Authors note: this one is pretty long for me, I hope you like it. This chappies honorable mention is: Dut- dutdut DAAAAAA!!! FieryDemonFox! Somebody likes Kurama, correct?

I would really love to be able to say thank-you in person. However, as that isn't possible, unless by some unbelievably wild chance your name is Jess and you are about 17 years old, and already know me in person....... sorry.

FieryDemonFox, You wrote:

Bummer, know she id going to be even more depressed... By the way, this chappy was good! Greatly descriptive! Can't wait for another one!

I wrote in response:

Wow, thanks. Yeah, she is depressed, but she will get better, I hope. I never know exactly how its gonna happen, but I promise, it will get better eventually. It is going to involve a pro therapist, an irritated mother, a bowl of soup, and ink blots. Thanks again!!!!

Eternal-Inuyasha

Inuyasha was pacing nervously. Something was wrong, he could feel it in his blood, in his very bones. He had tried sitting quietly, but found that he just could not sit still. The sun was beginning to set, and he was sure he would be pacing all night.

He heard a scrambling in the well, and raced to its side. Kagome! But no. It was just Shippou, waiting at the bottom for Kagome to come back. The little kitsune hated it when Kagome left. She had replaced in his heart a mother he barely remembered.

"Relax, Inuyasha." Miroku said from next to the camp fire. Inuyasha glared daggers at him. "You are so nervous. Sit down for a while." Inuyasha continued to glare at him.

The monk sighed. I give up. He is hopeless. And just as he was thinking that, he heard the Hanyou sigh as well, leaping for the Goshingboku. After only a few minutes his breath evened out. His heart rate slowed, and he was plunged into a dream.

He was Kagome. What? He was in Kagomes body, but still had his own claws and ears. The little dog ears were poking out from thick black hair. Inuyasha felt a terrible sadness. He flung himself onto the bed. Kagomes cat leaped off it.

A nasty little voice floated into his head. Its your fault. It hissed.

No!

Yes! Your grandfather is dead and you weren't even there to say goodbye! It answered back. He was flooded with terror, and guilt. He was beginning to believe the terrible voice.

You are a monster. It continued flatly. You slapped your own mother. The hiss was gone. This was said in a way that Inuyasha, even though he was sharing Kagomes perception and body, was filled with self disgust. Suddenly he was filled with a longing. A longing for cuts. Cuts that would release him from this torment.

Cuts that would give him control.

He scrambled for the knife, finding himself in the bathroom. The room was filled with his / Kagomes scent. It was just like lilies. But he wasn't paying any attention to that now. Not now, when he was so lusting for blood. He slashed at his arm.

He slashed again, feeling the biting pain of the knife. Again. Again. he slowly began to cut smaller cuts. They were deep and systematic. He watched a drop of crimson blood, and remembered the satisfaction of drinking the blood. Gruesome, yet satisfying. He licked at the blood. Enjoying the grisly stuff.

He hated that taste. But it was so..... addicting. He slashed again, and licked at it. Slashed and licked. Slashed and licked.......

"INUYASHA!" Kagome screamed from the ground. he woke up immediately, and fell out of the tree uncharacteristically. Kagome touched his hand gingerly, using a handkerchief to wipe off the blood from where he had torn at his arm.

Bad dream, he thought. But it was so realistic. So.... vivid. He could remember every last little detail. He hoped it wasn't important. The sun was completely set by now, and he looked down at his bloodied claws, just in time to see them shrink away.

He touched his hair, getting up from the ground. It was black. DDDD it!! he thought furiously. It was the new moon. DDDD IT!! He repeated in his mind.

Morning had finally come, and Inuyasha woke to the sun streaming through green leaves. He was Hanyou again. He recognized immediately that something was wrong.

He smelled blood. Old blood, to be sure. It was from last night least. It was Kagomes blood. He jumped down, and heard a squeak from under his feet. "Kekk-k-" Someone sputtered. It smelled like Myouga.

"I don't have time for this." He growled, flicking the little demon far, far away.

"Kyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Myouga cried. Inuyasha snorted, then suddenly remembered his little mission, and sprang towards camp. Kagome was just waking up. He leaped to her side, and grabbed her arm, knowing almost instantly what had happened.

"H- Hey!" She yelled, snatching back her long- sleeved arm. " SIT!" He made sure to fall on top of her. Chuckling maniacal, he grasped her arm again, getting off her.

"So." He said tensely, with the air of a parent who has just found out their child has done something very bad.

"So?" She retorted rather nervously, trying to squirm out of his grasp. "Get off!" She yelled, but didn't sit him. Inuyasha suspected that she didn't want to get down in the dirt again, as that was rather uncomfortable.

"You! You thought you could hide what you're-" He trailed off, trying to calm down. It only half -worked, but that would have to do. "Kagome, why don't you trust me?" He said in a softer voice. He almost sounded hurt. He was hurt. How can she distrust me? What have I done to earn this?

Instantly his brain answered the question with flashes of the dozens of time he had betrayed her trust. Flashes of when he had gone to Kikyo..... Times when he had..... never mind.

Kikyo..... Attenme! How dare you interfere.

Kagome looked away, and Inuyasha pulled up the sleeve. He gasped at what he saw. Deep, long slashes. This is terrible! He had half expected to see another fish-inflicted cut. But no, this was just as he had feared.
Thanks to

little keebler

FieryDemonFox (Todays Honorary mention)

Chibi Playing with fire

demonchik39

pinayazngrl

CriscoKittie

Lady-Wicca666

The Lady Winged Knight