Kagome: Inuyasha! Put me down!
Inuyasha: Shut up Kagome! Inutori's gone right now, it's our chance to sneak out!
Kagome: Um, Inuyasha?
Inuyasha: What do you want now, woman?
Kagome: Inutori just walked out of the kitchen. And she looks ticked.
Inuyasha: (turning around) Wha? Bu-but…keh.
Inutori: Where did you think you were going? Hmm, Inuyasha-kun?
Inuyasha: You don't own me wench, I'm free to leave.
Inutori: Sure, rub in the facts, but just because I don't own you doesn't mean I can't keep you hostage. Now get back in the cellar! You can't come out until you and Kagome have confessed your feelings for one another!
Kagome: That is totally unfair!
Inuyasha: Keh, I don't have any feelings for this wench.
Inutori: I don't think that's true. Now get back downstairs! (picks up Inuyasha and Kagome and throw them through a metal door) That's better, now, on with the story!

Chapter 4
Found Dead

"What are you doing?" My breathing is hard and I'm not sure I can defend myself from him in the state I am in.

"I want some answers, and you're going to give them to me." His glare feels like daggers on my skin and I know I am in serious trouble. This guy is arrogant, strong, and extremely ticked off.

I swallow, not sure if I am supposed to respond to him, but also hesitant that if I don't say something he will rip me to shreds.

"Where is Kikyou?" His growl sends shivers down my spine and I can't break away from those piercing gold eyes.

"I-I don't know. She spent the night at her boyfriend's house." I barely manage to sputter out the words. How has he gotten above my lax form? He is on my bed straddling my waist and glaring down at me.

"WHAT!" His eyes seem to flash even brighter with some unknown hatred. "You mean to tell me that that wench went to Naraku's house last night!" There is something going on here that I really want to know about. I really thought that Inuyasha was Kikyou's boyfriend, then she says he isn't, then some strange guy spends the night, then he gets all mad and jealous when he finds out she spent the night at some other guy called Noraku's house (or whatever his name was). Is this confusing or what?

"Yes?" Why am I so afraid of him? And why isn't mother coming to check on me with all the racket up here?

"That idiot! What did she think she was doing? Naraku probably has the jewel and is doing who knows what with it by now!" This guy seems to be completely ignoring me as his fists clench around the sheets on my bed and he growls with anger.

"What are you talking about?" I look up at him angrily, though I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it is the fact that he is completely ignoring me while pinning me to my bed. Or maybe it is the fact that he has blocked my retreat to the bathroom to relieve my turning stomach. It could be both.

"Keh." The guy looks down at me angrily. "You should have told me last night where Kikyou was, then I could have stopped that blasted Naraku, but now…this is all your fault, wench!" His face is just inches from mine and I can hear his loud growl. Sharp fangs are bared at me and his dog-like ears are pressed down against his head. Man is he angry.

We sit here for a few moments, neither moving an inch. It is kind of awkward, but I am not about to start squirming underneath him.

The boy's head lolls towards my own and before I know it, the heavy weight of the silver-haired boy presses against my frail body. My face heats up as his head moves into the crook of my neck and his warm breath runs across my skin. Being sick, I really don't have the energy to kick him off, no matter how uncomfortable I am sitting here underneath his sleeping form.

Eventually I come to the realization that he isn't going to be waking up any time soon, so I try to relax and get the sleep that is calling to my queasy form. How did he fall asleep so easily? I don't think I'll ever know. It's one of those mysteries that plague you for all of eternity.

I must have fallen asleep. For when I open my eyes, the dog boy is sitting on my windowsill looking out over the city. Sitting up weakly, I look at him with wonder. Before, I had been too caught up in the moment to truly realize how strange his features were, yet how familiar he was at the same time.

Where have I seen him before? I try to rack my brain, but all I come up with is something with a connection to Kikyou. Cocky…strong…arrogant…no respect for personal space…cares what happens to Kikyou…possibly…

"Inu…yasha?"

He turns his head and glares at me. "What do you want, wench?" His golden eyes seem to cut daggers into my skin and I grow very uncomfortable under his gaze.

"That's your name, isn't it? Inuyasha?" I look quizzically at him, trying to read his expression, but it is useless. Trying to discern this guy's thoughts is about as easy as talking to an ant and understanding it.

I hear the doorbell ring downstairs and I pull myself out of bed weakly. Figures that mom wouldn't be home with work and such. The guy I deem as Inuyasha just looks at me with what I see as mild amusement as I wrap a blanket around me and slowly make my way downstairs.

Opening the door slowly, I am met by a man with long black hair done up in a ponytail standing with his hat in his hands. He is wearing the uniform of a police officer, and man is he cute. The bright blue eyes don't help, I'm sure.

"Is this the Higurashi residence?"

"H-hai." I really shouldn't be checking out guys, I mean, I probably look horrible right now.

"Do you know a Kikyou Higurashi?"

What's he getting at? "Hai, that's my sister."

"Well, her body was found washed up on shore just past the bridge. She's dead."

This must be some sort of joke. "You're kidding, right?" Flashes of my dream run through my head. Kikyou had fallen off a bridge after being stabbed.

"No, ma'am. I wouldn't joke with such a matter as this." The officer seems to look elsewhere, before returning his focus to me. "She was murdered. Stabbed in the heart. Forensics think that her body was dumped in the river to dispose of it."

This is all too much. I slam the door in the man's face and sink to the floor, staring blankly at the wall opposite me. Kikyou is dead, and somehow I know that my little dream wasn't just a dream, but that it was actually what happened.

Curling into a small ball, I sit there lost in my own thoughts. That is, until I am so rudely interrupted by the silver-haired stranger.

"What are you doing on the floor, wench?"

The scene in front of me comes slowly into focus and I find the boy crouching only inches in front of me, leaning forward slightly. I suppress a scream and plaster myself against the wall in fear.

"Keh, coward." He stands back up and looks down at me with a menacing expression. Was he born that way or what? All he seems to do is scowl, yell, and growl.

"I'm not a coward. You just surprised me, that's all." I stand up and brush myself off: the shock of my half-sister's death still on the surface of my mind.

"Coward." He turns and starts to walk away from me just as I feel my stomach give a lurch and I am forced to run off to the nearest bathroom.

After relieving my stomach and drinking a small glass of water, I grumble my response to his earlier comment. "Takes one to know one."

I return to my room and collapse on the bed, overtaken by my sickly fatigue. It only takes a few seconds for me to drift off to the world of imagination.

"Naraku! Get back here!" A man wearing black slacks and a dark purple shirt holds up a gun and points it at someone in the distance. "You can't run forever! I'll hunt you down till the day you die!"

After the retreating figure is entirely out of sight, the black-haired man sighs and lowers his gun, knowing that his plight is useless for now. A small binder holds his short hair back in a low ponytail and his violet eyes penetrates the room.

"Who's there?" He looks around nervously, tensing his arms and aiming his gun.

"Wench, wake up. I'm hungry." I pull to a sitting position, only to find myself nose to nose with the stranger. Immediately I fall back to my bed with a slight heat residing in my cheeks.

"I'm not your personal slave, go get yourself something." I am sick, doesn't he understand that? Honestly.

I
Do
Not
Sleep

Inutori: If you're not paying attention to the little dreams Kagome has while she's sick, than you'd better go back and read them, they do play a significant part in the future.
Kagome: Can I be unsick now?
Inutori: Unsick isn't a word, so don't ask me.
Kikyou: I can't believe you had me killed, am I really that wretched?
Kagome: Yes.
Inutori: No, I understand that the Kikyou of the series isn't the old Kikyou. Got to keep in mind that the thing that wants Inuyasha dead has little or no soul left, but only her burning hatred of the hanyou to keep her living...in a sense.
Kikyou: So then why am I dead?
Inutori: You know, if you really were dead, you wouldn't be talking to me, so go get back to the morgue where you belong. (looks at readers) Now is the time for you to leave me those nice little comments I'm so addicted to. If you'd do that, I'll be your best friend...even though I'm normally a very anti-social person and have very few friends...