A/N: So yes, I did minor remodeling in the past chapters. Again, the consequences of writing without thinking. But do feel free to review.
Disclaimer Inuyasha does not belong to me; Rumiko Takahashi is lucky.
Chapter 3; Noggin
Inuyasha grumbled, wondering who in the hell did he piss off to get stuck in this mess.
Kagome sniffled, her head bobbing, swinging, twisting, and basically not holding still at all! She was the one who had pounded at his door at freaking three o'clock in the morning, asking him to "perform surgery" on her beloved "noggin". He had been so tempted to simply slam the door shut in her face, but she just wouldn't shut up and stop her drunk bawling.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the big brown eyed puppy look she threw him.
Absolutely nothing at all…
…which is why she was currently hopped on his bathroom counter, quite persistently moving her head about.
"Will you fucking hold your head still?" Inuyasha yelled in frustration. Kagome snapped her head up to look at him. The drunk, half-lidded gaze she had seemed to have been frightened away; now she just seemed…tired.
"Sorry." He grumbled, completely caught off-guard not only by her eyes, but by how much they affected him. "It's harder to check your wound when you keep moving your head."
She nodded and quietly put her head down so he could see the wound caused by her drunken dancing on the stairwell.
"Look, I'm not a doctor, but it just looks to be a nasty cut. You may have a concussion. I say go to the hospital to be sure."
"I can't." Kagome whimpered as she touched her head. "I was just there the other day. My insurance thinks that I'm trying to scam them so I'm currently in a legal battle with them, which I can't even afford and is being fought by my roommate lawyer. My meager salary isn't enough to cover even medicine so I gotta tough it out until this is over."
During her entire babble (a word that seems to be synonymous with this pesky neighbor of his), Inuyasha noticed that her face scrunched up and that she picking at her wound. Gently, he removed her hand, which stopped her mid-babble. She looked at him as he took a bandage and placed it on the cut on her forehead. Ignoring the tingles in his fingers from where they touched her, he began to clean up the mess around them.
"Alright. Well, don't go to sleep then, just in case."
Kagome nodded; Inuyasha scratched his head, unsure of how to ever-so gently tell her to go away so he can sleep. She hopped off the counter and practically sauntered into the living room, plopping herself on the couch and turning on the television.
"What the hell are you doing wench?" his nickname for her didn't even seem to faze her anymore as it had in the beginning. She stretched and yawned. "Don't go to sleep!"
"I know that!" she snapped at him. Her hard demeanor softened when he looked taken back by her harsh tone. "You said I needed to stay up, so you gotta help me stay up. My roommate's gone and my apartment's too cozy."
"Feh. Why the fuck should I?" he grumbled, crossing his arms. "It's not like it's my fault your clumsy ass fell down the staircase."
"My ass was drunk, not clumsy." She corrected him. He raised his eyebrow at her and she turned away from him. "My ass isn't good with gravity."
"Keh. You don't say." He muttered. "And just where in the hell is your roommate that she's never around?"
Kagome shrugged and turned back to the television. Inuyasha sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to another, unsure of what to do. Rarely did he ever find himself with an injured beautiful woman who forced her way into his apartment in the middle of the night.
Wait, no, not beautiful.
Not that she wasn't pretty 'cause she is—
"Are you going to stay there all night, grumbling to yourself, or are you going to join me?" Kagome's voice cut straight through his thoughts. He looked at her and smiled, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to her.
"By the way, do you have any apple juice?"
