Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co. Rumiko Takahashi does.

" I see. And, how does that make you feel?"

The angry man glared and grit his yellow teeth, tapping impatient fingers against the brown leather couch his fat carcass occupied.. He leaned back shortly after finishing his 'evil' glare, and rubbed his balding head in frustration.

" How do you think finding out that my wife is cheating on me makes me feel?! How would it make anyone feel?! I'm sure as hell not jumping for joy!" he stopped his ranting for a while to take a few deep breaths. " Just what kind of psychiatrist are you..." he grumbled.

Kagome, the said psychiatrist, blinked and held up her hands in a calming manner often used for her... younger patients.

" Now Manten, settle down. There's no need for yelling, okay?" She studied his down-trodden, beet red face. " Would you like a glass of water?"

Manten shook his head and stared down at his hands.

" Hiten's wife never cheated on him....why does Hiten get all the luck? Why? WHY?!" The enraged man jumped to his feet and shook his fists in the air, roaring.

Kagome lifted her pen and began scribbling down notes on the pad of paper in her lap.

"Lets see...patient exhibits aggressiveness towards older brother." she glanced up at her subject of observation and looked back down after she caught a few words that were spurting out from his rather large mouth.

"...GET'S EVERYTHING...LOYAL WIFE...BIG MUSCLES...LOT'S OF HAIR....!"

'Patient exhibits aggressiveness towards older brother, and has apparent envy towards him.'

A chair flew in the air, barley missing her head by a few inches. She uncapped the pen again.

' Root of all anger seems to be stemmed from Hiten. Brother causes fit of jealousy.'

"...DAMN HITEN...FLAUNTING IN FRONT OF ME....ALWAYS SHOWING OFF....!"

'Diagnosis: anger management problems and inferior complex, especially when brother is involved.

Solution: medication and family therapy.'

Half an hour later after Manten had been escorted out with his medication and a family therapy appointment, Kagome sank into her over stuffed office chair, exhausted. She covered her face and peeked at the clock that hung from the wall opposite her through slender fingers. It read 7:35 pm.

The over-worked psychiatrist sighed with relief.

" Wonderful," she mumbled. "now I can go home and get some sleep..."

Grabbing the car keys and hand bag sitting on her polished desk and heading out towards the almost empty parking lot, Kagome whistled to herself. She had visions of a steamy hot bath just waiting for her to get into it, causing her to walk faster. Almost immediately, a beat up old blue Honda came into vew. Jumping in, she zoomed off to the awaiting hot bath.

Once the tub was filled to the rim with hot water, Kagome dipped her hand in, testing to make sure it wasn't too hot. The last time she hadn't checked it, her skin had been red and peeling for a week. She shuddered at the memory. It was painful. It was disgusting. It was...

A piercing ring interrupted Kagome out of her thoughts. Listening hard, she realized it was the phone. It was that god forsaken phone. Always ringing right when she was actually getting the chance to relax. Frowning, she ignored it.

'Nope. Not going to pick it up.'

It just kept ringing.

'No way. Not this time.'

And ringing.

'Stupid little...I'm still not gonna pick it up...'

And ringing.

"Dammit!" The raven haired girl stalked out of the bathroom(and away from her beloved hot bath) and into the kitchen where she grabbed the phone, putting it to her ear.

"This better be important..." taking a deep breath, Kagome rolled her shoulders back and smiled, though nobody could see her.

"Hello? This is Kagome Higurashi speaking, may I help you?" Good. She hadn't sounded the least bit frustrated.

A young woman's voice answered.

"Yes, this is Kagura Takeda. I would like to make an appointment for my...er...friend."

An appointment. Another appointment. Why was it that they never called during her working hours? But, hey, appointments were patients, and patients were money. And money was keeping her house and personal belongings. Not to mention electricity and water....

" Well, Ms. Takeda...." she got out her organizer and flipped it open to the next blank page. Where was her pen? " Eh...what's your friends name?" Where the hell was that cursed pen?! She checked the floor, the table, the counter...

"His name is Inuyasha Takashi and..." There it was! The little sucker...hiding in the corner! How sneaky!

"...if that's okay with you. Is it?" Woah! What?

" I'm you repeat that? Hehe..." Moron! She thumped her head against the wall.

"Repeat what?"

"The, uh, the whole thing?" Bad Kagome! Bad!

The woman sighed.

"Could he possibly have an appointment with you three days out of every week? He's in need of....much help, you see." Much...help? That didn't sound so good.

"Of course that would be fine with me. Just tell me which days and at what time."

"Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's at 3:00 pm sharp will do."

"Mondays...Wednesdays...Fridays....3:00 pm...." she copied everything down.

"Sharp."

The psychiatrist glared at the phone.

"...sharp. Got it." She glanced down at the information written. Something was missing...

"Oh! I almost forgot. What's the patients name?"

" Inuyasha Takashi." There was a pause on Kagura's part, and some voices in the background.

"I must be going now. Have a nice weekend Ms. Higurashi. Oh, yes, and good luck." She hung up.

Kagome gaped at the phone. Had she said "good luck"? What for?

She scoffed. 'Me? Need luck with a patient? Hah! That's funny.'

Closing her organizer, the young woman bounced off to her hot bath, finally able to get in.

"Me, need luck." She sunk deeper into the heated water and went into a fit of laughter. "Now that's ridiculous."

Saturday and Sunday both flew by at an annoyingly fast pace and before she knew it, Kagome was sitting behind her desk, ready to go through another day filled with bad tasting coffee and tension headaches. Ah, wasn't life just rich? Hopefully fate would be kind, and she wouldn't get any exceptionally strange patients. There was a knock at the door. She crossed her fingers.

"Come in."

Slowly, an old bent woman hobbled in, looking about the room cautiously. She seemed normal enough. Kagome uncrossed her fingers and smiled, gesturing to the couch nearby.

"Why don't you have a seat Ms...." she shot a peek at her trusty organizer. "...Ms. Urasue."

The old woman settled down and folded her wrinkled hands across her lap.

"Now, Ms.Urasue. What seems to be the problem?"

Urasue turned her serious beady eyes towards Kagome.

"I have an obsession with bringing dead people back to life." she croaked.

Kagome blinked. The woman had an obsession with bringing dead people back to life? That... that was not normal.

'Who was I kidding? Normal patients...hah! What a laugh!'

The younger woman slowly glanced at her clock in apprehensive dread. 2:05 pm. Great. Just 54 more minutes left and counting. She crossed her legs, balancing the pad of paper she wrote her observations down in.

"Okay...so. Ms. Urasue. You, eh, bring back people from the dead, huh?" A curt nod. "Well, why don't we start with that....."

54 minutes later.

'Two more minutes, two more minutes, two more minutes...'

"...but they ran me out! Can you believe that dearie?! They ran me out!" Kagome flinched as the old so called 'witch' blew her noise for the tenth time and continued with sniffling here and there. " I told them what I was trying to do but- sniffle- they didn't believe me! In fact, they told me that I was no longer allowed to go anywhere-snuffle- near the cemetery again! I..."

'One more minute, one more minute, one more-'

BAM!

Both Kagome and Urasue leaped out of their seats as the door slammed open. Urasue started squawking and clawing out her hair while Kagome tried to calm her down.

" They've come for me! They've come for me! They-they want to take my pretties! My beautiful clay bodies! They..."

The poor old woman never finished as two rough looking men walked briskly into the room, grabbing her and dragging the screaming Urasue out. Of course, Kagome would stand for none of that.

" Now wait just a minute! What do you think you're doing with my patient!?" The younger man with black hair tied in a ponytail and bright blue eyes grinned, revealing glistening fangs.

'Yikes....never mind! Do anything you want with her! Go ahead! Be my guest!'

" Good afternoon Ms.Higurashi." he grabbed her shaking hand gently and shook it. "My name is Kouga. Do you remember having an appointment scheduled with Inuyasha Takashi today?"

Oh.

"Uh, yes. But that's not until..."

"Three. Yes, I know. Well," Kouga pointed at the clock. " It's three now."

She checked. It was three.

Noticing that she was just realizing this, the young man chuckled.

" So....what would you're name be?"

The cautious psychiatrist hesitated. Who was he to want to know? But, then again, those fangs did look dangerous....

"I'm Kagome."

His grin became even larger.

" I like that name. A beautiful name for a beau..."

Suddenly, the other man who had barged in earlier with Kouga went in the room, dragging yet another man behind him. The man being dragged was shouting and growling uncomprehendable things. Kagome looked up at the ceiling.

'Never a normal day....'

" Let go of me you bastard! Let go now or I'll....!"

Kouga rolled his eyes and gave Kagome an apologetic look.

" Kagome, this is Inu-kuro, ah, I mean Inuyasha." He flicked one of the silver haired boy's....

.....dog ears?!

Inuyasha glared at Kouga, struggling to get free of the muscle man's grasp. Then he turned his glare on Kagome, who in turn, glared back just as fiercely. His eyes widened a bit and he glanced away with a snort. Before she knew it, Kouga and the other guy were gone, leaving her and Inuyasha alone. She studied him out of habit.

'What an odd looking boy...'

The "odd looking boy" narrowed his eyes.

"What are you staring at, bitch?"

Anger management issues: check.

End of chapter 1.

For anyone that reads 'Iniquity', I will be putting it on hiatus. Instead, I will replace it with this story until I can get more ideas and strengthen my writing skills.