Chapter 2
"Don't be afraid. I'll always be by your side to help you. Don't forget that."
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When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at the wall. Where was I? I looked around, or at least I tried to. I couldn't. I struggled to get out of my... bed? I tried to keep as quiet as I could, seeing that the house was new to me.
Inuyasha stirred. I guess I made some noise...
I didn't notice him there. He was lying down next to me. His body was all covered with bandages. I wanted to hold him, help him stop the pain. Instead, all I could do was stay there and watch him. The thought of me doing that sounded boring.
So I decided to just go back to sleep. Just until he woke up.
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I was running through a grassy field. I kept looking back to check if somebody was coming. In my hands, to my surprise, was a blood-covered sword. What was it doing in my hands? Suddenly, Sango appeared before me.
"Kagome... Stop..."
Her voice was wispy and hollow. Her eyes had no emotion in them. She told me to stop. Stop from doing what? I wasn't doing anything but running. Running from what? I turned around and looked up. When I looked up...
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I was surprised to feel clammy hands and cold sweat on my forehead. And golden eyes staring down at me. We both stared at each other for some time. Then Inuyasha let me sit up.
"You should've never done anything like that. If Miroku didn't use his wind tunnel then, we could've all been killed," Concern was in his voice.
"I couldn't let you get hurt anymore. I mean, it's not like I did it for you because I liked you or anything. You can't just let somebody get killed right before your eyes. You can't just let it happen by,"
"Sure. Oh yeah. You see one of us getting hurt, and it didn't hurt that much, and you run through my circle of fire and start to hold me like we were going to get hit by a giant rock slide or something. Sure,"
"You just want me to feel bad. Will you knock out that attitude? You always complain or say bad things about me. Least you can do is start to act nicer." I stood up, kicking the heavy blankets off me. I pushed open the door and ran out, as fast as I could. I didn't care where I went. I just wanted to be left alone to figure out my feelings. I didn't care. Why would I?