Code Name: Dark Angel

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11- Don't Need You

Previously

"Kagome…"

"Shut up!" She clenched her fists and held back the pain before jumping to her feet. It hurt immensely, but she chose to defy her body's plea to collapse yet again, and she began gathering her things together. She tied her wounds up with a old shirt before dressing completely and heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Inuyasha asked.

Kagome stopped with the door halfway open, welcoming some of the dim, golden light inside. "Somewhere to get away from you."

To say that he looked hurt by this would have been a massive understatement. He looked deeply torn on the inside.

Before she went outside, she paused. "Oh, and if you really want her that much, then go crawling back to her. I don't think there will be much of a welcoming party, though. To you, it might end up being a little…dead."

And that's when she walked out the door; and possibly out of his life.

Now

A raindrop slipped from the top of Kagome's wet head onto her face and down the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She ignored this, however, and continued to struggle down the street. She was in excruciating pain and only desired to lay down somewhere. She wanted to clean her wounds and her clothes and try to fix her broken heart.

She continuously shifted her bag from shoulder to shoulder in order to try and avoid the pain. She felt the blood leaking from her already soaked shirt in which she had tied around her wounds hurriedly in an attempt to stall the blood flow.

"I hate you," she muttered under her breath, which was coming out heavily. She avoided the main sidewalks and stuck to her normal side of the city; the alleyways and dark back sidewalks. That way, no one but the homeless people and the stray animals scrounging for food would see her. Oddly enough, she felt homeless herself. She had been pretty much kicked out of the museum and had abandoned the only home she had left to go to. She was tired, wet, injured, cold, and, worst of all, alone.

She finally stumbled up to the entrance of the museum and stared up at the windows, blinking continuously as the rain poured onto her hair and down her face. It ran down her shirt, causing her to wince as the cool liquid washed over her wounds. She had been injured like this on several occasions, but this seemed slightly worse.

She knocked on the door as hard as she possibly could, wincing from how much strength and energy she had to waste. No one answered and she was forced to beat on the door yet again. Finally, it slid open slowly with a stentorian groan and Miroku emerged, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. He took one look at her and knew something was going on. "Oh, Kagome. What's the matter?"

"I…" She extended a bloody hand, giving him a visual of her current situation without having to speak.

"Jesus," he said in shock. He took Kagome's arm gently and pulled her inside out of the rain and helped her to sit down. Sango appeared at the top of the stairs. "Miroku? What's going on?"

"Get the first aid kit and as many towels as you can, immediately." He ordered, helping Kagome out of her wet clothes. She was too weak to object. Instead, she sat, gazing at the tiled floor in a daze. "Kagome?" He inquired. "You still with me? What happened? Where's Inuyasha?"

Kagome suddenly burst into tears, startling Miroku immensely, causing him to stare at her in awe. It was rare for her to cry, especially to weep over a male. "Kagome, I'm sorry. Stop crying."

Kagome ran her hands over her face weakly and turned to look at him blankly. "Sorry," she said hoarsely. She glanced at the ground, fidgeting with the shirt that she had tied around herself. She eventually removed it, without wincing, and said, her voice hard, "But Inuyasha won't be helping us anymore."

Miroku examined Kagome's sudden change in attitude. Her voice had averted so abruptly that he figured it was better to leave the subject alone. Instead, he said, "I'll clean this up and you can stay here for the night."

"That won't be necessary," she growled, getting to her feet. "You can clean me up, but I'm not staying. I'm going out to look for any leads. I'm going to kill Naraku and his new little whore on my own."

"Kagome--" Miroku began.

"And if you don't like it, that's tough. It's my decision to do this," she interrupted. She then spun around to glare at him. "The least you can do is respect that."

Miroku stared at the floor as the blood dripped down her back and pooled below her. He soon brought his gaze up to meet hers. "I do." Her stare was so intense that he had to drop his own once more to the floor. What had gotten into her all of a sudden? She was back to the way she had been…Before Inuyasha came. She was cold and serious, not at all like she had been for the past couple days; soft and easy going.

"Good." She sat back down and Sango soon arrived with the supplies and he cleaned her wounds. Once he was finished, Kagome found a spare outfit in a closet upstairs, slipped it on, slipped the mask on, grabbed a pistol out of a safe in his room, and left.

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Inuyasha turned the lights off and collapsed onto the bed. He had spent ten minutes getting over the initial shock of what he had done and of how Kagome had kicked him to the curb. He then spent nearly an hour cleaning up all the bloodstains that obscured the bed and the floor. Now, he was finished and tried to think of a way to go talk to Kagome.

She was pissed off and he knew it; she was as likely to kill him instead of talk to him. He rolled over onto his back. What were his options?

1) He could go to the museum -- the place she most likely went -- and explain things to Miroku and then to Kagome.

2) He could wait and see if she came back to him, apologizing for abandoning him, and beg for his help, or

3) He could hunt Naraku on his own, without her assistance.

He stared up at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the pouring rain outside and pondering over his options.

Rolling over onto his side, he decided to just work without her. He didn't need her -- a woman -- and she, obviously, didn't need him. He would kill Naraku on his own and possibly talk some sense into Kikyo. Maybe they could be happy once more, like before. Maybe he could make it work.

Note- Sorry it was so short. The next chapter should be really awesome, if I can keep these ideas in my head and get to work on it at all. Anyway, please review!