READERS! I must warn you, all my chapters are going to be unedited. This means that I will not read them over. The only thing that I will edit is the spelling. So all of my work is original, coming straight from my mind and onto the computer. I would like you to review to give me your ideas on how I could write better. I would appreciate it!

These chapters are going to be relatively short!

This strange, new drug intoxicated InuYasha in a way the even alcohol couldn't produce. A new energy that far exceeded anything from the life he could not remember, and did not care to remember. All he knew is that this energy, distinctly wild and free, pleased him.

He was able to concentrate on his next task, capturing some girl. The only thing that numb is mind were the strong smells that leaked into powerful nose. Rich vanilla and hazelnut was emanating from the small, fox boy. Medical herbs stung InuYasha's nose that was produced from the monk. Heavenly flowers were distinctively the smell of the female demon slayer. And the one that shocked him most, the smell of fresh fruits, like apples, oranges, and peaches, was the strongest of all. And they came from the girl. All these new smells hit him in the face as they came into view.

InuYasha took off at an immense speed. He was quicker, much quicker, than he was in his past life. Miroku, the monk, was the only one to notice his speeding figure; he was simply to fast for the untrained eyes. He stopped a few feet away from the group, Kagome being at the very back. His face was twisted into a menacing grin, but that seemed not to bother Kagome.

"InuYasha!" Kagome cried, her voice ringing velvety smooth a honey-like in his ultra-sensitive ears. She pushed to the front of the group, but Miroku, smelling the unique change in him, lashed out and caught Kagome's arm.

"Wait," He whispered carefully, not removing his eyes from InuYasha. Kirara, little as she was, brought her upper body close to the ground and growled; her vanilla-coated fur standing on its ends. Sango could also smell the difference and the presence of a demonic aura. How could Kagome not? Sango's face a tense and ready. "He's not the same…" Sango muttered.

This made InuYasha's twisted grin even more menacing. Shippo squeaked out InuYasha's name. Kagome watched him tentatively, her expression changing from relief to terror.

"InuYasha," She uttered. In one simple movement, all of the bones in InuYasha cracked. His eyes were the only thing that stood out to Kagome. She ripped from Miroku's grasp and took one tiny step forward. "What…did she do to you?"

Pure pleasure is what InuYasha felt, ripping Kagome away from the group and into his arms. It was strange, touching her. He could both hear and feel her heat jump into action. Continuingly pumping the blood through her veins as fast as it could, releasing the adrenaline into her system.

Miroku charged out, a sutra ready in his hands, InuYasha moved quick enough to avoid the paper entirely. Sango readied her boomerang, intending to tap InuYasha in the back of the head hard enough to knock him cold. He ducked and again entirely avoided the attack, he kicker her knees, sending her backwards.

He silently cursed the woman; he wanted so badly to torture these humans until they begged for their lives, especially this girl. He dreamt of ways to torture her; he was already enjoying her sweet scream that sound so velvety smooth. All the while, he was dodging attacks.

Before anything else could happen, InuYasha fled. His arm was wrapped tightly around Kagome's waist as she struggled. Getting sick of her human attempts, he stopped his speedy sprint and slammed her into his rock-hard chest, squeezing her tightly with both arms. He stood there for a moment, the squeezing become increasing tighter and more painful. It was getting harder to breathe for Kagome as her insides were being squished between what felt like two metal walls. She let out one more noticeably painful breath and collapsed, limp in his arms.

InuYasha picked her limp body up, and proceeded to head back to the woman. For one split second, he though about forgetting the woman and torturing the one he had in his arms. The ways of torture were still fresh on his mind. But an intense burning in his fingers quickly made him decide it would be best not to deceive this woman. She obliviously had a control over him.