(a/n): Hello, again. Sorry for the long wait. Right now, I'm making a new policy on my fanfictions. They are rated how they are for language. Nothing more.

Choyru: Language?

(a/n): Yeah, like, instead of making Inuyasha sound Catholic (sorry, no discrimination against Catholics, just using a stereotype as an exaggeration), he can cuss a little, or a lot. Depending on my mood.

Choyru: Ahh. Hey, were is Inuyasha?

Inuyasha: (asleep on the floor mumbling something about cheese puffs and ramen)

(a/n): WAKE UP! (Inu doesn't wake up) Ah, I give up.

Disclaimer: Hence the word 'disclaimer', I don't own Inuyasha or any of its characters. =P

Inuyasha had just walked out of the guest bedroom. "Oh my gosh! Inuyasha are you okay? You look like you're about to fai-pass out!"

He smirked a little when she had almost said faint, but skipped over it with 'pass out'. "Silly wench. Men don't faint. We go to sleep on our feet."

"Yeah right. Anyway, you look like you're about to 'go to sleep on your feet'."

"Keh." He paused sniffing the air. "What's for dinner?"

"Take a guess." She rolled her eyes.

"Is that . . . ramen? I haven't had it in years!" She smiled at his childish expression. Her smile quickly turned to a frown, though. It was probably Kikyo that prevented him from eating ramen. She had always believed that is was disgusting.

"Order up!" She went back into the kitchen and served a bowl.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" he asked, eyeing the bowl.

She snorted. "The bowl is for me. The pot is for you." He glared, but to her surprise, yanked the pot of the burner of the stove, and gulped the whole thing down. "Wasn't that too hot?"

"Nope." he belched. "Ah, that was good."

"Are you gonna take over my house, steal all of my food, buy and drink a lot of beer, and only watch sports on TV, now?"

He glared. "No. But I could use that beer, now." She glared right back. "Just kidding, geeze."

"I've got to do some paperwork on a few of my tougher patients. Feel free to use the TV." He jumped up from his barstool, and leaped over to the TV. "I see you're ready for those sports games, and beer, huh? I'll be in my room."

Kagome moved over to her door, and pulled her laptop out of her carrying case and plugged it in the wall. She sat at her desk and began to work.

Hours later . . .

"Woo hoo!" The Omnomnomnoms just won the big game over the Totally Randoms. (a/n): Yes, football.) "Oh yeah!" Inuyasha walked over to the refrigerator to grab another - yes even after Kagome made fun - beer. As he passed Kagome's door he noticed that she had fallen asleep over her work. He smiled. It was good to have her back in his life, even if it was just for a while.

He moved into the room. Inuyasha picked her up bridal style, and laid her under the covers of her bed. "Gosh, it's been such a long time, hasn't it, Kagome? I just hope you don't get sucked into my crap. I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you don't get hurt in this."

"What are you talking about, Inuyasha?" she said in a groggy voice.

"Nothing. Just go back to sleep. I'll make sure your computer gets put on standby. I won't read a thing, I swear."

"Hmm, okay. Goodnight, Inuyasha."

"Goodnight, Kagome." He kissed her forehead, and pulled her covers up to her chin. She was out like a light.

He moved back to her computer. There was everything there. All the answers. He opened up a computer search, and cross-referenced 'Naraku' and 'patient'. When he didn't find that, he searched for 'Onigumo'.

He found him, and read everything Kagome knew about him. His mental status, and delusions. His feelings for her, his perverse ways. Oh, there it was. He was a rapist and murderer, and had to be chained down whenever they were in a session. That answered everything. Now, Inuyasha had a job to do. But just how could he do it?

Onigumo Naraku was evil, and blackmailing, or whatever, Inuyasha into kidnapping Kagome so that the bastard could . . . do what? Rape her, murder her? And for what? Because she rejected his advances? Naraku was just a rich half demon with a mental problem. Inuyasha needed help now that he knew who he was talking to. It was time to talk to Sesshoumaru.

(a/n): Yep, it's short as crap, but it's enough to keep you hooked until I can come up with something better.

Choyru: Whatcha gonna write about next?

(a/n): Something about Inuyasha talking to Sesshoumaru, and then when Inuyasha is going out of the apartment for something, Kagome shrieks. I dunno, I'll work something out.

Choyru: Eh, that works. For now. And before you ask, Flight, can someone please give this story a review? It doesn't matter if it's a flame, or a compliment. We'll accept either. It's constructive criticism.

(a/n): Ah, yep. (Surprised that Choyru said something before author) Review!

Inuyasha: (snorts) Huh? Where am I? (Groggy)

(a/n): Sigh, Inuyasha, you should know better than to sleep in front of the fangirl door. (reaches over his head and opens the door. Needless to say, they trampled him) Hey, those footprints say 'review'. Huh. For once I'm grateful to those scary, rabid fangirls. Anyway. Bye, bye!