Okay, DO NOT kill me!! Please! Over the past few MONTHS (yes, months), I've been TRYING to come up with something for this story. I have failed, sort of: I managed to get most of the last third or forth of this story completed, so whenever I get to that point, there will be shorter waiting periods (unless I'm being a bastard…) between chapters. Now, here's the really sucky part: this (motions down) is all I have written up for this chapter. I feel so ashamed of myself!! I guess you can consider this a teaser of sorts.

Now, the good news: I am taking a rather long break from working, so I now have more time to bang my head against a wall in hopes of forcing an idea or two or three into my thick German/Polish skull. I'm making no promises though…

Do you remember all that disclaimer junk that everybody puts at the beginnings of their chapters? Picture it here.

RaptorChicky responds!!!

Shinna, terrawolf, Oracle of the Stars, Impatient Person, hyper demon: Yeah, you can see I failed to comply with your requests… Gomen nasai!!!

… (honest, this is what they put down): Miroku and Sango getting amnesia? I've never seen those—I might want to give them a read. I have read a few with Kagome getting amnesia though. Some were good, some were simply crap.

Seeds of Doubt

RaptorChicky

Chapter 4

There were times when Kagura wanted nothing more than to rip Naraku's lungs out and show them to him as he would gasp for breath and then die at her feet.

This was one of those times…

She simply couldn't believe the request—no, order—he had given her. I am to act as that hanyou's nursemaid?! What kind of rubbish is this?! This is his plan, not mine—he should be the one to watch over that hanyou! Kagura fumed as she strode down the hall; unknown to her, her anger was rustling up a faint wind that stirred around her, rippling her kimono and playing with her hair. Earlier, when Naraku had given his orders, she had to fight to keep from protesting—she was still on his "shit list" for going to Sesshoumaru for help—but she obeyed like the good little detachment that she was, even after Naraku's instruction of referring to the hanyou as "Inuyasha-sama."

"'Lord Inuyasha'. Hmph!" she snorted. I don't even get that kind of respect and I'm a full-blooded youkai. The wind witch came to a halt in front of the door that separated her from the room where Inuyasha lay resting and she glared at it; if it had been within her capabilities, she would have burned two neat little holes in the shoji door. Her orders made no sense: take care of the demon who had damn near killed her in their first meeting and treat him as an ally. Kagura knew that Inuyasha possessed no memories of his past and that Naraku had made sure that he would never remember, or if Inuyasha did remember, the memories would be twisted; the inu hanyou would not recognize her, meaning he wouldn't recall what they done to each other, but she didn't care. If the situation was reversed, she highly doubted that she would be treated as an ally, so she wasn't going to drop her guard just becau—

A faint whimpering broke off Kagura's fuming. Blinking, she sought out the source of the sound and was surprised to find it coming from Inuyasha's room. It sounds almost like a frightened puppy… The whimpering increased and Kagura could hear the rustle of cloth against cloth, as if Inuyasha was thrashing against his covers. Curious, and a little worried, her hand reached out to slide the door open.

"NO!! Hahaue!!!"

The sudden terrified shout froze Kagura to the spot, her hand still reaching out. Her stillness was broken by a series of dull pounding from the room and she shoved the door open, only to be forced back against the wall by a silvery blur. Looking down, she was shocked to find Inuyasha huddled on the floor, trembling ever so slightly and whimpering quietly as his long silver hair spilled around him like a curtain. He twitched when Kagura bent down and lightly touched his shoulder, but then he suddenly latched onto her and released a strangled sob.

"Weak…too weak to stop them…" he choked out in a wavering voice. "Hahaue…"

Another shock came to Kagura when she found her arms wrapping around the clearly troubled dog demon and one hand slowly combing through the thick mane of hair in what could be considered a comforting gesture. As she looked down at the silver head buried in the maroon and cream silk of her kimono, she wondered if it was maternal instinct that made her show this uncharacteristic amount of compassion to someone she considered an adversary. The cynical part of Kagura wondered if she even had maternal instincts. Pushing that little mystery away, she lifted her eyes up from the distraught Inuyasha and, peering into his room, discovered the sheets that had covered him were torn to shreds and tossed aside, almost covering the deep claw marks that gouged into the floor beside the futon. Her mouth tightened and she glanced back down at the hanyou. What was he dreaming ab—

"What the hell…?" she whispered. What happened to his ears?!

Earlier, she'd been too surprised to notice that Inuyasha had undergone a physical transformation, not a big one, but there were definite changes, like his ears, for instance. The furry white dog ears were no longer perched on the top of his head and were replaced by the pointed ears of a true youkai, positioned on the sides of his bowed head. How…? Tilting her head, Kagura took a closer look, trying to get a better look at Inuyasha's face: she spotted the dark red stripes adorning his wrists, and found a matching stripe on his cheek—there was certainly going to be a matching stripe on his opposite cheek—sweeping across the flawless skin like a slash mark from a blade…or claw. And his aura was different as well—his youki was that of a full blooded demon, not of a half breed. There was something else different about Inuyasha's aura, but Kagura wasn't quite sure how to describe it and her eyes traveled over the shuddering dog demon, searching for the cause of Inuyasha's transformation.

A faint twinkle partially hidden by the hanyou's—or was that youkai's?—thick bangs caught the wind witch's attention and she lightly brushed the silky hair out of the way, which resulted in her taking in a sharp breath: there, right in the middle of Inuyasha's forehead, was a dark pink shard, a Shikon shard. Kagura stared at the Shikon no kakera in amazement; she had no idea that it was possible for one little jewel shard to change a hanyou into a youkai—she'd always figured it would take a whole Shikon no Tama to do that—but, somehow, Naraku had done it.

"What has he done to you?" she murmured.

No one answered—not Inuyasha, nor the figure hidden in the shadows at the far end of the hall.

Pulling away from the little scene, a smile tugged at the corner of Naraku's mouth.

Yeah, review if you want to. I don't care. I probably don't deserve them anyway for being such a slacker…
Oh, who am I kidding? Review. I need inspiration. Desperately.