Disclaimer: Yes. Fanfiction. Not a spoiler. It's called a fanfiction because I am a fan. Writing something fictional. Mmmyes.
((Author's Note: So, how do you like it so far? I know, that chapters are short, but I want to make sure I get the episodes in proper order. Lucky I have time to write anything! The chapters will gradually get longer (I hope ;;) and my writing skills will improve...eventually. If anyone has any suggestions, or wants to point out typos, or noticed episode errors (that's an important one!) please tell me! Please PLEASE review! THE POWER OF RIKU COMPELS YOU! O.O Thankies!))
Consciousness began to return to Inuyasha, but along with it came the pain. He strained his eyes into focus and observed his surroundings. He was in Lady Kaede's hut, with Kaede calmly stirring a sweet-scented concoction in her pot. Inuyasha was laying on a mat with bandages tightly wrapped around his chest and waist.
"What the hell am I doing here!?" Inuyasha demanded. "Ah, I see ye have awoken, Inuyasha." Kaede replied calmly as she kept her focus on the pot. "Answer the question, old woman" the hanyou growled.
"When I found ye, ye where unconscious beside the sacred well. A small white cat had lead me to ye. Tell me, Inuyasha, what were ye doing there?"
"Not like it's any of your business, but Kagome lashed out on me then ran off to her own time period." Inuyasha retorted, with a somewhat hurt tone to his voice. "Inuyasha," Kaede sighed, "When will ye learn that ye need Kagome in order to find the sacred jewel shards. Simply wait for Kagome to return. Ye need to learn some patience."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault, she started it!" Inuyasha complained, wincing slightly at a sudden stab of pain in his back. Kaede simply sighed heavily and continued to stir the contents of her pot.
They both remained silent for while. This gave Inuyasha the opportunity to re-run in his head what happened, and he remembered the woman he saw. Perhaps the woman was only his imagination? Whoever it was, it didn't look like anyone he had seen before. Though she was somehow familiar to him, as if he had heard that voice before, or once caught a wisp of her unusual scent. Was she a demon? He didn't think so, but he was concentrating so much on his back pain it was hard to concentrate on any details.
Inuyasha sighed silently. He tried his best to roll on his side without hurting himself. He finally gave up on trying to figure out who the woman was, and drifted to sleep.
About a month past without another glimpse of the unknown woman. But now Inuyasha noticed an occasional whisper in his head, guiding him in battle and giving him advice, like somewhat of a third conscience. The whisper reminded him of her voice, but Inuyasha, being the simpleton he is, thought nothing of it. Until something jogged his memory...
