Chapter 4
When I came back out from my shower, his bed was made. The red silk had no flaws. No strings coming loose or any thing.
"Wow."
"What?" Inuyasha asked me from a sleeping bag on his small couch. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, it just surprised me is all… And why are you on your couch?"
He gave me a questioning look. "Back at the hospital, I said you could sleep at my place. And since there isn't anywhere else for you to sleep, you get the bed. After all, it would be rude for me to make you sleep on the floor… unless you want to sleep on the floor… weren't you listening to me?"
"Sorry, it slipped my mind." I slid into the bed, only wishing that sleep would come easily.
"Good night, Kagome," Inuyasha said, his voice soothing me.
"Good night, Inuyasha." I said, already half asleep. "Thank you."
I opened my eyes to see that Inuyasha was eating breakfast in bed. (Or bag…)
"Oh, good morning! I didn't notice that you were awake!" he said, jumping to his feet, and barely missing a cup of orange juice by his feet. "I'll go get some breakfast for you. What do you want? There are eggs, toast, waffles, French toast, pancakes, and pretty much anything that you can think of. After all, we're rich, and if we don't have it, it's not worth having!"
I smiled at the last part, it was true. They were rich… and so was she. But her wealth didn't matter, because she could never go back home or talk to her parents ever again. "I think that some orange juice and hash browns would be good. Please and thank you!" I gave him a weak, happy smile.
"Okay, I'll go get that ready for you. If you want to move my shit, and watch some TV, the remote's over there somewhere… It's dish. There's t-vo, check the stuff out. I'll bring it up when it's done." He left the room, and the second the footsteps faded away, I jumped out of bed and ran over to the couch. 'He must have a journal or a notebook… something!' I thought. So I got down on my knees, and felt around under the couch.
"Ah-ha! Found you!"
I opened it up, flipping through the pages. They were all dreams. The most recent one… last nights'.
'And when I opened my eyes, there she was, beneath me with a look of eternal lust in her eyes. We kissed, not coming up for minutes." And the girl he was kissing? Give you one guess… Me!
I stopped reading, he had dreams about me? Sick, love dreams with me in them! I put the notebook hastily back under the couch. And right as I was doing so, he came back in the room with a large tray with my small breakfast, and placed it on my lap. I scooted over and put the tray on the floor.
He gave me a questioning look. "Is it to burnt? I can go make some more if you don't like it…" he started.
"Shut up and kiss me!" I said, pushing myself into his lips.
At first, he was to surprised to do anything, but then he kidded me right back.
"Kagome, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he questioned me when I broke the lip lock.
"Shut up," I scolded him. "You know you liked it!"
