Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha.

The next day I woke up to the smell of something cooking. I put on my slippers and went down stairs. When I went into the kitchen I stared in awe. In my kitchen, fixing breakfast stood a certain hanyou.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sleepily.

"Fixing you breakfast," he stated.

"And why are you fixing me breakfast?"

"Because it's the most important meal of the day," he replied with a smirk.

"Don't you think I'm capable of fixing my own breakfast?" I questioned.

"Come on. You're supposed to be thanking me, not questioning me. "

"Oh you're right, there is no way I would be able to survive if you weren't in my house fixing me food," I said dramatically.

"Come on Sis, he's fixing me breakfast too."

"You guys can eat but I have to go do some errands Mom wants done," I said before going up stares to change out of my P.J.s.

After about 10 minutes I came back down stairs. I grabbed my purse and the car keys and headed for the door but was stopped by two arms encircled around my waist.

"Need help?" Inuyasha whispered in my ear.

"If you're trying to seduce me, it's not working."

"Come on, Kagome. You gotta give me a chance," he demanded.

"You really want this don't you?"

"Yes. I've never had to try this hard for anything in my life."

What he said was true. He comes from a wealthy family and so he can have anything he wants and on top of that, every girl would die to have them as their own. He never has to try to get good grades because he already has the family business in front of him that his dad will most likely train him for when he graduates.

He must really want to prove that it wasn't him to say it, because he is drifting away from his usual self.

"Fine, you can come with," I gave in. "Only if you promise not to get in the way."

He smirked his usual Inuyasha smirk as he took the keys.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Give me back the keys."

"Nope," he said as he entered the driver's side.

I let out an aggravated sigh as I got in the passenger's side.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk?"

"Come on Kaggie, you're no fun," he said as he started the car.

"You know I don't like being called that."

"Lighten up."

That was the real Inuyasha speaking. The Inuyasha who was stubborn and persistent.

"Just drive," I said before giving him instructions as to where to go.

During the errands, Inuyasha was actually helpful. He was trying to be non-Inuyasha but his attempts were in vain. He was acting more like that Inuyasha that I fell in love with, too bad I know better this time.

After he finished helping me with the errands, it was late so he left. I went up stairs and collapsed on my bed, exhausted.

"So, what's going on with you and Inuyasha?" Souta asked while entering my room.

"We…We're trying to figure out what happened between us. He wants another chance…"

"But you're too afraid to give it to him?" Souta guessed.

"Not afraid, just cautious. I don't want to have the same thing happen to me twice," I told him as he leaned against the wall.

"You're hiding something, Kagome. I could see it, and although I'm not totally sure what it is, I know that's why you aren't letting Inuyasha at least get one last chance."

He was right, I was hiding something, but I wasn't going to let anyone ever know my secret.

Everyone thought I had it so easy. People think just 'cause I'm pretty and smart, means I don't have off days or even dark secrets. Maybe I do I have it easy, and maybe they're right. Or maybe I have all sorts of dreadful secrets that they know nothing about. People think they know me, but in fact, only two people in the entire world know me and one of them…One of them is dead.

After Souta left my room, I kept thinking of what he said.

Maybe you're doing this all out of fear.

That is what he said just before leaving.

I wasn't afraid. I was cautious. That was what I kept telling myself. Fear takes insecurity, and that is something I'm sure I don't have. I'm secure about who I am and the world around me.

Fear. Dread. Terror. They all mean the same thing and more. I know only too well about those words. I know a lot of things about being afraid. Afraid. Maybe I was afraid, and maybe I just didn't want anyone to know. I didn't want to show weakness when I was at my weakest, and that was something one of the two people who understand me told me to always believe.

He also told me though, that showing you're afraid, scared, or sad, didn't mean that you were weak but that you were strong enough to admit it. I would admit it, but no one would listen. Well, they would listen but they wouldn't hear a thing I say. Everyone thinks I'm perfect, but in no way am I even close to that because perfection, it is merely a word that means you never make mistakes, and making mistakes is being human, so why am I afraid to show my fear? I'm afraid because that will make me either more torn or whole once more, and that is a chance that I am not yet willing to take.

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