Okay, I'm sorry, but I decided to change somethings. I could'a been a bitch about it and not told you and you'd have to second guess junk… so… I changed it. read it please… even though most of its pretty much the same…

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Move On

Chapter 17: We Get Along

She lay in bed motionless, thinking about tomorrow. She had nothing to look forward to. Her mother was angry with her and people that she knew were now memories due to be burned. To top off this lonely and bleak future, her chest hurt. It hurt more than her swelling cheek. Not in a way that predicted an attack, but a way that she couldn't recall ever having.

She continued to watch the miserable ceiling until she heard a tap on her window. She slowly moved her eyes to see what it was. She caught the sight of amber demon eyes looking in; it was InuYasha. She frowned and then flinched from the sting that her cheek gave her. She stood mechanically, her limbs filling up with led as her muscles worked to move. She lifted the window and InuYasha smiled at her and leaned his head forward. Inches away from her face, she could smell tooth-paste on his breath.

"What?" she said passively, her eyes fluttering from open to closed to open again.

"Its cold out here, can I come in?" he asked timidly. He was after all at her window in the middle of the night.

"Answer my question first, please," she urged dully.

"Is it wrong to miss people?" he asked with a toothy grin.

"Yes, I think you can," she said as she turned away and sat on the bed, the shadows consuming her form. He looked at the spot that she had disappeared into for a moment. He could hear her trying to get comfortable on the bed; springs creaking as she shifted her weight on the mattress.

He jumped into the room and closed the window with care, so as not to wake the mother. He crawled on the bed next to where he sensed her body.

"I… I heard… I mean the thing with your…" he paused and swallowed the spit he had forgotten to let go down his throat, "mom," he finally said. He felt the bed jerk softly; she had flinched. She laughed quietly.

"Amazing, the great dog demon's hearing is as breathtaking as they say," she joked, chuckling some more. InuYasha frowned; he didn't want to hear her excepting the fact so easily.

"Aren't you mad at her?" he asked with aggravation in his voice.

"No," she said simply, "I could never be mad at her. She's my mother, the one who gave me life. She is all, she is absolute, she is universe," she said, his eyes adjusting to the poor lighting so he could see her making hand gestures.

"I talked back to her, I deserved what I received. She couldn't make a mistake so simple," she smiled broadly. InuYasha could only deepen his frown as he heard the girl who could scare so many people in one glare take a hit from a woman with half her strength.

"How can you let her get away with slapping you in the face? I didn't think that people could land a hit on you," he whispered harshly. She sat up, placing her healthy cheek in her hand, in turn leaning on her knee. She cradled as much of her head as she could, and sighed heavily.

"Don't start sputtering babble; you don't know who I am. You only know my name," she clarified, frustration threatening to overwhelm her. She felt an affectionate hand rest on her shoulder and pull her into a comfortable yet sturdy chest. InuYasha rubbed the side of her shoulder in a calming motion.

"Then tell me, I wanna know, just for you're information," he placed a kiss on the top of her head. Although she frowned, she blushed heavily at the feel of so much care that was meant for her.

"Be happy that my mother will be gone for the next two days," she pouted childishly. This made InuYasha chuckle.

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The night passed and she told him stories, small stories of her past; her cheek not becoming notably bruised at all. She liked telling him. She liked that he listened intently. She liked having him in her presence. She didn't cry when she told him, she simply smiled. But as dawn approached, sleep took them in. She dreamed soundly, with him so close, it was heartbreaking to think of the future.

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As she felt her joints tell her that she should be out of bed, she opened her eyes to see a sleeping InuYasha close to her. His body was pulling her into his; leg over her thigh, arms looped around her shoulders, face leaning on her head. She decided to lay there until he woke up. The experience was new, but it was an experience that she wanted now. He wanted her right now, even though he knew she was leaving soon.

It was soon now, wasn't it? It was the time in her life where two weeks became soon instead of a far way time that needed to hurry up. Life was cruel and she smiled at the thought. She kissed InuYasha's arms, running her finger tips over his claws.

She loved hands. It was her favorite thing to draw. She liked the way they bent, and the way the curved and created sections. They were flexible and beautiful. InuYasha's were no exception. She liked them. She hoped that she could wake up in the morning in ten years and see a pair of hands as beautiful as his.

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"Could you really have me stay with you? Without casing a big commotion, I mean?" she asked as she took a bite out of her rice. InuYasha looked up at her abruptly, bringing up a sloppy mess of noodles with him. He blinked twice confused. He swallowed his ramen and smirked crookedly.

"You'll live with me?" he beamed; he couldn't stop his facial muscles from twitching in an immense grin. She frowned and looked down at her lap; she could feel her face heat up. She couldn't stand how much she had let him see to begin with. Now he was just saying things to make her flustered.

"And if I do, what would you say?" she asked meekly.

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"Do you want the top or the bottom bunk?" he answered cockily. She looked up at him, and smiled brightly. She liked the response.

"This is…"

"A beautiful beginning?" he implied with a smirk. She rolled her eyes at him.

"I would say more along the lines of Nirvana," she said, raping her small finger around his hand. He looked at them, a little confused.

"That old band?" he asked hesitantly. She giggled at how cut and lost he looked when he asked.

"No, like heaven," she corrected. He just 'keh'ed and left it at that.

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Miroku sat in class, his focus on the picture in his mind. Her standing, her talking to him that clearly addressed solely him. He hadn't seen InuYasha around and he knew that by now Kagome was probably gone. He wanted to see her, even if it was in a picture, or listen to her on the phone, even if there was bad connection and her voice was distorted. He wondered if InuYasha was sick. He thought he should probably call him…

Oh my… that was a lot of setting change. Sheesh… well it was either that or a very short chap (800 words at most, but I guess this isn't much better… oh well) R&R please, it really motivates me.