A/N: Second chapter… Sorry it took so long, but I couldn't find anything to inspire me and whatnot. Writing actually becomes harder when there's a story you have to be following sentence after sentence. Maybe this should have been a drabble?

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters that I have borrowed to create this story; they all belong to Rumiko Takahashi and her creativity. (T_T)

Did you ever feel the need to know someone,

and feel the need course through your body

Like an eight o' eight drum?

A low, underlying desire

to know what you don't know?

It was almost inevitable to stop staring at this girl's countenance. The way her eyebrows stood proud along her brow, and how her lids would somehow move although her body remained immobile, intrigued depths in his body that he didn't know would be amused.

He'd helped her out from a good of his heart that rarely ever presented itself, although he was grateful he was able to do something nice for somebody, for once. However, his intentions had not altogether been altruistic, she had reminded him about a past love and made him question if it had been her that was so sickened in the bench.

'Why do they look so alike,' he mused as his gaze drifted down to look at the girl in his bathtub again. His clawed hand had reached to grab the submerging sponge that aided him in bathing the girl in the gentlest way possible to avoid waking her up, although he was sure it was nearly impossible because of the warmth and rose-scented soothing water.

Their little encounter in the car still lingered in his mind, vividly. Her lips were soft to touch, but given her situation, it had not been the most pleasant of kisses that he had received. Mostly considering that her breath still stank of the vomit that had exited her body previously. However, his mind kept drifting to that moment in the car. It had been brief and accidental, but it got him thinking about this girl.

'Who are you?' Inuyasha asked himself again, mostly trying to make things sink into what was his reality at the moment. "Could it be that you two are related?"

As quickly as the words had left his lips, the girl's lids moved tormented and Inuyasha wondered if she had heard in some depth of her sleep what he had said. "Perhaps not..." he finally concluded, seeing that the girl had not stirred any further. He had better stop thinking about these things before his suppressed feelings rekindled and he would go back into his stupid habits once again.

Sighing, Inuyasha got up from where he had knelt to sponge-bathe the girl. "Let's get you all dry," he said to her, uncorking his bathtub so that the water would drain and leave the wet, robed girl in a position that was easier for him to get her out of the bathtub. "If you could just wake up a little bit."

But the girl wouldn't stir. Shyly, Inuyasha tried prodding her shoulder to see if she would wake up that way, but she didn't either.

"Guess I'll go ask for help," he finally decided before walking out of his bathroom and moving toward one of the nightstands beside the red mass that was his bed. Placed atop the nightstand, beside ball-shaped lamp, lay a simple white phone.

"Myouga think you could come up to my room and help me out? I nee-uh… I need you to help me with some stuff," he called to his driver in a commanding tone, thinking it would keep the man from prodding into his business. It wasn't like he wanted to tell the whole world that there was a strange girl in his room. In his bathtub. In his bathrobe. And pretty much soaked.

"Thanks, jiji," Inuyasha muttered, tight-lipped while he was roaming around his room, looking for a blanket. Seeing that he and the driver had placed the girl neatly into his bed after dressing her, he assumed he'd be using his couch for the first time in ages.

"Will you be alright, master?" The old fleabag was as inquisitive as ever, he noted, although it could just be the old man's perverted streak coming through.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, raising a lazy hand over his shoulder dismissively. He just wanted the old man to leave. He had much musing to get over before he could reconcile some sleep or calm down.

"Hope you enjoy your couch." Was Myouga-jiji mocking him?

"Keh'," was Inuyasha's flat reply. Although the man took it more as a 'goodnight' response rather than the disdainful retort that it was.

Inuyasha felt very self-conscious now. His room just felt too big for them, and way too silent for his own sanity. "If this wasn't so mysterious, I'd probably be able to keep my cool."

Distressed as he was, he couldn't think straight. "No one would be able to keep their cool in this kind of situation."

Considering he had been in love with a woman all throughout his High School years and all the way into his Sophomore year at college, and things had ended badly with her, he couldn't stand the look of this strange girl who held such a resemblance with his past love.

'This isn't like me, at all! I'm not so lost like this…'

Deep within his musings, Inuyasha failed to notice that a faint light shone through the girl's sprawled jeans' pocket, indicating that a similarly distressed friend was trying to get a hold of her sickened friend.

Inuyasha didn't sleep much during the night. Memories of the past haunted his mind. They had made him feel like the washrag that he was sure he was.

He sighed, giving up on any possibility of sleep at this time. He could just barely smell the sunrise coming. Birds were beginning to stir outside, and the grass below his balcony faintly began to smell less like the nighttime dew. Although the scenery outside made him feel so mellow inside, his thoughts made him feel differently. It had been a crazy love, indeed, and yet, he couldn't find himself letting go of that wonderful memory.

He could have his heart broken a million times, and he could brush off getting let down constantly by people, but he would never get over what had happened with his love, Kikyou.

Without him knowing about it, his body had lead him toward his balcony. His bare feet over the wet tiles of the balcony, he walked toward the edge and leaned along the concrete balustrade.

"Just thinking about your name stings my heart… Why can't I get over you?" he asked to himself, peering over at a pair of birds that were pecking each other in what appeared to him, a loving way.

"Guess my luck's out now, you're out of my life. I wish though, th-…" A muffled 'thud', interrupted his thoughts. "What the Hell?"

Peering back into his room, Inuyasha noticed that the sleeping girl had fallen off his bed, somehow, and had stirred.

"You okay," he called to her as he closed the balcony doors and moved to open the long curtains that draped the windows.

"Hmn..?" Kagome stupidly answered, not quite in her senses to reply.

"Are you okay?" he inquired once again, softer this time so he wouldn't' scare her. He was a stranger after all, so technically, she was waking up in a stranger's bed.

He noticed the girl peering lazily, although curiously around the room. "I brought you to my house when I saw you were sick… Nobody was with you…" he excused himself. Now, he didn't want the girl to think he was some sort of creep that had kidnapped her.

"...What?" she asked in a barely audible tone that Inuyasha only got a grasp of because of his sharp sense of hearing. But he could tell something was wrong with the girl from the way she held her palms to her temples.

"Does your head hurt?"

"Mm," she mouthed, nodding somewhat to accentuate her point.

"I'll get you something, then. Stay there."

By the time Inuyasha had found the pills he was looking for, he found the girl with her head resting on the side of his bed, her arms hanging loosely along either side of her body, and her legs spread ungainly around her. He sympathized for her. He'd had enough hangovers to understand what she was going through.

Kneeling beside her, he placed his palm along the middle of her back, just as he had done the previous night, and held once more a glass of water to her. "Here."

"Thanks," she replied curtly, taking the water in her hand, and the tiny white pill from his palm and downing both things. "What happened…?"

The girl obviously looked uncomfortable. Inuyasha assumed she had taken a look at the room and had seen that her clothes still lay in a tiny pile beside the unruly state of the couch he had slept in. Moreover, all she was wearing was one of his loose-fitted shirts.

"Not THAT, if that's what you're thinking," Inuyasha clarified. He didn't need for this girl to be more scared than se was already.

He heard her sigh, content written all over her breath.

"THAT is such good news. I wouldn't want to lose myself in this way. I don't know who you even are."

Inuyasha scowled. How could she not remember that she had kissed him. 'Oh, right. She was senselessly drunk last night.' "What do you remember?" he asked, his tone just a tinge below angry.

"Hmn…" she thought. "…Last that I know of, I was dancing with a guy with long hair."

"Let me fill you in, then." With that, Inuyasha began to tell her everything he knew since he had found her.

A/N: So there it is. My second update. I know it's crappy, but bare with me: I'm a newb with writing stories. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

All credits for the poem go to ~Strong-suit (Dev'art) and her poem "True Self."

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