Inutori: Sorry this took so long. And just as a forewarning, future chapters may have large gaps between updates. I'm trying to catch up in school right now, as well as recover from illness.
Gem: I hate being sick.
Inutori: I know you do, because you're me.
Sagi: That made absolutely no sense.
Gem: So what?
Inutori: I don't own Inuyasha, so don't sue me.
Sagi: Even if they did sue you, you'd win because of how scary you can be at times: they'd run away crying for their mommy.
Inutori: That's Gemini, not me
Gem: But I am you, and you are me, so if I'm terrifying, you're scary.
Sagi: (pointing at Gemini) She's creeping me out.
Gem: Sounds like your problem.

Chapter 6
Mikotu Inuyasha

My dreams have been getting weird as of late; the last one was about Kikyou coming back from the dead. Man was that creepy. And I thought she was evil when she was alive.

But after staying home for twenty-four hours, I do feel a lot better than before.

Yawning, I stand up, ready to begin a new day. The third full day of living in this strange house. I still need to unpack though. My box of clothes is cut open, so I dig through it quickly and pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

When I open the door to go downstairs, a pair of golden eyes meet me. It nearly makes me jump out of my socks as I look at the scowling face of my strange guest. Memories of yesterday flash through my mind and I too am scowling. I still don't get this whole 'intergalactic prince' junk. What kind of bizarre lie is that? Maybe I should call the authorities to try and find the asylum he escaped from.

But, no, my mother believes him, or at least appears to, and I don't need her locked up in the padded room next to this freak.

Thinking about the last 24 hours, I realize my story is turning into a cruddy retelling of Star Wars. Next, the bad guy will turn out to be my father that I never knew and…better stop there, no need to jinx myself.

The jerk-face and I must have been staring at each other for quite sometime because when my thoughts float back to reality, mom is yelling impatiently up the stairs for us to come to breakfast. I shrug past the lard blocking most of my doorway and drag myself downstairs to the kitchen.

If I weren't still recovering from being ill I'd probably have skipped breakfast and gone outside to practice some kendo; but I know that I am still unhealthy and that proper nutrition will be necessary. So I sit down at the table with a little reluctance and pour myself a glass of orange juice with one hand, the other reaching for the stack of pancakes set out. How I love to multitask.

Inuyasha (is that his name? I don't quite remember) comse down the stairs a few seconds later and glares steadily at me. I'm seriously beginning to wonder if he is going through PMS (who knows, guys could go through it too). But oh well, that's not really any of my business.

He ss down at the table right across from me and makes sure to 'bump' my shin rather forcefully with his clawed foot. OK, so maybe him having problems with PMS isn't my business, but his purposely getting on my every nerve IS my business.

If my mother weren't standing behind me at the kitchen counter, I swear I'd be in his face this instant pummeling him like there was no tomorrow. Which, for him, there hopefully wouldn't be.

Man, I'm barely fifteen and I'm already going senile, how sad and pathetic is that? Kikyou must have gotten to me.

That made me frown. Kikyou. Why was she killed? All this junk that is being thrown at me seems so bizarre, yet at the same time, I find myself believing it halfway. Maybe I am going crazy too?

"You're not going to school today, honey." My mother's voice from behind startles me slightly, and I drop my fork back on my plate to clatter against it noisily.

"Nani? Kaa-san, what do you mean? I'm feeling much better." I turn to look at her, and I am surprised to find a stern look covering her features. My life is getting weirder by the minute.

A week ago I probably would have thought it was the end of the world the day my mother actually looked serious. But yesterday…and now today? She must be on something to have changed so drastically.

"You heard me, Kagome. Today, you'll be going with Inuyasha-sama."

I turn slowly, a scowl covering my features once again as I meet with Inuyasha's cocky grin. "This must be some sort of sick joke." I cover my face with a hand. Perhaps I'm still sick and this is all some sort of made up reality brought on by my fever. But then again, things never are what we want them to be.

"No joke, wench. You're going to get me the Shikon no Tama, even if it costs you your life." Inuyasha's voice is filled with this annoying smugness that I just want to stuff a sock in. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he wanted me to die just for the sake of watching me suffer.

"Forget it. I'm not going anywhere with this idiot." I stand up, leaving my half-eaten breakfast on the table, and head for the door. My jacket is pulled from the coat rack by the door and I slip on my tennis shoes in one fluid motion. Today is not my day, for before my hand touches the doorknob, my arm is jerked back painfully and I'm forced to turn and look at the silver-haired freak of nature.

He is glaring coldly at me like I am the scum of the earth, so I return the look gladly. "Where do you think you're going, wench?"

"Away from you, dog-breath." I pull my arm out of his grip with a hard yank and quickly make my exit, not wanting to be in that house with HIM any longer.

Unfortunately, I am only spared his presence a matter of a few seconds, for he is soon crouched in front of me, flexing his claws dangerously. "Wench, you'll do as I say, or I'll have your head on a silver platter."

"Ooh, what a threat." I roll my eyes, hiding the fear building in my heart. His claws are sharp and strong, and I am well aware of what he could do to me with them.

He stands up and disappeas from my sight, reappearing behind me with his claws pressed against my neck a second later. "That wasn't a threat, that was an order." His hot breath feels like fire on my ear, and I know that if I could see his eyes, they'd be burning with hatred.

I nod quickly, wanting the pressure off of my neck, and with my movement, he obliges. "Why do you need me, anyway?"

"Because you can feel the jewel's presence. I can't."

"So, the big tough prince can't even do something as simple as sense spiritual powers?" I force a smile, trying to lighten the situation for myself. I really hate having a serious attitude. Perhaps that comes about because of being raised by a carefree woman and a senile old man…who knows?

I
Do
Not
Sleep

Inutori: Short chapter, I know, but I am sick, and I am busy, so give me a break. At least I updated, ne?
Sagi: Yeah, but it took you long enough.
Inutori: Your point being?
Sagi: You made everyone, including myself, wait for this chapter for WAY too long.
Gem: Once again, it sounds like your problem.