Chapter 2 (Love and Anger)

Inu Yasha woke up in a clean environment. His legs were covered in overly large blue pants, and his chest was bare. Except, his torso was completely tied up with bandages. Kagome walked in and sat down. Inu Yasha turned to her and smiled.

"Stupid Wench, you cry a lot," he teased.

"If only I could...well the you know, blank boy you right now," she frowned, but smiled eventually.

"Why am I so bandaged up?" he wondered.

"Miroku told us that unless your remaining blood was contained, you'd die. So we ran you here and the owner, a former doctor, fixed you up," she smiled. She still felt very attracted to Inu Yasha, and now that she knew he liked her, she was very protective of him.

"You're lucky to be alive," the monk smiled. Miroku turned to Kagome and nodded, seeing that she wanted to be alone with Inu Yasha, "Ok I'll talk to you later Inu Yasha."

"Inu Yasha, do you really like me? Or was it a spur of the moment thing?" Kagome stared down at him Inu Yasha.

Inu Yasha sunk back into his pillow. 'How do I get out of this one?' he thought to himself, 'What to say, what to say'.

"I just thought that if we died, you'd want to know that at least 1 person liked you," he played. But Kagome didn't find it funny. She stood up and her bottom lip trembled.

"Ok," she bean hurting inside, "I just wanted to know." As she ran from the room, she buried her face in her hands.

Miroku came into the small, clean room, which was lit by an open screen door. He sat down by the mat Inu Yasha was laying on.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so cruel to Lady Kagome," Miroku was cut off.

"Cruel?!" Inu Yasha growled, "You're the pervert who's always feeling Sango up. Might I add she doesn't like it. I think that's a lot of torture too!"

"But I don't make her cry," Miroku closed his eyes, "And I guess I do it, because I can't control myself."

"Hmph," Inu Yasha frowned.

"There's no reason to hide your feelings from her," Miroku smiled.

"You do that awful well with Sango, don't you?" Inu Yasha snapped.

"That's besides the point. I think you guys should have some times alone. We all know you're only rude because you're scared that some demon will see her as a weakness! So just do it in private," Miroku grinned.

"Do what?" Inu Yasha turned painfully to him and raised his brow.

"Tell her, what do you think I meant?" Miroku had a broad smile on his face.

"Stupid Monk," Inu Yasha muttered.

After an easy healing process, Inu Yasha had just to recover from a broken wrist. He wasn't allowed to go Shard hunting until he was fully recovered. So he had to stay confined in the paradise this place was, for a few more weeks. This place was amazing. It was in a valley, and it was nourished with green plants and a couple waterfalls. This of course did not tickle Inu Yasha's fancy, he wasn't exactly the pretty in pink type. He caught a glimpse of Kagome by the small, blue river that streamed through the center of the town. He realized that most of the houses were built onto the valley walls.

"What a messed up village," he thought. Slowly he crawled down the path to the river. Finally he found Kagome and slowly made his way up to her.

"What do you want Inu Yasha," she said with an angered tone.

"I-" he didn't know what to say, but decided to stop lying and running, "I wanted to say sorry."

"What?!" she turned to him, her feet still dangling in the water.

"You heard me girl," he said. Finally, he gained enough guts and sat down next to her.

"Really?" she said softly, if the wind had shook the trees, no one could have heard her.

"Yes," he smiled, "And I'm sorry about saying I didn't like you."

Kagome turned away and blushed, "Well do you?". She turned back to him.

"Urgh, Um- I-" he was blushing furiously. He took the question like a man, or 1/2 demon in his case, "Yes." He said plainly. Kagome was shocked, but she pounced onto him, and hugged his neck, landing on top of him of course.

"Uh Kagome?" Inu Yasha tapped her lightly.

"Oh, sorry," she got off of him and her cheeks glowed a crimson again. She smiled sideways, and turned to him, kissing his cheek softly.