Chapter 2:

Inuyasha had been asleep leaning against the wall of Kiede's hut when a disturbing scent crept into his nose. His eyes shot open as he instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword. The sound of his companions stirring from the slumber could be heard from behind him.

"What is it Inuyasha?" Miroku asked noticing the hanyou's sudden alertness.

"I smell blood. And lots of it." He said as he stood up and made for the flap of the hut.

"Whose blood is it?" Sango inquired, wondering why Inuyasha would be so agitated so early in the morning.

"If I'm right, then I hope I'm not too late." He said as he flew out of the hut.

The scent was stinging his nose, there was so much of it. He was running so fast towards the well that he almost tripped on the wet grass.

'Why would I smell Kagome's blood? She's not even supposed to be back for another couple of days, and I didn't smell any demons in the area.' He thought concerned for his companion, and at the same time, very confused…

The smell was getting stronger and almost intoxicating. He was almost there. He could see the well.

"Oh my God! Kagome!" He yelled as he saw her body lying outside the well. He ran over to her and knelt down to pick her up, but hesitated. His face showed horror. Kagome had a huge gash in her wrist and many more cuts covering her blood-stained arm.

"Wh-Wha…Why? No…" He corrected himself " Kagome wouldn't do this to herself. It must've been a demon. But then why did she come back so early?" He said quietly, trying not to show his tears of false ignorance. He picked her up in his arms. Hoping that she was still alive.

"Hold on Kagome." He said angrily. "We'll be back at Kiede's hut in no time."

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'Oww…my head…Ow! My arm!' Kagome felt extremely light-headed and sick. What had happened? Where was she? She slowly opened her eyes and her blurred vision became clear. She was in the Feudal Era. But why? What had happened? Why did her arm hurt so much? She noticed that she was alone and looked down at her throbbing numb arm. Fear stabbed her heart and settled in her stomach. The events of the night before came flooding into her mind in flashes. She grabbed her bandaged arm and winced in pain. How could she have done it again? Then a wave of fear swept over her like a bucket of acid. 'What if Inuyasha knows? What'll I tell him? What'll I tell Sango, Miroku and Shippou? I was attacked by a demon. Yes. That's It. I came back because I was done with all my tests. Oh shit! What if they don't believe me? Stick to my story of course…I'm not that stupid! Well maybe I am…I did do this to myself…' She shook her head in disgust. 'Never again. Never! I'm So STUPID!'

"Oh, you're awake." Inuyasha was standing in the doorway to the hut.

" Yeah…" She said, not looking at him.

She noticed he was still staring at her.

"What? Quit staring at me!" She yelled. He still just stood there. Staring at her. His face emotionless.

" So what happened?" He said tonelessly, not moving anything but his lips.

"Nothing. A demon attacked me is all. Not the first time that's happened!" She said with a fake-smile.

"Sure." He said as he knelt down to her level on the mat. "Are you going to tell me the truth voluntarily or do I have to start guessing correctly?"

A/N Hi i am going to the cuntry for a week so last chapter till i get back. thanks to all the people how have revewed and readed the story.

This a/n has not been spelled chect becuase i am writing it on ff Edit/Preview: and i whanted to get the second chap out befor i go whell i am going to go pack.

Ho have a know modouw me and my friemd hippy have 3 here is may faverit.

What is the pount in liveng if EVERYTHING can hert you and little can mack you happy or help you.

Meand Hippy have been called meny names my personel faverit is Devil whitch is what my ex is call me and people at my school that

i scear. tell me your epenyoun on this modow and donet forget i am defintlly not like most people so doint think throw a normell persons bran think of a magertone boy in black and blue and has a magher photgrafic memory.

Bye for now (noting good in the woreld in my openyoun)