(A/N: yo people! The next chapter of my story is here!! WOOT WOOT! Anyway, -gasps- SHIT!! Oh, wait no, sorry, false alarm. I thought I spilled some fruit punch on my Kakashi-sensei plushie, but I didn't. FEW!! Okay, one reviewer asked (even if it was a while ago) if they could use F.O.B. sure!! Why not!! Why would I care? I would only care if you used my songs and not say that I wrote them, I mean, seriously people! That's just like stealing my story! Gr...thankfully no one has done that yet (or so I believe...I hope that you people are good...) Anyway, enough with my blabbering! Read!)

DISCLAIMER: If I did, me and Inuyasha would be making out somewhere by now.

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Expect The Unexpected

Inuyasha ran. He ran and ran and ran. He wasn't like Kagome, he didn't hole himself up in his house, he needed to vent. If he didn't, he'd probably tear his house down. It had been about fifteen hours and counting since Naraku had been killed. He hadn't slept at all, he was too worried about Kagome. He felt that same, unrelenting pain on his chest as her, threatening for it to gain too heavy so it too, would crush him into nothingness. Yes, he was miserable, tormented and tortured, except he didn't break. That was because he knew.

He knew that he didn't kill them.

It wasn't just hope that he blindly clung onto, it was the truth. He didn't care what Kagome said, he knew that he didn't kill her family. That was the first time he had turned into a full demon. He only knew what happened after Myoga told him what had happened. Just as he turns into a human every night of the new moon, he turns into a demon whenever his life is in serious danger.

Except he can't control himself, thus becoming a beast that will keep on killing until it is dead. He never wanted to go through that a second time. He used to think that to become accepted into society, he had to become a full demon. But, that all changed, his whole view on life changed, just because of her.

Kagome.

It hurt, it hurt to think of her, because her words ran through his head once more. Those words that have been thrown at him his whole life, though those didn't matter. This was completely and utterly different. He loved her. Or rather, he loves her. He didn't care, he still loves her, even as those words circled his head, not going to disappear anytime soon.

"Well I hate you...you-you half-breed

He clenched his fists as he stopped on a tree branch. He gritted his teeth and finally gave in and punched the tree, leaving a gaping hole. It hurt, but he ignored the pain, he has gone through much worse.

"You're wrong Kagome!" he said, his teeth still gritted. "I would not do anything to hurt you! Even if I didn't know you, why the hell would I do something so horrible?!"

His voice was pained, and he was trying not to cry. Just the thought of Kagome being angry at him made him want to bow down and kiss her shoes, begging for forgiveness. But hate? That was a totally different story. It made him angry, angry at himself for causing her that pain, that ugly feeling bottled inside her, so ugly that even the words for it was hideous, those words, those three words, who knew such a simple sentence could make your heart break?

"I hate you!"

"Why, Kagome?! Why did it have to come to this?!" he said, closer to tears than ever. His expression grew almost surprised as an idea came to mind. He smirked, well more smiled in relief. Dammit! Why didn't I think of this sooner?!

"I'll just have to prove it to Kagome that I didn't kill them."

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Night.

Night had somehow crept up on Kagome, and she didn't even realize it. Time seemed to stop for her as she stared up at the ceiling. She was now laying on her couch, hugging a pillow to her chest. She thought about everything that absolutely to do with him.

Hell, she had caught herself thinking of fluffy bunnies jumping on white puffy clouds.

If that doesn't scream desperate, she didn't know what did.

She sighed and looked at the clock, which read about eight. The day just seemed to slip by without her feeling the effects of it. She decided to get up and get something to eat, seeing how she hadn't eaten since before the concert last night. She made herself a sandwich, took one bite and instantly regretted it, for she threw up, barely making it to the garbage can in time. She quickly chucked the sandwich and got a glass of water instead. She steadied herself with her hand clenching the edge of the counter.

Was she sick?

Yes, she was.

Sick with grief, that is.

She felt horrible, her whole body ached and pained as she wallowed in her misery. She needed to lay down, for her knees almost gave out beneath her weight. She gripped her forehead, a splitting headache suddenly coming out of nowhere. She started to see double, and she couldn't believe that she made it to her bed without collapsing. She more feinted into bed than laid herself down, and she slept without the covers on.

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DAMMIT! Inuyasha screamed in his head. Proving he was innocent was easier said than done. He had no evidence, no nothing that said he didn't do it. All he had was his word, and he knew that that wouldn't be enough. Kagome believed her eyes more than her ears. He had been wracking his brains for anything, anything that would help.

Nothing.

He growled at himself for being so stupid, for making this happen. He was exhausted as he laid himself down his bed. He had run around for hours, for miles as he tried to expel his anger. Why? Why did this have to happen?! What did I do to deserve this?! No, what did Kagome do to deserve this?! He couldn't even begin to contemplate what sort of torture she was going through right now. All he knew was that he would rather have all that pain thrown at him then his precious Kagome. He was more tired than he thought he was, because soon his eyelids began to droop, and he was back into the soothing, dark clutches of sleep.

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Kagome woke up and instantly knew something was wrong. She had had that same dream again, or rather, nightmare where she had pushed Inuyasha away, only to fall back into the hands of Naraku. She lay still, almost not daring to breathe as that feeling, that feeling you get when you think someone was watching you crept up and seemed to grip her mind. It sent cold shivers up her spine as she lay motionless on her bed. Beads of sweat trickled down her face, her body tense. Her eyes widened when she heard it.

The quiet footsteps of someone, or something moving about her bedroom. She wracked her brains, trying to think of how the perpetrator got through all of her security alarms. She knew that she had locked up tight, like she always did, so how did he get in?

The footsteps came closer as her body sat rigid, just waiting to spring into action. Once she felt that he was close enough, she suddenly whirled around and flung her leg up so it would kick him in the head. His hand caught it. Damn! Oh man, I'm really in for it now!

"So you're awake, sugar plum," she felt him whisper into her ear.

Wait, she knew that voice.

"N-N-N-Naraku?!"

He laughed. "I'm so glad you remember me. But I suppose it would be hard to forget all those things that I've done to you."

She snapped. Her once frightened expression twisted into unimaginable hate. She struggled like never before on his iron-like grip on her ankle. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, loud enough so that it might get past her thick walls. He just laughed as he picked her off the bed by her ankle.

"Scream all you want, no one's going to hear you," he said.

Maybe getting her apartment soundproofed wasn't such a hot idea.

"It just makes killing you more fun!" he yelled as he flung her through the air, her body hit the door. Her momentum was so great that she broke down the door and tumbled into her living room. She hit the back of the couch and groaned. She slowly picked herself up as he entered in after her.

"Is this it?! Don't I get more of a fight?! Or are you too weak to even fight back?!" he taunted her.

"Shut...up!" she said, her teeth clenched. She was breathing heavily as she willed her knees not to give out on her. "How...how the hell are you still alive?!"

"Stupid wench. Inuyasha never killed me. I just acted like he did because I wanted you to suffer even more before I killed you."

That bastard! That fight was just a set up! "Then tell me, how the fuck did you get into my house?!"

"It was easy. The day Inuyasha picked you up for school, you left your balcony doors unlocked. It was simple enough to make a mold of your key."

Her eyes grew wide as she remembered that day. Was it true? Did she leave the doors unlocked? She couldn't remember.

"I bet you also want to know," he continued. "Why Inuyasha killed your family."

"Shut up. I know all I need to know."

"Oh, come now. You couldn't possibly know that he wasn't the one who killed them."

"What the hell are you talking about?! I saw it with my own eyes! He did it!"

He laughed. "Are you really sure about that?" He then began to change, his body twisting and turning and almost putting on a liquid form as he transformed. When he was finally done, it wasn't Naraku that was standing before her, but Inuyasha. All she could do was stare opened mouthed in horror.

"H-h-how d-did...?"

"I have grown much stronger than when we last met."

She knew it was Naraku talking, but it was Inuyasha's voice.

"Unfortunately I can't hold a new figure that long, lest I get to tired," he said as he went back to his normal putrid form.

She discarded this information, it just didn't seemed important at the moment.

"I bet by know you're wondering," he started again. "How I knew that you two would meet."

She just scowled at him, getting even angrier by the moment at how he was just toying with her.

He didn't wait for an answer. "I knew ever since Inuyasha was born that he would someday turn into a full demon if his life was in great danger. I merely took that to my advantage."

She eyed him warily. "And what exactly do you mean by that?!"

He snickered and his evil smirk grew wider. "I had blackmailed those social security workers into putting you into this same town, school, even classes. I was the reason you two even met. It was just my luck that you two became friends, and possibly even lovers."

There it was, a flame of hatred burning in her heart. Her body shook with anger. She grabbed the nearest heavy object, which happened to be a lamp, and lunged for him.

Plp, plp, plp.

Thud.

The lamp slid from Kagome's hands and fell to the floor.

Time seemed to stop as she gripped something sharp, making her hands bleed.

She hesitantly looked down to find that Naraku had one last evil trick up his sleeve.

He had stabbed her.

The blade had past straight through her stomach and you could see the tip protruding out her back. The blood spilled out all over her floor, making Kagome feel lightheaded. He slowly slid out the dagger, taking pleasure in watching her face twist in unbelievable pain. He stepped to the side and let her fall to the ground.

"...you...bastard..." she mumbled just before she collapsed to the floor, making more blood splatter everywhere.

I'm so sorry...Inuyasha...was her last thought before the darkness took over her entire being.

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Inuyasha slowly sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, relieved to be back in his own room. Yes, he had had that dream again, the one were he is running to Kagome, only to get there and fall into an abyss, after hearing her tell him that she was sorry. Only this time, this time it was different.

Not only did he see it, he also smelled her blood.

And what was worse was that scent, however faint, seemed to linger in his nose from some sort of memory, though he had none of her bleeding.

"Dammit," he grumbled to himself as he plopped his head back down on his pillow. He breathed deeply into it, in attempt to make that scent disappear. Unfortunately, it just didn't want to go away. "Stupid dream..." he muttered.

He jump back and nearly fell off the bed when he heard his cell phone ring. "Dammit! Why the hell I ever got that stupid thing I'll never know..."

He glanced at the clock, which now read 3:30 am. What the fuck? Shit it's probably just some prep playing a prank call on me again.

"Listen," he said as he answered it. "You better have a good fucking reason for calling me at 3:30 in the fucking morn-"

"Inu...yasha..."

His eyes grew twice their normal size and his jaw dropped to the floor as he recognized the voice.

"Ka-Kagome?!"

Then he realized, the blood wasn't just from that dream. It was real, he had merely dreamt the scent into his nightmare.

Oh.

Fuck.

His mother always said to expect the unexpected.

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FUCK! -dodges sharp objects- Dammit! Can't you readers be satisfied!? I made Kagome realize that he didn't do it! ...but then again she is currently dying...-nervous laughter- I'll have the next chapter up soon! Maybe by tomorrow if you all are lucky!