You have no idea how happy I am to get all of this story up (though I still doubt I can get up chapter 15) before I leave. I will be updating my T story on my other account, Harper Morgan, today so if you're interested please go read that. Read and review!

A/N: I don't own or profit from Inuyasha


I take deep breaths to try to regulate my heart that is pumping too fast.

"Inuyasha…where's Inuyasha?!" I cry in desperation, not caring if anyone hears me or not.

I put my head in my hands and start to rock my body back and forth to calm myself down, but it isn't helping much. My body is still shaking from Inuyasha's fiery touch on my body. As soon as he was taken from my grasp and out of my room, my heart started to beat uncontrollably, my lungs felt tight and weak.

What's happening to me...?

Hot tears trickle down my face and make small splash onto my knees I feel a hand rest in the middle of my back. My head sort of rolls to look up, my body also weak from the sedative. Hojo is kneeling in front of me, his brown eyes concerned. I stare back blankly with tears still wet on my face.

"What's wrong Kagome?"

"I feel like I can't breathe…" I whisper.

"Why?"

"I don't know!" This is probably the first time I've told the whole truth to Hojo. "Were you watching us?"

"Yes. We've had you under surveillance since you were put to sleep."

"Why?"

"Kikyo and I wanted to see how you and Inuyasha interacted with each other. I noticed you don't treat him the same as the other patients here. Why is that?"

I lower my eyes into a glare, "I'm not in the mood to get in touch with my inner psycho at the moment Hojo." I spit his name with venom in my voice.

Hojo slides his hand to the small of my back before completely taking it off. He stares down at me, trying to make eye contact, but I flicker my eyes to an old blood stain on the white floor.

"Why won't you talk to me?" He whispers with pain in his voice.

As if I give a shit, right? I don't give him an answer; just keep my eyes on the floor. Hojo is right; I don't treat Inuyasha the same. I'm more trusting with him I don't feel as lonely when he's near. Could I be developing feelings for Inuyasha?

No. I like no one; LOVE no one. Except for…no. Don't think about the fucking past! Feeling are for the weak.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't realize a hand covering mine and taking it off my head. I glance up to see Hojo slowly pulling my hand towards him. I stay as still as a weeping angel when they are seen from a show I watched once, Doctor Who I think? And a weeping angel is exactly what I feel like; a statue to be looked at and observed for anything wrong.

Hojo kisses the palm of my hand, "I want you." He says.

"I know." I reply, keeping my expression blank.

"I want you now."

"I know that too. I can see it in your eyes."

His brown eyes stare at me, observe me again. They close and his lips meet mine sloppily. I pull away for a fraction of a second but his hand is on the back of my neck, forcing me to stay to him. I open my mouth to yell for help, but he takes the opportunity to shove his disgusting tongue in my mouth. Seizing the opportunity of his dumbass decision, I nash my teeth into the offending organ. I taste the salt of blood and Hojo, thankfully, yanks away from me. Glaring, he grabs my wrists and pins me to the hard floor so he can hover over me with one knee between my legs.

"GET OFF!" I scream. I try to bite into his hands but I can't reach.

"Kagome shh! Someone will hear!"

Isn't that the fucking point?!

Rearing up, I crack my forehead against his. His grip loosens; I can tell his body is stunned from the impact. I scramble to my feet and run out my room, not caring if someone sees me in my torn underwear. The patter of my feet on the tile are the only sounds in the empty hallway. I run, not knowing where I can find help. I yell out the only name I can trust and the only one I want,

"INUYASHAAAA!"