Love and Responsibility

I was extremely please with your wonderful reviews! Thanks so much for the encouragemnet guys! Oh, I don't not claim to have like the orginal idea of this chapter title. I got the idea from the book Memoirs of a Geisha. The title fits perfect for this chapter.

Warning: Sexual Content; Offensive Language; Violence

Rating: M for Mature

Couple: Inuyasha and Kagome (Based)

Miroku and Sango

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters associated with the series.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Recap: She fell back, slowly loosing conciousness. 'What will happen to me?' She didn't know and honestly she was afraid of learning. She heard the footsteps very close. Kagome knew the man was standing over her. She had expected him to do something to her, but he didn't. He just snatched the bag from her hand and grumbled something about it only being sweets. She than heard him retreating.

After that Kagome could no longer register anything. She was just gone... in a sleep.

End Recap

Chapter 5: Memoirs Of A Miko

Buzz, buzz. Everything seemed dark and much to quiet. The only sound the could be heard was the distant ring of a heart monitor and the aggravating buzzes of a fly nearby. The priestess rested upon a stiff bed. She, ever so slowly, awoke from a long sleep. 'What's… happening?' Her mind stuttered. She felt fatigued, with a severe headache.

"Where...?..." She couldn't breathe out the rest. She forced her eyes open, regretting it thoroughly when her eyes began to burn with such an intensity that she nearly cried. She reclosed her eyes much tighter than they had been originally. 'To bright...' She moaned, being more careful this time when it came to lifting her lids.

After a few seconds she was able to fully hold her brown orbs open and scan the room. The first thing she noticed was the small group of people all huddled together in one corner. 'Who...?' One of the three was old with wrinkles and white hair, while another was just the oposite: young, with not a wrinkle in site. The third was the only female of the three. She rested in the middle of the two. She was probably about thirty-five or so. All of them seemed so familiar to her, yet they just wouldn't register in her mind.

"Ugg..." She moaned, the pain in her head refusing to leave her be. It was utterly tormenting her in her frail state.

This girl felt so entirely perplexed, she was honestly shocked she wasn't sweating tears of confusion! Where was she? What had happened to her? Who were these people? Who was she?

She twisted her neck, allowing her to face in the opposite direction of the small group of people. She was surprised to see yet another person. He looked much more... odd... then the others. With his red haori, baseball cap, and silver hair... The girl was unsure what she should think of him. Like the others he did have a familiar aura to him.

"Miss. Higurashi, you've awoken...?" A deep voice came from the front of the room. Kagome breathed in pain, as she looked towards a male doctor. He was clothed in white, carrying a clip board in one hand, and a look of awe on his face. He was an unfamiliar person.

What had he called her? Miss. Higurashi? Was that her name?

"Oh..." She must have sounded so blank, so empty, but she had nothing to say. Everything was so new to her, yet so ancient all at once.

"'Oh?' How are you feeling Miss. Higurashi? I don't assume you feel all that swell after that blow you took to your head..." He mumbled on for a little while longer. Kagome picked up dribs and drabs. "Thank heavens that civilian found you... a coma... two weeks... as soon as you were identified... phone call... family... and here you are..." He paused, apparently realizing she wasn't catching everything. He stepped forward. "I suppose that you're not doing well enough to understand what I'm saying just yet." He frowned.

"She's awake?" Someone else spoke up in the room. Kagome hadn't the slightest idea as to which one of the others had began speaking. A small array of excitement-filled voices crowded together. Her mind was not strong enough to take it all in at once. In fact, she barely took in a single word.

Before she knew it, Kagome was feeling jammed. She winced. There was to much noise, to many people trying to speak with her at the same time. They all stood around her. She could see their mouths moving up and down, but only faintly.

"Stop... please..." It came out in a whisper. None of them seemed to hear her. She was all they were focusing on, but why was she invisible to them? She didn't get it at all!

"Shut up." The silver-haired, strange boy spoke up. "She told us to stop..." He had heard her? She became more hopeful when the others stopped their speaking.

"She needs her space, please step back." The doctor ordered the group away from the miko. "It's possible that the injury has caused farther damage then first presumed. She's acting... well she's not becoming fully... conscious as soon as I expected her too."

"What are you saying?" The single female spoke up, with a voice of concern. "Is she going to be alright?"

"We can't be certain..."

"What the hell does that mean? Will she be okay or not?" Obviously this silver-haired person was an aggressive type. Kagome's eyes focuses solely on him. He interested her, not just his look, but the way he seemed to hear her when the others couldn't, the way his voice became laced with worry and aggression at the same time.

"Who are you?" Immediately everyone was quiet, the whispers of the wind seemed to stop in their tracks just the same. "What is your name?"

"What?..." Inuyasha looked down at her and into her bewildered eyes. "It's me... Inuyasha..." His heart started racing in an unbridled manner. Golden eyes stared down and deep into Kagome's chocolate ones.

"Amnesia..." The doctor muttered.

A few days passed and it was confirmed. The injury to Kagome's skull had caused a case of amnesia. She had forgotten everything about her family and the feudal era. All memories were swept away to the deepest corner of her mind. Over time, she would just have to find them, for if she didn't, she would never be the same old Kagome again.

She sat in the car, riding away from the hospital she had been recovering in for the past weeks. She watched it get farther and farther away from her. Where was she going now? They told her home, but what was her home? She fretted to know.

On one side of her sat a boy named Sota, apparently he was her younger brother, and on the other side of her sat Inuyasha, a friend. In the two front seats her mother and her grandfather sat. She didn't remember a single one of them.

"How long do you think it will be before Kagome remembers us?" Sota leaned forward, towards his driving mother. She kept her eyes on the road and answered in as blissful a tone as she could manage.

"I'm sure it won't be much longer. It could take a couple days or even a couple weeks. The doctor said that she would remember piece by piece, or something could trigger it and it could all come swarming back at once..."

"I hope she remembers soon..."

"We all do."

Kagome looked over towards the ever quiet Inuyasha. He simply stared out the window, watching the cars pass by and the buildings left in their wake. He was obviously deep in thought. 'He looks so sad... they all do.'

The priestess looked down towards her cold hands, wishing she could help their depression disappear. Suddenly she saw them gripping to something red. As quick as she'd seen the red, she'd seen it go. 'That color...' Kagome looked towards Inuyasha's haori. 'It's the same.' The miko moved her hand over, gathering up courage. She placed it on Inuyasha's haori. He turned quickly, surprised.

"Hmm?" Inuyasha himself was beyond miserable. He kept blaming himself. If only her hadn't left. If he'd stayed and protected her, his mate, she'd still remember who he was. He was scared. Every bone in his body feared that she would never recall just who he was and just what had happened between the two of them, only two weeks earlier...

He watched her. She stared down at her hand, which was now gripping onto his sleeve. She seemed engrossed in the sight before her. What was so alluring about his haori?

"It's exactly the same..." At some point in time, she had gripped onto this same haori. 'When? Why?' She pulled her hand away and rested it back on her lap. She frowned, realizing that she wasn't going to know that answer to that just yet. The doctor told her she needed time. She was willing to wait, as long as she did remember.

A short chapter. I know and I apologize. Please don't worry about how the plot is going. A long long time ago, when I first wrote this, I had Kagome lose her memory at a later point in the story, but I've switched it around a little. I hope you enjoyed!