Chapter 2
Sango and Miroku awoke that morning surprised to find that they were missing their favorite travel companion.
"I woke up when she left," Shippo explained. "Inuyasha always tries to stop her from going home, and she didn't want to argue with him."
"You need to go see her, Inuyasha," Sango told him.
"I know," he replied guiltily, "It's just that—"
"He's afraid she'll 'sit' him to the other side of the earth," Miroku interjected. Inuyasha glared at him menacingly.
By the end of the morning, Inuyasha's concern for Kagome's feelings overpowered his fear, and he leaped into the well.
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Kagome woke up confused in a hospital bed. "What's going on?" she asked aloud, though to no one in particular.
"Kagome, dear, you're awake!" said her mother brightly.
"Mom, what happened?"
"Umm, Grandpa hit you in the head with his baseball bat. We heard noises and thought you were an intruder."
"I guess that explains my headache," she groaned.
"The doctor says you have quite a bump on the head, but you should be fine. Oh, and Inuyasha is here to see you."
Inuyasha walked in, still cautious because of what had happened the previous night. It was obvious her mother had picked out his clothes: he looked. . . respectable. Well, the baseball cap kind of threw off the look, but whatever. He shyly handed her a bouquet of flowers.
"Thank you, Inuyasha! That's so sweet!"
"You're welcome. Hey, Kagome, I'm really sorry about last night. I was such a jerk. Are you still mad?"
"What are you talking about?" She was genuinely perplexed.
"You know, when I said that thing. . . about Kikyo. . . and you."
"Oh, right. Now I remember! You called me a bitch. Thanks for reminding me," she said coolly.
"I'm sorry! I was trying to make amends with you."
"It's okay. My head hurts too much to care."
"Heh, mine hurts, too." His hangover was pretty bad. "You really didn't remember, though? About last night?"
"No, not until you reminded me."
"Well, you should get some more rest. I'll be back later to see you," he said.
He found Kagome's doctor, Dr. Takana, and told him about their conversation. "Hmm, interesting," said Dr. Takana as he sucked absentmindedly on the end of his pen. "It sounds like she has a certain type of amnesia. It's clear that she remembers the people in her life, but certain events may be fuzzy to her, or she may forget the exact structure of the relationships she has."
Inuyasha volunteered to stay with Kagome during the night since her family had stayed the night before. He sat in a hard chair next to her bed and watched her sleep. Despite his discomfort, he managed to doze off as well. He woke up when he heard Kagome make a slight moaning noise. She was muttering something, too.
"Mrku. . ."
Inuyasha listened, straining his ears in the hopes that her speech would become clearer.
"Miroku. . ."
He was stunned. Why would she be calling the monk's name? That pervert's name? She went on.
"Miroku, I need you. Come back to bed," she whined.
Now he was disgusted. She's having dreams about that lecherous, thieving, good-for-nothing, son of a bitch? He didn't want to think about it. Then she started giggling.
"It tickles, Miroku! You're so naughty!"
Could this get any worse? Inuyasha thought. And, of course, it did. When she started moaning. Not pitiful moans of sickness, but hearty moans of pleasure.
"Ooh, God, Miroku! Don't stop!"
Inuyasha couldn't take it anymore. He needed fresh air. And if he hadn't promised to stay with Kagome, he would already be back in the Feudal Era kicking that stupid monk's ass.
