Hey hey! I hope this chapter finds everyone well :) I had a super stressful week- I was given two really great job opportunities and had to make a choice on a deadline, and I think I drove everyone crazy weighing the pros and cons. I dove into writing this while procrastinating and giving my loved one a break from my (very voiced) indecision. Hope you like it!

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"You owe me, like, ten times over dude." Miroku complained as he walked through the threshold of his small, no- their-small apartment. He carried a large brown box in his hands, full of his new roommates things and set them on the counter with a loud thud. Inuyasha glanced over at Miroku and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The guy had done him a favor, a hugeone, so he had to curb his instincts to mock his best friend.

"I know, you've told me about a million times. On the way home from the hospital, this morning when you angrilymade coffee." He held up his fingers, ticking off the ways for dramatic effect. "While you were driving in the car on the way there. Walking up the damn steps to her house. On the way home, when you tried to give me every detail-"

"Because you were astoundingly uninterested!" He interrupted. "How can you not care, or-or- at the very least be a little interested in how your quasi break up went?"

Inuyasha waived him off. "Can't remember dating her, so why should I be interested in the break up?" Extra drama just for the sake of it? No thanks. His interest was on Kagome. The minute he had come home and taken a shower- a real one, with real shampoo, not the cheap shit the hospital gave out- he was dressed and ready to hunt her down. He was pretty sure Miroku laced his food with pain killers, because after he scarfed down his ramen, he became too tired to even move. Conceding that maybe, just maybehe needed some rest before he went on the hunt didn't sit well with him, but he had no other choice; it was either take it easy and get well, or pass out somewhere on the side walk and get re-admitted to that nut house they called a hospital. He placated his ego by trying to track her online, tracing her digital footprint.

Except she had none. He couldn't find her anywhere!

"It was a nightmare, just so you know." Miroku filled him in, his tone quick, snappy. "That woman is a freaking ice queen. She watched over me like a hawk without saying a word. I still have chills!" He cried, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing them for pseudo-warmth.

"I got it." He said threw his hands up in surrender. "I owe you." This time didroll his eyes before sinking back down into the cushions. But not before turning his head so his best friend couldn't see.

That would just be rude.

Inuyasha looked up at him, as if remembering for the first time that Miroku had come back with his things, and not just attempts at emotional blackmail."Hey, did you find my red hoodie? How about my old necklace, the one with the beads? Or-"

"Yesand yes." He snapped. "If you wanted an itemized list you should've just gone yourself." Miroku narrowed his eyes at his best friend, not for the first time realizing that living together was going to be an adjustment. He was happy to do it, of course, and thankful Inuyasha had made it out of his coma okay, but damn if he wasn't one of the most think headed bastards he knew. Wearily, as if the fight and stress of the day had hit him all at once, he let out a long suffering sigh. It would do no good to harp on the dog demon about Kikyo; Once Inuyasha was set on something, there was no changing his mind, and right now, he was only focused on getting Kagome back.

"I can't believe they recovered that from the crash." He said, nodding towards the phone in the demons clawed hands. "Your bike was completely totaled, but amazingly, your phone wound up without a scratch."

The dog demon grunted as he examined case. "It's the otterbox. Nothing breaks this shit. Best 35 dollars you'll ever spend."

"I would've taken your word without a near death demonstration." He mocked. Inuyashas focused was back on the phone, and clearly unhappy. "Any luck?" He questioned, his tone considerably less edgy.

"I cant find her on facebook." He complained. "Or Instagram, snapchat. Anything! Its like she disappeared!"

"Did you really think you'd be communicating or sharing memes after the horrific break up you had?"

"Horrific?" He echoed. "Wh-"

"Nope." Miroku held up his hand, effectively cutting off his question. "Not going down that rabbit hole. All I'm saying is she hasn't gone MIA. She's just blocked you."

The demon knit his brows together as he considered Mirokus words, running his tongue over his sharp fang before he spoke. "If you know that," he said, "that means you have her on social media. She hasn't blocked you."

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Miroku firmly told him no. No way was he going to let Inuyasha just peruse though his phone so he could stalk his ex. He drew the line at being an accomplice to a misdemeanor. Complaining that he was hot and sweaty, and above all, irritated, he was going to take a shower to cool off; Miroku disappeared into his room, retrieving a spare change of clothes and a towel- and no phone.

He had left it on his nightstand, plugged into the charger, never thinking that his best friend would invade his space like that; Inuyasha was someone who valued privacy, and although stubborn, respected a boundary when one was given. That's why he was so shocked to see the dog demon sitting crossed legged on his bed, red flannel pajamas a sharp contrast to his crisp white sheets, face pale as a ghost. Inuyasha must have heard him turn the shower knob, letting the water come to a stop, the click of the door handle opening, his footsteps steadily approaching the door; but he never moved, made no effort to hide it. When he finally looked Mirokus way, he swallowed hard.

"She has a boyfriend."