A/N: Hey guys, here's the next installment. I have to let all of you know that I'll be going away for summer training up in Ontario for about 7 weeks, and updates will be few and far between. I WILL make an honest effort to keep posting them, but I wish for you to be patient with me. HLM isn't going anywhere!

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Human Like Me

Wild Ones

It's not like Kagome had an issue with early mornings; when in the feudal era, sleeping two hours past dawn was a luxury not enjoyed too often by her companions. Her constant reminder to them that they had only gotten several hours of rest never fully swayed them, but boy, Kagome sure loved her sleep-in days. Her friends never adopted the pastime.

She was learning that this applied to Sesshoumaru as well.

"Five more minutes," she grumbled from under her layers of bedding. Something nudged her shoulder, more urgent this time. "What?" she huffed.

Kagome met Sesshoumaru's unwavering gaze equally. "I require breakfast." He stated calmly. She stole a glance at her alarm clock, which told her it was ten past six. She couldn't even see the sun on her side of the hospital yet. Groaning, Kagome wrestled herself from the sheets and stretched. Her youki crackled beneath her skin like mild electric shocks, which danced across his skin warningly.

"Why are you distressed?" he inquired.

Her golden eyes snapped open. The youki faded. "Huh?" she uttered intelligently. "What do you want to eat?"

Since returning from their battle with the youkai that had masqueraded as one of the doctors, he had been on a strict dietary meal to boost his protein and carbohydrates. Conveniently enough for them, they had been able to slip back into the room they had been staying in without giving away that they had left… or made the big hole in the wall. After, he had been diligently accepting his proffered meals from her mother, though this morning he had sought her out. That could only mean one thing.

"You want something special on the menu, right?"

He shrugged.

"What could I get you that Mama can't?"

He pretended to think about it. "Raw, freshly caught venison," his eyes flashed at the prospect.

"Seriously?" the miko verified.

"When am I never serious?" he countered, a faint smirk on his lips.

"But the doctor said to eat things humans can eat, not raw meat!" The thought slightly repulsed her.

Sesshoumaru, it appeared, would not be losing this battle. "I have often eaten raw venison. It has yet to do me harm."

"That's when your body could handle it!" She reminded. "It could be carrying worms, or diseases, for all you know! And it contains a lot of iron, too. That would make you sicker."

"It does not matter."

Of course it doesn't, Mr. Princess. She studied his steely face, and smelled his eagerness. He had never before made a point to want something with fervor, always taking what was given to him with grace. Then, something clicked.

"Are you craving it?" she asked dubiously. "You have cravings?"

"Those emotions are beneath me." He argued. "And reserved for hormonal women," he added as an after-thought. Kagome shot him a look, but otherwise seemed… relieved.

He observed as she wilted beneath him, her spark for a fight fading as she gave in.

"What do you want me to…catch?"

He sifted through his internal menu, and selected with some enthusiasm. "Elk."