Hello, My name is Scarlet, And i am a chocolate addict. I'm also an anime, Computer, book, and Manga addict. But who's counting.

My brother is acting like Michael Jackson, Dancing through the hallway in front of my room. I think what little brain activity that had existed within the confines of his hollow skull has now died. (Glances as brother strikes the Michael Jackson pose) Yup. It's gone.

Anyways, enough about me, and more of the story.

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"He has the only method to cure her. He won't kill her. At least not till she remembers everything." He trailed off.

"What does that mean?" Rin snarled, grabbing the front of his shirt.

"The cure...It erases all memory..." He bowed his head, turning away from their shocked stares.

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Kagome was in a warm, sun-strewn place. She was in a wheelchair, a light blanket covered her lap as she was walked through the garden.

"How did i get here?" She asked, lifting her hand to her forehead.

"Mr. Hirosaga wanted for you to be brought out to the garden. He said that you needed fresh air and to not wake you until you woke yourself. Do not worry about being seen. The girls dressed you before we took you out here. And your hair is beautiful in this light." a voice from above her said.

He stopped under the shade of a blossoming peach tree, the thick, flowery scent enveloped her. "It's beautiful." She said. smiling as the sun broke through the leaves to play on her upturned face.

He was in front of her, now. His long red hair sheilding his face from her view.

A flash of a man standing in a fusha gi and hakama flashed through her mind, but it vanished before she could grasp firmly onto it.

He was done fiddling in her lap, now, and his friendly face was tilted up toward hers. "My name's Suuichi(SP?), But you can call me Kurama if you want." He smiled and his eyes closed. A warm, friendly smile. "Do you think you can walk, Kagome-dono?"

"I think..." She said, trying to stand. "I think so." she said, standing slowly in front of the wheelchair. She tried to take a step and faltered, her legs collapsing under her. But instead of the hard pavement, she hit strong arms.

"Woah, there. Let's not try that again quite yet." He said, carying her over to a nearby bench.

She felt soo weak there. She couldn't even carry herself.

When she was sitting, she glared down at the legs that had betrayed her. Then her view was blocked by something white.

Startled, she raised her head back to stare into the ice-cream part of an ice-cream cone. "Want one?" Kurama asked, smiling.

"Um. Sure." She said, unsure.

He handed it to her and took a lick of his own.

"So, Where are you from?" He asked her, making polite conversation.

"I...I don't remember." She said, quietly. She couldn't grasp the memories flashing in her mind.

"It's alright. We all forget sometimes. Maybe it's for the better." He said, smiling..Always smiling.

"What about you? Where are you from?" She asked, curious.

"I'm from Tokyo originally. I used to go to Saryaski High. But then soemthing happened and i came here. And since i had so much experience taking care of people, I came here. And, here i am." He shrugged. "I have friends, but i don't think they miss me much." He smiled at her and pointed out the ice-cream dribbles on her hand.

Smiling, she licked it off.

"SO, what happened?" She asked, still curious.

"My mother...She got really sick one day. Noone could figure out what it was, at least, not until it was too late. She...She died a peaceful death. At home." His words were drowned out by a shrill shreiking in her head.

It grew louder and louder until it was the esence of everything painful and sorrowful in the world. And then, there was nothing.

She was in someone's arms again. Strong, tenuous arms that softened for her. A calloused hand brushed aside her bangs as the wind blew softly, carrying the scent of peach blossoms.

She opened her eyes to find Kurama hovering over her. His eyes filled with worry, but his face was calm. "You're okay. It's over. I gave you a gira root and you calmed down. But you really scared me there for a moment." He said, a relived smile curving his lips.

"Th..Thank you." She said, trying to get up. He let her go. She stood and wavered a bit, but his strong arm was around her weist to steady her.

She walked a few steps before stumbling. He caught her and picked her up. "Careful." He said, almost to himself, as he set her down in the wheelchair and strapped her in.

When they got back to her room, fresh blankets were on the bed and the window was closed fast. He gave her the potioned water and tucked her into the bed.

"Tell me about your friends, Kurama. I can't remember my own." She asked, looking up at him calmly.

"First, there is Hiei. He's extremely short, and has a temper shorter than himself. He's got a tower of spikey black hair and a third eye in his forehead. It's called a Shingan eye. Then there was Yuuske Urameshi. He's about my height with slicked back black hair and an attitude. He can fire the spirit gun. He's a worthy opponent, and the only one to have defeated Hiei.

Kuwabara is a tall, oafish guy that's got a knack with a spirit sword. He loves to torture Hiei about his height. And Hiei thinks he's stupid. Botan is an employee of Koenma, the prince of the spirit world. She's the grim reaper, but she's not so grim as it would seem. In fact, she's cheerful, with bright blue hair and a cheerful complex." He spoke warmly.

"Well, if you enjoyed their company soo much, then why did you leave?" She asked him, her voice a mumble as the drug began to take effect.

"I didn't think they needed me any more. But then, recently i recived word that they needed my help. But i didn't go. I would have only gotten in the way." He said, closing his eyes.

"Why did you leave if your friends needed you? You could've stayed and they would have helped you. I know they would." She said before drifting off.

He stared at her. Completely awed by this teen that could give such wise advice even when she didn't even remember who she was. Sighing, he pulled the blankets up to her neck and went to the next room. His room, and lay down. But he knew sleep wouldn't come. It hadn't for a while.

Yup, i'm not leaving you at a cliffie for once. You should be happy!

Anyways, the next chapter will be up soon and everything is just fine. (I'm scaring myself. Must have had too much chocolate.)

If you can't do it right the first time...Hire someone else to do it! -me.