"Inuyasha!" Shippo yelled. "Kagome's gone! Kagome's gone!" Inuyasha rolled his eyes as the kitsune jumped on his shoulder.
"Get off me you runt." He snagged Shippo and dragged him off his clothes.
"But Inuyasha! I can't find Kagome!"
"She just went home for a little while." Inuyasha's face was dark, not revealing anything.
"You got into a fight with Kagome again, didn't you." Shippo looked up at Inuyasha, innocent knowledge in his eyes.
"What do you know!" Inuyasha yelled, marching off in the other direction,
"What's he so angry about?" Miroku asked.
"I heard the fight he had with Kagome. Kagome was angry enough to go home again, but that's nothing new." Sango said from behind Miroku.
"Oh, then Kagome will be back soon?" Shippo didn't look away from the path that Inuyasha had took.
Inuyasha paced, why was she so sensitive? All you had to do was mention her relationship with Koga-I mean, everyone knew how she felt about him- and she'd go off!
He paced the patch of forest, unable to figurer out the thinkings of a woman.
He wanted to yell, kick and scream. He wanted to beg her to come back, but he'd never stoop that low, and he knew she'd come back eventually.
So why was he so worried?
Kagome tried to concentrate on her homework rather than her recent fight with Inuyasha.
She gave up and opened her window to look at the stars. How could he be so insensitive? Who could put up with that jerk?
There she was, her heart in her eyes, and he begins going off about Koga! How could he think that she really loved that wolf? Especially since she loved him.
She sighed and stepped back. She'd go back after she did a bit of shopping tomorrow.
Kagome stumbled onto her bed, unaware of who awaited.
Two Weeks Later
She still hadn't come back. Even Shippo was worried. Inuyasha wondered towards the well, then pulled back, not willing to give in.
"Inuyasha, don't you tnink it's time to go after Kagome?" Inuyasha snorted and pretended to ignore Shippo's advice.
The truth was, he was thinking the very same thing, but he wouldn't tell them that.
"Inuyasha? Any sign of Kagome?" Sango looked up from petting Kilala.
"No." He grunted, and stalked off. He knew he'd go after her eventually, but he wouldn't do it under the scrutiny off his friends.
He'd go tonight, he decided, and prepared to depart.
He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and jumped down the well, the sound of red clothe rippling in the wind the only size.
"So went?"
"Yeah, he went." Miroku looked up at Songo. "You think he'll be okay?"
"Yeah, we can't rely on feelings alone, I'm sure he'll be fine."
Inuyasha looked around the dark shrine. Something was wrong.
Sobbing reached his ears. He peeked into the window, where he saw Kagome's mother crying.
"Mom! Don't worry, I bet there was just an emergency with Inuyasha." Souta took Kagome's mother's hand in his, trying to comfort her even though he obviously was worried. The old man joined them. They all looked awful, as if they havn't slept in days.
He rapped on the glass. "Hey! What's going on? Where's Kagome?" He had a sneaking feeling he already knew.
"Inuyasha!" Souta opened the window and Inuyasha jumped in.
"So? Where is she?" Souta's eyes welled up with tears.
"We don't know! We thought she was with you." Souta's voice cracked, and tears began falling.
Great.
Inuyasha kneeled beside him. "Relax, I'll find Kagome for you." And with that, Inuyasha jumped out the window to avoid any more theatrics.
Kayla stared out the window, the stars calling out to her, like a forgotton memory.
"Kayla! What are you doing? Staring at the stars again?" Her roommate, Jackie, teased her mercilessly.
"You know me, always in another world, another time." Kayla had just pulled out of a coma, or so she was told. She'd forgotton everything, even her bast friend who apparently had died when she'd gone into the coma.
But she didn't remember anything, not even her own name. She didn't even feel like Kayla was her real name.
Her asian ethnicity made her stick out like a sore thumb in the American school where everyone was darker than her, most with lighter hair. Her friend Jackie was an example with blond hair and a deep tan.
"Yeah…" She'd just recently come to know Jackie, after she'd woken two weeks ago, her parents had sent her to this boarding school. It was for girls of special talents. "Hey, you think Mr. Smith will give us homework tomorrow? I don't think I can survive it!" Kayla giggled as her friend imitated dying.
""I don't think I can either!" She snagged her pillow and sat down. "Do you ever feel like something's…wrong?" Jackie looked at her oddly.
"Not really, why?"
"I just feel like there's something missing, someone missing. But I don't know why." Jackie stared. "What?"
"That's deep, real deep." Kayla gave a fake laugh.
"Yeah, I guess it is." She returned her gaze to the window. "Well, we'd better get to sleep, we've got early morning geometry tomorrow." Jackie made a face.
"Yuck, yeah, I guess you're right."
That night, Kayla dreamed. She dreamed of a teenage boy with silver hair and dog ears.