." Kagome nodded, still adjusting to his behavior.

"Did you know that they found out. Little nosey bitch came in and saw, gave her the fright of her life. She thought it was just the night light, but she told him anyways." He moved out of the corner, crawling on all fours to the base of the bed, staring at Kagome's face all the way. "You changed your cloths. They keep on changing. Remember when they didn't?"

"This is the same thing I wore last time I visited." She pulled somewhat subconsciously on her school uniform. She had outgrown her green sailor suit years ago when she graduated onto high school. It was a simple uniform in her opinion; it looked like a lot of the other girl's uniforms. It was a simple cream and blue plaid skirt; a white buttoned up shirt with a blue vest over that. The white stockings and loafer accompanied the ensemble.

"I like you in green. But I'd love to see you in red." He cracked his insane smile at her again. "Dressed up in my clothing. Wouldn't that look lovely? They took it away from me though…I heard they tried to burn it but it wouldn't. Can't burn my robe you know. Fire rat's fur. Impossible to burn. Do you know what they did with it?"

"They gave it to me, I keep it in my closet." She replied quietly, and the young man's smile only grew.

"That's my Kagome. Such a good girl, you'll keep it safe for me, I know you will. You've never let me down." Kagome worried her bottom lip, looking away from his grinning face. She was the reason he was here after all…didn't he know?

"InuYasha?" She turned back towards him, though not meeting his eyes. He twitched slightly at the sound of his name but he focused his whole attention on her anyway.

"Its unbelievable how much you look like her. I thought you did, then I didn't, and now you do."

"What?"

"Kikyou, she was just as sad as you where. Maybe sadder, she was very sad. A good kisser, but very sad." Kagome felt her breath hitch slightly, as she turned away from him, but he crawled into her view. "I hurt you feelings. Yes, the tears are coming soon. Kagome, Kagome, Kagome. Why are you so sad, you've got me don't you?" He smiled at her.

"Do I?"

"Oh, perhaps. Not right now I think. He loves to make me feel funny. Pricking me all the time." He pulled on his white clothes. "I don't want these, they won't all me to get comfortable. Every time I start to feel nice they take them away and make them hard again."

"You shouldn't talk like that about Dr. Takahashi, he's only trying to hel-," Kagome stopped herself. InuYasha might be crazy. And sometimes she thought he was crazy enough to do her bodily harm. Not matter how many times he said he wouldn't.

"You know that I don't belong here. One day, I'm going to break out and take you home with me Kagome. But I need my robes first…yes…I need them before we can leave." He stared hopefully up at Kagome. "You'll come with me, yes. I know you will."

"Of course I would come with you." InuYasha nodded his head before joining Kagome on the bed. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

For a split second everything went back to normal. InuYasha was his normal moody self, Kagome was a bright and happy schoolgirl, and they where happy. But that wasn't the case. Kagome didn't even know how she had meet InuYasha. She didn't know why they where friends. She was confused and wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Here he was, living proof of something she couldn't remember. He wasn't like anything she had ever known. But she had loved him, she didn't know why but she did. And seeing him in this state made her feel guilty.

Perhaps if she let him out she would remember. Maybe one day she'll wake up and everything will be normal.

InuYasha leaned his head on her shoulder.

"You smell so nice. I could drown right here…" He mumbled, his warm breath tickling Kagome's neck.

"Are you real?" Kagome suddenly asked, and she watched that smile reappear on InuYasha's face.

"Are you?"