OK I got back. Im sorry it took a few but I made it and I had some time to wright my story. I hope you like it so far and I hope to make it long as I can.

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*What should I do*

"I'm your boyfriend, Kagome. I saw you and I knew that I would have to be closer to you than you skin. I thought about actually getting under your skin, but that would mean I'd have to skin you and than cover myself, and you're just not big enough.

"Then I thought I wanted to be next to your heart, but again, there'd be so much blood, fountains of it. Too many hands ruin the stew, too much blood ruins the clothes. I'm a fastidious hanyou.

"No, don't say it or think it. I'm not crazy, not like that. I just said that to make you so afraid you'd start begging and pleading. I can see how afraid you are. All I have to do is talk and you're scared stiff."

He was right about that, but she'd give about anything not to show him, not to let him see that she was boiling white hot inside, nearly burned to ashes with fear. "But then when you're all done talking, you'll kill me like you did Kikyo?"

"Oh no. She wasn't important. She wasn't anything." "I'll bet she disagreed with that." "Probably, but who cares?" "Why me?" He laughed, and she bet that if she could see his face, he'd be smirking, so pleased with himself. "Not just yet, Kagome. You and I hag lots of things to do before you know who I am and Why I chose you."

"There's a reason, naturally, at least in your mind. Why won't you tell me?" "You'll find out soon enough, or not. We'll see." "I have to go to the bathroom. Let me go to the bathroom." He cursed with English sounding curses and odd language ones that she did not know. "You try anything and I'll knock you silly. I'll strip the skin off you arm and make it into gloves. You hear me?" "Yes, I hear you. I thought you were fastidious." "I am about blood."

She felt him untie her hands, slowly, and she supposed that the knots must have been complicated. Finally she was free. She brought her arms down and rubbed her wrists. They burned, then eased. She was very stiff. Slowly, she sat up and swung her legs off the bed.

"You try anything and I'll have my claws ripping your legs, high up on your thigh. I know just the place that won't show much, but the plan will make you wish you were dead it's so bad. There wouldn't be hardly and blood at all. Yeah, forget about skinning your arm. Don't try to see me, Kagome or I'll have to kill you right now, and that's the end of it."

She didn't know how she managed to walk, but she did. Than, as the strength came back to her feet and legs, she wanted to run, run so fast she'd be a blur and he'd never catch her, never, never. But she could never do that.

The bathroom was just off the bedroom. He'd removed the doorknob. When she was through, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She looked pale and drawn and gaunt, her hair tangled around her head and down to her shoulders. She looked vague and on the edge, like a woman who had been drugged, knew it, and also realized, at last, that she might very well die.

"Come out now, Kagome. I know you're through. Come out or you'll regret it." "I just got here. Give me some time." Ther was nothing in the bathroom to use as a weapon, nothing at all. He'd even removed the towel racks, cleared everything from beneath the sink. Nothing.

"Just a moment," she called out. She raced back to the toilet and fell onto her knees. It was old. If the big screw that held the toilet down had ever had a cap on it, it was long gone. She tried to twist it, and to her utter surprise, it actually moved.

She heard him, just outside the door. Was he touching the door? Was he going to push it inward? Oh, Jesus. "Just a second," she yelled. "I'm not feeling too well. Give me just another minute." Turn, Damn you, turn. Finally, it came free in her hand.

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There it is and I will update very soon. It may take a day or so but I have home work to make up.