Haruhi distanced herself from everyone the rest of the day. She could feel Kagome's eyes boring her every time she saw her. Haruhi had a feeling that Kagome was mad that Haruhi could control Inuyasha too… which was not her intent at all. Haruhi stuck by the river for a long time… "Why couldn't I just have kept my stupid mouth shut?" she muttered to herself.

"Don't ask me…" said Miroku, who was passing by. He settled down next to Haruhi who had her head buried on her knees. (A/N: She's sitting with her knees up… you know, the fetal position, lol). "Why are you beating yourself up about it?"

She glanced at Miroku, wondering if she could trust him or not. "It's nothing."

"If it was nothing you wouldn't be sitting over here, alone." She was in awe for a moment, the monk had not seemed to be very insightful when she first met him.

"I just think that I am causing more trouble than I'm worth…" Miroku nodded, and didn't say anything back. He couldn't really change her mind about what she felt about herself. So, he just sat there and kept her company.

"I… I should go." muttered Haruhi, standing up. She walked towards the town and she grabbed the fan she had remade. She tucked it into it's holster and walked up to the rest of the group, who was sitting outside of Kaede's hut. Inuyasha had hit Shippo and Kagome was scolding him for it. Sango was petting Kilala who was purring on her lap…

"Thank you for helping me." She said, bowing politely. "But, I'll be on my way now." She turned away and started to walk out of town. Everyone was silent, not really expecting that… They had kinda gotten used to her… everyone except Kagome at least, who still had that bad feeling in her gut. She waved over her shoulder, smirking, yelling, "Nice meeting you, dog breath!"

"Ha, as if, flea bag!" yelled Inuyasha. She smiled again and kept on walking. (A/N We will be following Haruhi until said otherwise… so just imagine what everyone else is doing!)

She walked around for a while… Not sure where to look next. It started to get dark and she climbed up a tree, leaning back on the trunk as she observed everything happening. Most would think that she would sleep, grateful for rest, but she couldn't manage it. Haruhi kept watch, ready for battle.

After about fifteen minutes of that constant watch, she heard something rustling in the bushes. She tensed up as she leaned forward, peering through the mass of vegetation. She gripped the fan with a blade as her eyes searched for whatever was hiding…

A person, dressed in a white fur shawl thingy and a baboon mask walked out. Haruhi's breathing increased rapidly as she prepared to kill him. Him… the one that had taken everything that mattered, everything she could offer… Naraku.

"Now now, Haruhi… let's not be rash now, shall we?" spoke Naraku calmly.

"Heh, if by rash you mean ripping your head off of your body as we speak, then I guess I could kill you slower." growled Haruhi, jumping down from the tree, landing in a stance that just radiated hatred. She fanned open her fan swiftly.

"You really must learn to be patient, Haruhi."

"And you really have to learn to die." hissed Haruhi. "Enough with this mindless chatter, time to die."

She lunged towards him with lightening speed, but he moved just a second quicker than she did. She gasped as he disappeared before her eyes. He appeared behind her and she swiped again, missing him by a fraction of a millisecond this time.

"I'm impressed… You're fast."

"I'm impressed your still alive!" She yelled, a drop of sweat rolling off her face as she attacked again. And again, and again. He kept on dodging her. "Fight back, god damn it!" Shouted Haruhi.

"Aw, are you getting frustrated? Shall I just finish you off right now?" He reached out with his claw and scratched a long cut down her face. "Or shall we play this game some more?" He punched her swiftly in the stomach, making her double over in pain.

"You piece of…" she hissed, clutching her stomach.

He knelt down beside her. "I'm afraid it's your turn to die…" laughed Naraku cruelly, placing his hand over her forehead, fingering the jewel shard. "You've escaped death far too long now… and let's face it… you have been breathing much too long for my taste."

"No!" She screamed as she scratched him, which he, surprisingly, wasn't prepared for. He backed off for a moment as she grabbed the fan again and swiped his face again, destroying the baboon mask. She held the blade to his throat, grazing the skin. "You bitch…" muttered Naraku. "You're out of breath now… let me fix that for you!" He grabbed her around the throat, squeezing it menacingly. "Aw… looks like I've stolen your breath." He laughed evilly, his cold black eyes boring through her innocent purple ones.

"N-n-never…" gasped Haruhi, struggling to stay conscious. She dropped her fan to the ground, it floating to the ground gracefully as she felt her hand go limp by her side… her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, begging for air. She squeaked out her last threat as a tear slid down her cheek.

At the very moment she let the tear slide down her cheek, someone cloaked in red ran through the trees and held a sword to Naraku's head. "Let go of her… now." threatened a voice Haruhi recognized… but she was a little bit occupied at the moment to try and figure it out.

She felt the hands on her throat loosen up and drop her on the ground, where she gasped for air. Her hands clutched the ground just to be able to have something to hold onto for support. She opened her eyes and the world seemed to be spinning… people were talking… shut up please….

She saw the figure that was Naraku stand up and look at the person holding a sword to his head. "Kill me." He said, completely calm and collected. She struggled to stand up and give him a piece of her mind…. But her legs wouldn't work… Great time for your body to fail.

The red figure ran his sword through Naraku and her breath caught in her throat… but deep inside she knew it was just a puppet… Just another fake minion to do Naraku's dirty work. She spat on the ground, as if that was enough to show her distaste towards Naraku.

The red figure walked up to her and kneeled before her, examining what was wrong. She still couldn't see properly and was gasping for air… but she had a better control of things. Her hands had stopped clutching at the ground and she heard him ask, "Are you okay?"

"Y-y-yeah… he got away…" She gasped… not knowing who the hell she was talking to. She sighed and closed her eyes… falling into a deep sleep.

She woke up later that night, with a fire burning in front of her. She squirmed a little bit, trying to get comfy… She yawned… cuddling into… what was she cuddling into? She yelped as she realized she was cuddling into a sleeping Inuyasha! "How the hell did he find me!?" She asked herself. His ears twitched when she spoke, so she opted for silence… as not to wake him. She studied him closely, the only light was the fire which was crackling peacefully. He didn't look as mean when he was sleeping… almost nice. Almost!

She smiled and curled closer to him, enjoying the first real human contact (other than fighting) since she lost her memory. Haruhi decided to enjoy it while she could… she wouldn't be able to stay with him again… she kept on making life hard for Inuyasha, which wasn't her intent. Although, it was fun to argue with him… she had nothing to give him for saving her all those countless times.