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Recap:

InuYasha saw the smile that she gave him; he saw her eyes shine for him in want. So he smiled back and placed his hands in his jean pockets.

Sango stared at them oddly, not understanding their unspoken language. This was raising suspicion in the back of her mind; there must be something going on between the two of them. She would find out later.

Move On

Chapter 22

PILLS

Friday. It was Friday. It had been days since she had last taken her medication. DAYS! She'd been taking water and cyan in the mean time, but one could only survive on the throat burning antidote for so long before they began to smell like spices and become hoarse from the drink; not to mention that it didn't treat her directly.

It was after school and InuYasha was driving the two of them home for the weekend. She had really enjoyed her time at his house… even if she ended up having to borrow clothes from InuYasha that fit three of four times to big, but she also acquired a belt from his brother Sesshomaru to at least keep her pants up. The way their home operated was… alien to her. Even though the two brothers appeared not to get along very well… they both sat down at the same table in the morning to eat breakfast together and read the paper. Sesshomaru would nag InuYasha every other day about his grade point average and tell him to either bring 'em up or find a job (Kagome ended up not helping but giggle silently to herself at how much he tried to cover up that he actually liked his brother). She couldn't quiet remember the last time she ate with her mom…but that was all behind her. She just needed to think about how to break the news to InuYasha about getting her pills.

As she sat in InuYasha's leather seat, her thoughts were beginning to choke her; the kind of feeling you get when you feel like the walls are going to close in or someone from above is going to squash you with a huge fly swatter; when your esophagus is shrinking like some invisible assassin is holding it together, but you know no one's really there to plaster your breathing hole.

But she kept calm on the outside. She kept her gaze strictly on the side walk, her eyes jittering as they moved forward on the street. She took silent calming breaths; she needed to figure out a way to get into her house and snag the medicine off the countertop. Did she want to tell InuYasha about this? Was it okay for her to bother him with this? Well…they weren't even officially dating and she hadn't ever really needed anyone's help before. She could probably just tell him what she was really planning on doing tonight sometime around 1 am, no big deal…right?

"Hey? You smell all kinda worried. What's up babe?" his voice disrupted her planning, making her jolt and hit her head on the window. InuYasha immediately stopped the car; thankfully she had had her hand leaning against the dash so she didn't crash into it when he stopped abruptly. She looked at him; he was smiling sheepishly, shoulder hunched forward, hands at 3 and 9. She sighed. She was even too worried to get mad at him. She was good at getting mad at him, even if she loved him. It was easy… but not today. She just wanted to keep calm and get her medicine before she keeled over from a heartattack (literally!).

"Er!" he cleared his throat, "You look kinda down, something ya wanna talk about?"

"No, it's nothing," she lied. An epiphany struck her as she looked at a woman in the street locking her car door. She knew what she could do; she could just sneak out of his apartment when she was sure he was asleep and then crawl into her hose and sneak back before anybody knew any better. That could defiantly work. She had the keys to her house so it wouldn't be a problem. She smiled, looking at him, "It's nothing."

oOo

Ever have one of those feelings, like you know you put something in a place, only to find later that it wasn't there and you really need it to be in that one place? Well, she didn't have her house key. The only thought going through her head as she tried re-looking through all of her belongings was 'shitshitshitshitshitshit'. She tried not acting frantic as she scavenged InuYasha's floor for the key in question. Her head replayed what she did every morning before she came and started living with InuYasha at the beginning of this week. She would get up, eat, get her key and leave. That was ALL she did and some how between the part were she had eaten breakfast and moved her hand to get the key, she had forgotten it. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! This kind of messed up her entire plan.

She was looking under InuYasha's bed when she heard feet coming. She tried to sit up straight while under the bed and ended up hitting the back of her head hard.

"Are…you alright?" InuYasha asked as he tried to hold in a laugh at the sight of his dear Kagome kneeling on the floor with her head in front of her knees and her hands putting pressure on the back of her skull. He had heard the hollow bump before he had entered the room, which had only quickened his pace.

She looked up at him through her arms, slight tears welling up in her eyes from the incompetence she felt for herself (and the brain cell killing smack she had just experienced). She sat up slowly, making the tears disappear and removing one hand from the back of her head.

"Yeah, just looking…" she said, not really knowing how to finish her sentence. InuYasha joined her on the floor, grabbing her hand from behind her head and placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"You've been acting funny today, and not haha funny either," he said, looking at her with curious honey eyes. She looked at him; she didn't need to tell him, is what she continued to tell herself, but guilt was starting to build up in her stomach. She didn't know…it would be easy for him to get it…he was a half-demon who could jump from building to building like freakin' superman.

"I was looking for the keys to my house…" she started off.

"Your going back home?!" he exclaimed, hurt seeping into his light hued eyes. She shook her head no.

"Don't think that. I need to get something off the counter of my kitchen. A small bottle of heart medicine," she explained calmly. He followed her hand gestures to describe the bottle's size.

He raised an eyebrow and looked up at her, "So why are you telling me just now? Is this pill thing supposed to be weekly or somethin'?" She smiled at him weakly.

"No, it's a daily bases sort of somethin'," she said, trying to make her tongue bend like his on the last word. He semi-twitched his body at the latest news that had just been spoken.

"Like if ya don't take it, you'll get sent to an early funeral?" he asked his speech quickened with what like seemed panic.

"Well…not exactly, but it's not such a big deal. I could always crawl up the side of the building and crawl through the window," she said, looking out his window. 'Why'd I tell him again?' she asked herself. She felt his hands place themselves kindly on her chin. He pulled her gaze over to his. His eyes were overflowing with anxiety. 'Oh…that's why. His drizzling me with guilt.'

"Why don't you let me do that?" he more pleaded than really asked. She swallowed the spit in her mouth that had turned into a turnip sized block of cement. Her heart was fluttering at a balanced rate of 40 bu-billion-cuzillion miles an hour. She could tell her face was red like a stop sign, so she looked down to prolong the embarrassment of being made fun of by him.

"Why? I mean…I can do it…I just gotta do it late at night is all," she said, her voice flowing out of her mouth in a steady stream of words. He looked at her, all the worst things that could happen to her if she went played in his head: getting kidnapped before she reached the building, falling of the side of the building, getting drugged by some wandering crack head, getting caught by a male prostitute…or a pimp! This was nerve-raking! He was going, end of story.

"No, I'll do it, just tell me were the bottle is," he said sternly. She was going to rest tonight and take her remedy in the morning; that was the way it was going to be.

She looked up at him; he was either worried or afraid that something was going to happen. She felt the feeling vibrating off of him...and if felt good. Shitshitshitshitshit! She swallowed again. She couldn't really say no but…it was hard to say yes too.

"D-damnit! Fine, but don't be in there too long, got it!?" she exclaimed in hopes that he wouldn't notice she was still blushing. He quickly kissed her cheek and jumped up. The hair on the back of her neck pointed strait up and she was going to pass out from blushing so long. She ran out of the room and into the bathroom.

InuYasha looked at her in confusion. "Maybe she just had to go really bad?" he asked aloud.

Next chap will be when he actually gets the pills --- And btw, I'm really sorry I couldn't update, but we all know that Finals suck your soul right out of the flesh.