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Chapter 12: Visits

She sat on the bed, an enlightened look gently placed on her face. A bandage was wrapped tightly around her forehead; miniscule scarlet specks were scattered on the right side. Wires seemed to be coming out of her, attached to a noisy heart monitor. She was white in color as well. She wasn't the creamy sort of pale; no, this was white like paper, leaving darker rings around her eyes.

He opened his mouth to talk, but the words had gotten stuck on the way out. He couldn't force them to leave the safety of his throat, but it didn't matter, her tongue was quicker than his.

"I'm fine, but I don't see what you're doing here… Kid-o," she said, shifting her eyes over to him. He swallowed hard. He couldn't figure out how she was being so calm when he was so nervous. He didn't understand what disease or fracture she was going through, but it sounded terrifying; something people should be afraid of. Yet she was sitting there with her hands placed in her lap watching him through thick glasses, calm eyes magnified through the specks of her bifocals.

"I wanted to see you, that's all… I was… I … was-"

"Worried? Are you still going on with that phony love story? Humph! Do I really look that dim-witted to you?" she said weakly.

InuYasha watched her for a moment, thinking of a good comeback. She may have been sick, but he still had his pride. He would make words leave his mouth this time. He licked his lips absentmindedly. They were smooth, like always. Unlike Kagome, he took care of his beauty.

"Who said love? I said I liked you, I never said anything about love," he explained crossly, folding his arms over his chest.

"You're sure pissy, what crawled up your face whole and died?" she asked, a hint of amusement present in her voice.

He ground his teeth at her tone. He had raced to get here and all she could do was laugh. He had even lied about their connection. 'Boyfriend, ya right,' he thought. She was stepping on all the wrong nerves.

"The same thing that bit your ass!" he shot back. She snorted, but then became serious. Her eyes settled like calm waters.

"I think you should leave, you obviously don't want to be here confession boy," she told him with a shrug of her shoulders.

"What are you talking about? I want to be here! You're just making it hard for me to have a damn conversation with you!" he blurted out before he could fine-tune the sentence.

She narrowed her eyes at him; he could make the glare out through the glasses.

"You think I don't know that?" she spat, her heart monitor starting to beep faster. He swallowed hard; he knew something was wrong now. "InuYasha, you're the one that did this to me, I don't really want to talk out my problems with you at the moment."

He frowned, his senses numbing out all the singes to stop the argument before it became heated. He yelled back, "My fault! How is this my fault?"

"How? How is this your fault you ask?" she paused for a moment, her breath became staggered, but she forced a mouthful of air down into her lungs so she could continue. She gripped her hands into fist before jumping out of her bed; she wouldn't sit and argue with him. She would get in his face about this, thankfully, the needle that was taped to her forearm hadn't been pulled out… yet. "I'll tell you how! You're making me worry if you're telling me the truth about how you really feel. Even a person with the most common sense could become bewildered after someone tells them that they like them," she spat venom at him. Her cheeks were flushed from being angry and her eyes held life, fiery and fierce life. She was panting heavily and her heart monitor was going at such a pace that it was almost a solid beeeeep, almost.

"I'm confused you bastard! I want you out of my life!" she shrieked. "I can't deal with you! You're too much for me!"

He watched her for a moment; he had just seen her spill out her torment. It was like watching the contents of her head spill onto the white floor. He swallowed the thoughts down with difficulty.

He opened his mouth to say something, but words wouldn't come out. His throat had dried up and his tongue was swollen. His mind was blank, he couldn't configure a sentence.

She smirked, flipping a strand of hair out of her flushed face, "Amazed that I have emotions, Kid-o?"

He shook his head, placing his hands on her shaking shoulders. He could see something on the edge of her eye that he'd never seen before. Her eyes looked like they were drowning. She looked… lonely now in this white room. She looked…unhappy? More like forced to be happy, maybe?

"You look sad," he thought aloud, this only caused a snort to come from her. She looked away, shaking his hands off her and walking to her bed. She felt exhausted, peeled of all energy with what she had just done.

InuYasha scowled at what she had done. What was she hiding from him?

"How could I be sad? I have everything others would want; it would be selfish to be miserable," she said dryly.

"It doesn't change the fact that you're sad," he said, looking solemnly at her.

"I don't understand why you're doing this still," she replied. He began to recite why he was doing this. A curtain had draped itself over the initiative reason he was here. In this room, waiting on her every heart beat that passed through the wires.

'For the bet, for the bet, for the bet,' he replayed, but the words started to slow down to stutters after a moment, was that really why? 'For… the… for her…?

"I wish I could tell you," he replied. His sensitive hearing heard her breath hitch. She didn't really do that, right?

"You should leave," she said, bowing her head, looking away. He could smell a new element in the thick air. It smelled like nothing he had ever smelled before.

"P-please tell Miroku to visit tomorrow," she murmured out, her voice giving her away. She couldn't hold the sobs back anymore; they were fighting like Spartans. They stabbed at her heart, at her thought, leaving her weak.

InuYasha nodded his head and left. That sound would surely haunt his dreams that night.

Is it lame? Is it? I don't know, but I think something is finally forming with those two?