I don't own Inuyasha!
"Ouch," Takato woke up to a headache.
"Um, Takato, are you okay?" Rita has been up for a few minutes.
"Do you have Tylenol?"
"Yup!" Rita digs in her bag for a small bottle and hands it to Takato. "So, do you have any idea if I might be a reincarnation of someone?"
"Huh?" Takato blinks as he wakes up and his headache disappears with the medicine.
"Takato, do you think I might be the reincarnation of someone?"
"Yeah," Inuyasha grumbles. "I've been thinking most of the night why you look so familiar, it has something to do with Sango."
"The taiji-ya?" Rita stares at him in confusion. "I did it again."
"Yeah, but that might be a good thing for us. If you knew how to use a weapon in your past life, it's possible you might remember how to use it in the future," Takato sighs. He catches something in his hand as it headed toward his face. "Thanks Rita, I need the easy breakfast."
"Where should we go now, Inuyasha?" Rita asks the hanyou.
"Rita, we haven't bathed in two days!" Takato yelps in shock.
"I guess hot springs might be a good idea, but far away from the village and the well," Rita frowns. "We don't exactly want to smell nasty to you, Inuyasha. Besides it might hamper us, while we're trying to find Naraku."
"We're looking for NARAKU?" Takato froze, "No way, not this time."
"What's wrong with him?" Inuyasha asks Rita.
"I'm not sure, but I think he's overloaded his brain," Rita whispers back. "Either that or he's lost it."
"I've not lost it! Dammit Riko!" Takato growls at her.
"Takato-kun, are you alright? You just called me by a boy's name," Rita raises a brow.
"I'm fine! Just peachy keen!"