This was not happening.

She paced the small room, eyes darting from the counter and back to the ceiling. Nope. It was just a fluke.

Oh dear Kami.

She could feel the bile rising. Scrambling, she fumbled with lifting the porcelain seat. She upheaved the undigested portions of her ramen.

Splashes of toilet water mixed with eggs and pork hit her pale cheeks. She grimaced, disgusted with herself.

Slumping further, she reached for a napkin. The sound of the toilet flushing stirred her soul. This was happening.

Rising, she tossed the napkin in the basket and stared at herself in the mirror.

Her once clear blue eyes were bloodshot, she would have to put concealer on to hide those bags. She splashed water on her face and then looked towards the source of her misery.

Two pink lines.

She lurched, stomach cramping, and her throat felt like it was being burned from all the acid.

InuYasha was going to kill her.