Summary: Looking at Kagome Higurashi, you'd never know that she carried a secret storm. Her therapist suddenly quits on her, and she must go to find someone else to help her. She struggles to keep her new therapist out of her life. She tells him the best of her is gone. Why won't he believe it? Kagome's POV.

"Talking"
"Sign Language"
Flashbacks
(Diary Entry)Beginning/End of diary entires

Best of You
Chapter 11: Rules of Therapy

"Okay, here's my first question..." He trails off. He asks the question, and my heart seems to stop for a few seconds. After it starts beating again, I look away from him. I can't believe this. There's no way that this can be true. How... Why...

What is going on?

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I stare at him for a long time, wondering if this is true. He can't... There's no way that he could have just asked the question I heard. I'm so nervous about my missing diary, that I must have misheard him. That's all...

"Kagome... What is so devistating about what's in your past?" He asks me again. I try to get my lungs to work properly as I stare at the ground. I open my mouth, nearly letting words out. I close it quickly, deciding that it's the last thing he deserves right now.

"You broke the rules." I signal to him. The anger and pain in me is starting to surface again. I look away from him, trying to keep my tears hidden from him.

"Rules? What rules?" He asks me.

"The rules of therapy." I reply quickly. I'm almost amazed that he managed to tell what I was saying when I signaled it so fast.

"Rules of therapy?" He echoes. "There are no rules of therapy, Kagome. The only rule is to help the patient. I didn't take the diary from you so I could get you better and get a new client." He tells me. I look at him, wondering if he can read minds. Some demons can, and I'm beginning to think that he's one of them.

"You stole it!" I signal in fury.

"I borrowed it." He hands my diary and keys back to me. "See? I gave it back, too." He adds.

"You still stole it... How did you even know that I had it? Only Miroku knew."

"Well, Miroku found out when you wanted him to pass the message along to Sango. You said something about the reason you don't talk or the reason you don't trust people was in the diary. So, he told me about it. He knew that I..." He stops himself from finishing.

"You what? He knew that you were trying to get rid of me? I'm unfit for therapy. That's why I got passed on to you. The therapists give up on me because I don't talk!" I signal angrily. He gets up from his seat then holds my two hands together.

"That's not it, Kagome!" He barks angirly. He silences a few seconds, probably attempting to calm himself down from snapping at me like that.

"That's not it at all. I told you that I don't force my patients to speak. I know that they have reasons for not talking. Even though I may not agree with the reasons, I respect their wishes not to speak. I don't push my patients into talking if they don't want to. You know that." He says. I jerk my hands away from him so I can reply.

"If you don't push your patients into talking, then why'd you get my diary? It's because you're just trying to get us better so you can get paid more and so they'll recommend you to friends!" I'm sure that, if I was willing to talk, that I'd be screaming at the top of my lungs.

"That's not it, Kagome. Calm down... I took your diary so I would have a chance at understanding why you don't talk. I want to understand your reasoning on this lock you've put over your words. That's why I took it." He tells me. I feel all the tension leaving my body, but I'm not willing to let go of it. I want to remain mad at him, but I can't.

I guess... He was trying to help me. I understand that. Is that why I can't stay mad at him? Or is it because he looks hurt by the words I'm giving him? He... Could he be upset over the fact that I got mad at him?

"Thank you..." I finally signal after a few seconds in a fight with msyelf.

"For what?" He asks.

"For caring enough to do that. I'm sure you knew I'd be upset... But you did it because you cared anyway." I signal in reply. Without another thought, I throw my arms around him, feeling the best I've felt in almost fifteen years. Inuyasha slowly wraps his arms around me in return, relaxing me.

"Kagome... You know that I love you." He says. My heart seems to stop as I look at his golden eyes. He slowly brings his face closer to mine, and I don't mind for some crazy reason.

Years ago, I made myself commit to something. I'd never care for someone. If they started to care for me, I'd remove myself from the situation. I couldn't risk anyone knowing about what was in my past. I couldn't risk someone hating me for it. And, somehow, Inuyasha doesn't seem to mind. He seems so understanding about my past.

Just as our lips are about to touch, someone knocks on the door. I jump, hitting his head with mine. He falls backwards, clutching his head where I bumped into it. I hold my head in pain as the door seems to open.

"Inuyasha, your patient has to go. She got an urgent call from someone. He said that she should hurry." The assistant tells us. I look at Inuyasha then stand up. My vision is slightly blurred from bumping into him, but I can see enough to keep my walking balanced.

The assistant takes me out to the man who called. He's leaning against a black car, and I don't recognize him.

"Do I know you?" I ask curiously as I approach him.

"Oh, I think you do, Kagome. You know me very well... Enough to where you almost needed an abortion." He says. My eyes widen and I turn around to leaev. He grabs my arm roughly and pulls me against him. I want to cry, but I feel as if all the energy in my body is gone.

"I'm glad to see you again." He says. I try to get out of his grasp, but it's no use. He's got me firmly.

"Naraku, stop it!" I shout at him. He opens his car door, shoving me in. He duct tapes my mouth closed and ties my hands behind my back. Then my feet are tied together.

"Be a good girl, Kagome. You wouldn't want to ruin the reunion party my buddies and I are having." He says in a deep voice. I struggle more, trying to get away from this past. I don't want to end up like I was in the past. I left home for a reason. He's the reason. He shouldn't be allowed to come back and just do this to me!

Before I can struggle too much more, everything goes black. I feel like I'm floating through space. There's no telling where I am, but I can tell I'm moving. Am I moving, or is it a fabrication of my mind? After so long of trying to wake up, everything is gone.

I slip in and out of consiousness. I don't know how long I was asleep. The voices around me get loud then quiet. I can't tell what they're saying. Everytime I try to, they seem to get further and further away. I try to push myself towards reality. Towards waking up, but it's too hard.

Souta must've had this problem when he was dying. I bet that he wasn't able to keep everything strait. I consider letting go of this life, but something won't let me. I have to be the godmother to Sango and Miroku's baby. I have to keep my club running...

I have to stay alive for Inuyasha, don't I?

It's amazing how I don't know what's going on or where I am, yet I know that I'm on the verge of death. I try to move my body, but none of it seems to be responding. That's not a good thing at all. I manage to move my fingers on my right hand. I can't even feel my fingers on my left hand.

This is starting to work, since I'm beginning to hear the voices more clearly now.

"How'd you know about this, Mr. Taisho?" A woman asks.

"She told me that a Naraku character hurt her before. When she went out to meet someone, she screamed that name in terror. I followed the car until it stopped." I hear Inuyasha reply. What happened to me?

I can remember Naraku putting me in his car. He made it sound like he and his buddies were going to rape me again. I remember being duct taped and bound. I remember a sharp pain to my head, and... That's all. The rest of things are blurry. What happened to me!

I can feel something around me moving. I can't even tell what directions it's moving, but just that it is moving. Then it comes to a stop. Something touches my head, but... It doesn't feel like it is touching my head. my body feels so distant, I can't be sure that this isn't a dream.

"How is she doing?" I hear Inuyasha ask. I slowly lift my one good hand, reaching towards his voice. When I feel his hand grasp mine, I try to smile. It hurts badly, so I give up. My arm relaxes, but I don't pull away from his hand. That's the only thing that's confirming reality to me

"Well... These are the x-rays. This bone right here is broken pretty badly. We'll have to put it in a cast for two months..." Is all I hear. I know thery're talking, but I can't concentrate on it.

"She'll live, right?" I manage to hear.

"She should. Right now, she's doing so badly, I don't know. I guess it's up to her willpower." The woman finishes. Inuyasha's hand seems to grip mine tighter, and I can hear something scraping against tile.

"Kagome, please... You have to live. I don't want you to die. I can't let you go. I'm too selfish to let you go. Please... Please make it, Kagome." I hear him say. It sounds like he's crying, but I can't be too sure. Before long, I feel myself slipping away from the rest of things. I feel the sense of reality being altered.

I don't know if I want to live...

Next time on The Best of You...
Okay, so this isn't so bad. But getting these feelings out is hurting me like hell. There's no reason for me to do it this way, but I feel as if it'll make him more pleased. So, I do one thing that was forbidden from me. And, while doing that, I'll do the second thing that I swore I'd never do again...

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