THIS IS CHAPTER 4! ^_^

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"INUYASHA!"

Slamming his locker just a little harder than intended, Inuyasha flinched as several squealing girls ran down the hallway, pushing and shoving each other in the attempt to reach him first.

Using his superior speed he dashed ahead in the hopes of escaping his insane fanclub.

'Damn concealment spell! I can't run any faster than a useless human!'

"Hey Inuyasha what's-"

"No time Miroku! Distract them for me would ya!"

Amused by his friend's frantic reaction he turned to face the crowd of girls rounding the corner in search of their wonderful idol.

He ran his marathon sprint for fan-girl freedom non stop until he came to the back exit of the school. Making absolutely sure that he hadn't been followed he proceeded through the doors.

"Damn girls. They always attack at the most random times."

It seemed that this was their newest tactic on catching him. His fanclub had gotten a lot cleverer over the years. Either that or thier Predator/Prey instincts were highly active. He thought the latter to be the most likely possibility. Even being only 18 he was, after all, one of the most wanted bachelors in Tokyo.

Being a Taisho offered several advantages over being a normal teen but he had to admit that the overzealous fangirls were not one of them. They had been fun in the beginning and he had taken full advantage of having so many girls willing to please him but after a while it kinda got boring.

Rushing foreword he noticed a small figure leaning against his chosen hiding tree! He couldn't recognize the person whoever it was. The still air didn't offer any help by way of scent and the hood of the figures navy hood covered their face.

His mouth open, he was prepared to frighten the intruder away, when the previously stilled air stirred, and a most unpleasant smell reached his sensitive nose.

'Blood!'

Quickening his steps until he was stopped only feet away, he tucked his hands into his jean pockets and crouched to sit on his heels,

"Oi. You okay?" After receiving no answer he repeated the question. Once again the figure said nothing.

"Look. I'm trying to be polite here. Just answer the damn question." When he was once again ignored a low growl escaped his throat and he reached foreword to remove the hood obscuring the persons face.

"Kikyou!"

She had high cheekbones and pale skin. Soft pink lips and fine eyebrows were scrunched together in what appeared to be a grimace of pain. Concerned about the girls lack of response he brushed aside the black bangs that framed her face and rested his hand on her forehead.

'She's not hot or anything... What's up with her clothes? Kikyou would never dress in anything like this nor would she sit outside in the dirt by choice. Something's gotta be wrong with her. '

Shaking her shoulders he tried to wake her from her seeming unconsciousness. "Come on Kikyou... wake up already would ya?". After one particularly hard shake her eyes slowly opened and upon noticing their deep blue color the first thought through his head was:

'This isn't Kikyou.'

There were only three possible explanations for what she was seeing. One: She had fallen asleep and was having one of the best, most realistic dreams of her life; Two: She was hallucinating because of the pain; or Three: her father had finally beaten her to death and she was enjoying her own personal heaven.

Possibility #3 was ruled out by the fact that she could still feel the pain in her ribs when she breathed. She was pretty sure a person didn't feel pain in heaven. Then again why would a person such as her go to heaven? Hell would be much more suitable a place for her, but that was ruled out as well because there was no way that HE would go to hell;

Number Two was ruled out when she realized that the hands grasping her shoulders were in fact solid; and number one was ruled out when he opened his mouth and spoke.

"You're not Kikyou."

While she had no idea who this Kikyou was she knew better than to ask questions. It was one of the rules.

"You gonna answer me?" Keeping her eyes diverted, Kagome made no move to speak. Even if she had she doubted she would have been able to make a sound. She could hardly believe it. Inuyasha Taisho was sitting in front of her, talking to her. She refused to mess this up by speaking. What could a filthy girl like her possibly have to say to such an amazing idol like him.

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He was getting frustrated with this Kikyou-look-a-like girl. Why wouldn't she answer anything he asked her? Standing up he bit out, "If your not gonna answer my questions will you at least look me in the face when I'm talking to you?" He was shocked when she did as he asked. He was even more shocked by what he saw in her deep, drowning, ocean eyes. Longing, awe, hope were the only things he could make out behind the cloudy shield of what seemed like fear and pain. He was pulled away from his inspection as a grumbling, gurgling noise was heard. He watched as the girls eyes widened before she turned her head and closed her eyes tight as if awaiting some form of punishment for her stomachs impromptu announcement of it's current emptiness.

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Oh what a terrible thing to have happened. Things had gone so well and then her stomach had to make that terribly unladylike noise. He was sure to be angry with her. She had no right to express her discomfort in front of him. She clenched herself tighter as his laughter built and rand through the air. He was laughing at her now. He'd never want to speak to her again, she was sure.

As his laughter died she heard him ask, "Looks like your hungry huh? I don't think I've ever heard someones stomach grumble that loudly, not even mine!" She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes as she realized that she had just ruined the only time he had ever spoken to her. He would hate her now she knew it.

She was surprised when instead of the strike she expected she felt a comforting hand come to rest on the top of her head.

"Hey, relax. I wasn't laughing at you."

Her eyes opened and she took a peek at him from the edges of her vision as if checking to make sure his words were true. She relaxed when she noticed the contented smirk on his handsome face.

"At least tell me you remembered to bring a lunch." As it seemed that he was expecting some form of answer, she shook her head slowly in the negative as she once again lowered her gaze.

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Surprised that she actually answered his question he almost missed the tiny shake of her head to indicate that no she did not have a lunch.

Mentally he heaved a great sigh. "With a stomach rumble like that I can't exactly let her go without food."

Standing he reached out a hand to help her up, "Come on, get up. Let's go get you something to eat."

She hesitated a moment but knew better than to disobey an order. Taking his hand he helped her up into a standing position and helped her regain her balance. Dropping her hand he turned and called over his shoulder "Follow me. I'm sure Sango's got something you can eat."