Hi There! This is my first chappie of my fanfic I started last night! Oddly, I started it around 1 o'clock AM last night and continued on today. It was actualyl pretty good what I wrote last night, being as tired as I was :P.
This chapter is basically just filling you in on the characters so far and how everything runs within Kagome's point of view. I don't know for sure if I'll be changing the point of views that much but so far I enjoyed making it in Kagomes perspective.
Anyways, enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: Out of all the things I've wanted…Inuyasha would be ultamite…Sadly, I'm too poor to buy him TT
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Amnesia
Chapter One
The Life That We Live

Sleep…
Sleep…
Sleep…
BRINNNNNNNGGGGGG!
….damn you alarm clock…
I sat up in bed with a glob of makeup still under my eyes, making it seem like I had gotten about 5 seconds of sleep last night. Which was true, but I didn't like to show it.
Wiping the drool from the corners of my bright pink lips I revealed upon my hand a smudge of the lipstick I had worn last night. What I did, or what I didn't do was now all a blur to me.
I shifted to swing my legs over my bed but felt a bad pain in my head and spine. Before I knew it I was feeling bandages around my head and lower back.
…What the hell did I do last night?
Once I was on my feet, which took a painful five minutes, the first trip of the day was to my bathroom. Light blue walls with white counters and a porcelain toilet and bath. Duck shower curtain, duck bath rug, duck towel, basically this was the 'duckie bathroom'. I loved it to death. Besides a pale blue and white, there was yellow. At least ten rubber ducks stood within the bathroom, somewhere, whether it be on the counter, on the back of the toilet, on the windowsill, wherever.
Deciding to relieve myself first I walked past the mirror with a quick glance then….

Ran back…
With wide eyes I gazed at myself in the mirror.
MY GOD..was that really me?
My hair was all frizzy and in some parts matted, loose and bloody bandages around my head, dark purple makeup smudges under and above my eyes, cuts, bruises, even a Bugs Bunny band-aid adorned a small cut just under my left collar bone. I wore a tank top and shorts; they didn't even look like my own clothes at all. They were rather large and hung from my body.
With nimble fingers I pulled at my cheek as if to make sure it was real. I myself was a complete MESS. I could bet anyone a million yen that my self esteem had just dropped by at least half of what it was.
I continued to pull and prod at my oily face, unable to cope with the fact that I wore it.

I didn't remember ever looking so..
so..
UGLY..
Finally I shifted and relieved my about-to-explode bladder, making sure not to look at the mirror when I exited my bathroom. I checked my small three room apartment, everything seemed to be fine, it was a little messy but no dents, scratches, broken objects, nothing.
Whatever I did last night, I couldn't believe I was suffering aching injuries from it. Had I gotten drunk and gotten into a fight? Thankfully I didn't wake up with a naked man at my side…then I would've really died on the spot.
I turned on my coffee machine and allowed the dark brown liquid to slowly fall into the glass pot I had, deciding to let the answering machine play my messages on speaker while I changed and fixed myself up.
The first one played as I stepped into my room.
"Hey there Kagome! Its Sango! Wanna' go shopping this weekend? We can see a movie then shop till we drop!" The voice paused to give a squeak and a laugh.
"Call me!"
The voice stopped and a hang up of the receiver was heard.

Yup. That was me. Good old Kagome Higurashi. In her 22nd year of living, working as a high paid photographer for her 2nd year in a row, the short, skinny girl that always wore a smile, had a sense of humor yet could be serious when needed to be, black hair, brown eyes, your normal average working young adult. So far taken, by a possessive boyfriend who seemed more of like a friend then anything closer. Well, to me anyways.
I currently lived on a small block street in good old Tokyo, a fairly manageable apartment building on the corner of the street. I had a hefty salary I got every month so my current living arrangements were very high-standard compared to your normal 1-year habitant. Expensive yet exotic chairs, fancy rugs, oak tables with odd shapes, that was how my whole apartment was furnished. I enjoyed it, it seemed like my style.
I settled with a long black t-shirt and some wide leg blue jeans with a belt. Casual attire, after all it was a Saturday. I brushed out my hair and took off my make up then added a newer, lighter layer to help with my bruised and scratched face. A light layer of foundation to somehow hide the bruises and redness, then I fixed my bangs so it'd hide most of the cuts which, coincidentally, sat upon my forehead.
After brushing out my knotted hair I came back into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down at my table. I was so comfy in my chair I didn't really realize to get to the door I had to stand when I heard a knock. At first I grabbed the sides of my chair and began dragging my lazy ass to the door, but failed after a moment when my heel refused to move from in front of one of the legs of the chair and almost sent me face first into my hard wood flooring.
Finally I stood and dragged myself to the door, opening it to find my muscular boyfriend beaming in front of me. Before I could even give a hello he pulled me into his arms.
"Oh I'm so thankful your okay Kagome!"
I stood, dumbfounded, being pressed into his chest with a comforting yet tight force.
"K-Kouga…what is this all about…?"

I managed to ask, although beginning to suffocate in his hold. Thankfully he broke the embrace and caressed my cheek with his finger. I winced as his rough skin brushed over a scratch.
"You don't look as bad as you did last night. Thank god, you were in bad condition." Another embrace in which left me frozen.
"I was so worried!"
While being squished in his hold I noticed his clothing, baggy black jeans and a green t-shirt with some logo on it, I couldn't really read it since I was being pressed into the words.
I realized that's who's clothes I must have awoken in, seeing as nobody else had even the thought of coming near me, well, when I was with Kouga anyways.
He was muscular, and it seemed for a reason. He was very protective, and although most of the time I was happy to have him around, his possessive personality sometimes really got on my nerves. I never told him this, but simply thought if I was able to avoid it I'd do what I could to do so.
I looked up to see his normal ponytail attire, his black hair brushed and seeming messy yet pretty, tied slightly high at the back of his head with an elastic.
Before I could think anymore he allowed me the happiness of breathing.
"Anyways, Kags', I gotta get going. Tiihoshi will kill me if I'm late again."
The freedom to speak at this moment wasn't even an option as I knew I'd fail. I tried, but got barely a word out to then be silenced by a kiss.
His lips parted from mine after a small dose of sweet passion where he continued to blabber.
"I'll be home around 6, call me if you need anything or feel any pain." Of course he noticed I had taken the bandages from my head and decided to put a word in.
What he didn't seem to know was that I had absolutely NO idea what had happened last night. I simply stood there, in all confusion, feeling Kouga's hand drag over my cheek again.
I winced once more as his rough skin seemed to add even more pain to my sore face and this time he noticed.
His hand retracted with the speed of sound.
"Oh sorry babe!"
By now my face ached, I was seriously thinking about giving him a free sample of my hand lotion, damn his hands hurt.
"Its…okay.."
I stumbled to find words that seemed more of the truth then a lie. I didn't really care that he felt sorry at the moment, I was in pain, and completely unaware of WHY I was in pain.
Another passionate kiss was placed to my lips but gone before I could truly react.
"Must go Kags', I'll call you tonight. Stay at home and try not to go out anywhere."
My boyfriends voice was tinted with a soft, caring flow yet on the inside seemed hard and worried. I was so confused by what had happened I couldn't really find the words to say a proper goodbye.
"K-Kay."
That was all it was before he smiled lightly, ending with a simple:
"Don't worry about it, just get some rest."
And left me once again dumbfounded in the doorway.

They say only you know the most about your body, yet I stood there with marks all over my face and hands, a bruised spine that hurt when I moved, and millions of gashes all over, and had absolutely NO clue how any of it got there. What's worse, I had no idea how to ask about it, Kouga seemed to know everything but insisted I knew as well.
I felt betrayed by my own mind…why could I not remember?
Kouga was responsible, he wouldn't let me get drunk and throw myself into a bar fight or start dancing to raunchy music with some drunk teen who needed a fling to get him through the night.

If anything he'd pick me up, throw me into the car and take me home, making sure I was safe and sane enough to keep myself locked in my own apartment until I sobered up. If I did drink, I certainly didn't hit my limit since I hadn't awoke with a hangover, just a lot of pain.
But now, with the injuries littering my body, I wondered…
Did I really get into a fight? Did some drunk broad get all moody and hit the first person that she saw, unfortunately me, in which started a huge fight and ended with me bruised and battered?
Damnit, I hate when I'm confused. I hate when I'm put in the dark about things. Especially things that happened to MY OWN BODY.
After a few minutes I picked up my coffee mug then sat down on the couch, flipping on the T.V and beginning to watch.
Maybe if I paid more attention I'd be interested enough to keep my mind off my injuries.
But even with the most interesting car accident pictures being showed upon the screen, I just sat and stared, in a complete daze.
What happened last night?
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Around noon I went out. I couldn't stand being in my apartment anymore, because everything was boring. No good shows on T.V, and basically all of my friends, meaning Sango and Miroku, were out somewhere. Those two were a couple so I assumed they were together.
But, since I was hungry I decided to visit the nearest WacDonalds and grab some grub. Besides doing…whatever I did last night, I also forgot to get groceries and was left without food this morning. Thankfully my coffee settled my stomach somewhat until I was ready to stand and actually walk somewhere. I took some medicine for my aches and pains then set off.
I wore a trucker hat to keep my bangs over my face and to keep the slightly large gash on the side of my head a secret. It could be seen if you looked closely enough, but half the people that walked the Tokyo streets at this time needed something to occupy them and looked closely. Mostly because they were looking for a restaurant that wasn't packed. This way, they'd notice things, and I preferred if my injury wasn't one of them.
Stepping into the surprisingly not busy restaurant, I ordered a salad and a drink. I wasn't too hungry but didn't feel like a greasy hamburger today.
Once I paid and was given my food I sat down at a booth beside the window, deciding to simply watch people pass by with briefcases and empty stomachs.
At one point I counted 10 guys in tuxes come in, all order the exact same meal and occupy at least 3 booths in the restaurant. They ate surprisingly quiet, seeing as they were TEN guys that all must have known each other.
One of the smaller men looked at me and I in turn gave him a look back. One that said:
What the hell is wrong with you people?
It consisted of a raised eyebrow and a deadpan glare, in which sent his eyes in a different direction faster then ever.
When I got bored of watching the ten guys eat they're food and whisper around three words each to each other, I continued looking out the window. That's when I saw Sango and Miroku pass by.
Immediately I banged on the glass, having the ten men and everyone else in the restaurant look at me.
"Sango! Miroku!"

The couple looked over to see my face pressed against the glass, giving a stupid smile and wave.
"Kagome!"
My best friend grabbed her boyfriend and dragged him inside, speeding to my booth and sitting down beside me.
"Oh thank GOD your okay!"
…shit…not another one of these…
I was pulled into another suffocating embrace, except this time for longer.
"Ohh we were SO worried! When we heard about the news we rushed right over!"
Miroku calmly sat across from me on the other side of the booth with a gentle smile placed upon his lips.
"Its good to see you better, Kagome."
That was Miroku for yah'. Always calm and good natured. That is, on the outside.
On the inside he was a perverted 23 year old who not only groped his own girlfriend, but sometimes even me. Normally that sent my reflexes off with a hard slap in which in the end everyone laughed about. It was all good times now.
When I was finally released from Sango's hold the two went up to go get some food. I sat there, taking in deep breaths, while taking another bite of my garden salad.

I was now planning to ask the two what happened last night. Hopefully they'd tell me, it was really beginning to piss me off that I didn't know.
My best friend Sango, I had known ever since the first year of high school. She was my age, with long straight brown hair that fell to her lower back. Today she looked pretty, she was wearing it down, in which she never does, and had a t-shirt and cargo's on. She was a really happy girl who always thought about the best of things instead of the worst.
Miroku, her boyfriend, she had met in her first year of college. He wore his hair in a small ponytail at the back which oddly looked good on him. At the moment he wore some baggy boys jean shorts and a dark blue t-shirt.
The two then came back with they're food and sat down. Miroku with a cheeseburger and fries, Sango with a chicken salad and a pop.

Okay, now was the time to ask.
I gathered my breath then looked at the two that sat across from me, eating happily.
"Sango, Miroku, what exactly happened last night?"
The two stopped eating then looked to each other, as if wondering what to say.
My best friend looked at me then spoke with gentle words.
"Its okay Kagome, you'll remember soon enough."
…..
God damit….
I sat there, dumbfounded, a piece of lettuce about to fall out of my open mouth. Sango and Miroku smiled warmly at each other then continued to eat, acting as if nothing happened.
Now I was just upset. Why was I not allowed to know what happened last night? It was so…
so…
Unfair!
After a few minutes I simply continued eating in silence, keeping little conversation with my friends. It began to pour outside and when I was finished gave my friends hugs then left.
Within' moments I was soaked and chilled to the bone. Remember I was only in a t-shirt and pants. I felt cheated and angry.
Everyone I knew, everyone I trusted in, simply would not tell me what had happened last night. I was beginning to think maybe I had done something so bad, it was hard to talk about.
But…what exactly did I do?
Why wouldn't anyone tell me?
I got to my apartment door soaking wet. The manager gave a wave to me as he walked through the halls, probably going to bust some teens blasting music or something. Not like I really cared.
He knew me well, odd, since there was over 20 floors in this building and probably over a hundred people living within those floors. But I was one to be known; I had been here for a year yet got the apartment with the shitty air conditioner. I either had heat stroke, or ammonia, depending on how my air conditioner wanted to torture me that day. I had gotten it fixed many times, free of charge, but the repairs would only last about a month at the most. Then I'd have to go down and speak with the manager again.
So of course, by know he knew me by name and knew somewhat of my life.
I finally took out my keys, after a few minutes of rummaging through my pocket, opened the door, flipped off my shoes, and flopped onto my comfy couch.
At the moment I didn't care if I was soaking wet…I was feeling pretty crappy now.
My eyes stared out the large one wall window that overlooked Tokyo; I had gotten it put in since I liked large windows. It stood within my living room and took up one whole wall, allowing a lot of light to come in.
But now there wasn't really any. Just clouds and rain drops.
I focused on the pouring rain that fell over Tokyo and began to feel somewhat relaxed. It was nice to see everything seem so peaceful, even while it rained.

I rolled off my couch with a light thump then crawled to the kitchen. I was suddenly oddly thirsty.
A flashing red light caught my eye and I turned my head to see the small flicker coming from my answering machine. Another message? Geez, I was popular today.
I stood and pressed the small green button on my black answering machine, letting the messages play on speaker while I crawled back into my kitchen to find something to eat.
What happened next really sent me into a tailspin…
It was my doctor, seeming slightly worried, calling for a seeming…"check up".
"Hi Kagome, its Dr.Haruna, I was just calling as a follow up to last nights events. I hope your feeling better now, please call my assistant and leave a message on your current state. See you."
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And that's all for the first chapter folks! Hope you like it so far, it'll get better with every chapter, I promise. At the moment this chapter is simply a prologue basically to whats going to happen. Please, R&R!