Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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A/N: Last chapter was short. Hopefully this one won't be.

Date(s): August 20th, 2005

Mood: Blehhh/Happy/Tired/Bored/Hungry

Music:

RURUTIA: Lost Butterfly

Shiina Ringo ft. Utada Hikaru: I Won't Last A Day Without You

X Japan: Forever Love

YUI: Feel My Soul

Zwei: Dragon

Baby VOX: Devotion

Changin' My Life: Etoranze

Changin' My Life: Ajisai

Stuff: Hangin' wiff Kiff.

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Love Pentagon episode II

Chapter 5

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"I hate to tell ya, but Inuyasha's dead."

"What? No, he can't be!"

"Look at this," he handed me the article.

It read:

'A COLLISION OF A MOTORCYCLE AND A MAC TRUCK – TEEN KILLED, TRUCKER SLIGHTLY INJURED.

The young, popular hanyou, Inuyasha Shikon, as killed last night when a trucker ran into him while he was cruising on motorcycle. The trucker was drunk, and he claims he didn't see the boy.

Shikon's bike got sucked in by the force of the truck, dragging him alone with it. Both legs were almost completely torn off, and his neck was broken. Glass from the cycle's headlights made many lacerations, causing more blood loss, which was the main cause of death.'

"No," I chuckled. "It's not true."

"It is. This happened about three years ago, Kagome. I can show you his tombstone to prove it to you."

"Then how did I hang out with him these past few days? I mean, I saw him two days ago, and we've been inseparable! The waitress saw him, and so did people at Fukai Odoru!"

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"Bring them in," the man said and two people came into the dark room: The waitress at Waikiki, and Ken, one of Fukai Odoru's customers, not to mention the guy who I got most of my music from.

"Did you or did you not wait on this woman?" the man asked the young waitress.

"Yes, I did."

"Your name is Yotsuba, correct?" she nodded. "Yotsuba, was this woman alone or with someone?"

"She was alone."

"Alright, you can leave."

She walked out of the room quickly after bowing.

"Now for Ken," the man looked at my overweight friend. "You were at Fukai Odoru last night, correct?"

"Yes."

"Did Kagome dance at all?"

"Yes, she did," he smiled at me.

"Did she dance alone?"

"Yes."

"You may leave."

When Ken left the room, the man looked at me. "See? You were alone the whole time."

"No I wasn't!" I yelled. I could feel myself getting upset, tears surfacing. "He held my hand…! He kissed me! We… we made love!" I was crying now, really bad.

The man had a sad look on his face, like he pitied me. He grabbed the phone and said to the operator, "Put on Tokyo Mental Institute."

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A/N: CRAZY!