Disclaimer: I never owned Inuyasha and I admit I wish I do, but I know I won't and I know I can't, yet I still wish it was true... So you no sue?

A/N: As promised, chapter 4 is up and running... well, not literally, of course... but you know what I mean!

Anyway, before I start the story, I'd like to dedicate this chapter and all its... um... glorified 'agnst-ish-y-ness' (don't know if it can be considered angst or not- tell me what you think later, k?) to StarLightKagome (Kat), formerly known as Kagome44. ((((She was recently temporarily banned for reasons both ludicrous and non-understandable. It seems she did something wrong with her summary of Keeping Secrets(now known as Deadly Secrets) which, in no way, violated any of the few rules us authors must go by)))) On March 20th, which I had originally planned to post this on, but seeing as how I will be without computer access for a whole FIVE DAYS and can't post then, it is her 13th birthday! *throws confetti* Yayya! Happy Early Birthday to you Kat- even with this mess! Hope you have a good birthday! ^_^

Everyone, do me a little favor, please, and help me wish her a happy birthday since I can't do it properly and give her a few reviews, please, please, onegai! ((And especial for the ridiculous accusation that makes no sense whatsoever.)) Her story House Cleaning, which is edited by yours truly, is a sure to make you laugh and Deadly Secrets is out to a wondrous start! Onegai, minna, go at least check them out and wish her a happy birthday- or sympathies for the unfortunate turn of events.

Now that my dedication is done, I have a quick note for you, syncron:
ARIGATOU! You are the first person to really give me any kind of criticism and I am so glad that you have. I thought I was doing that too much, also- and that comment on 'this, that, and the other' brought about a really good point. No one else seemed to note that and it kinda made me a bit disappointed. That isn't something written often and I honestly don't think it should be used like I have used it- self-contradictory, huh? I understand the dialogue has been really... um... descriptive to the point of- STOP ALREADY... and you're the only one to even point it out. Again, arigatou. You've helped a lot. I'll try and do better, okay? ^_^

Also, thank you Caitlin6767 for clearing up that! Goin Under is actually by Demonchic-k, so that story is now up on my fav list as well. Check it out!- it really hasn't been updated in a while, but it looks promising!

Promoters will be up next chapter along with new WNB stats.

Let's get on with the story, ya?

Enjoy! ^_^



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Author: Sakura-chan88
Title: Me?
Chapter: A Dandy Hello From A Creepy Fellow Shows 'His' Trust Is All But Mellow
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~ Okay... Pause, rewind, replay, pause, rewind, replay, pause... Now, after you're absolutely certain you've heard the man beneath you correctly, your mind completely refuses to work. Again, the only thing you're wondering is how many times your brain is going to just suddenly freeze and reject the process known as thinking. It couldn't be possible... could it be? You better ask for him to repeat himself, just in case... Well, ask already! ~

Gingerly pushing myself away from Inuyasha, I sat up and gazed at him through widened eyes. Man, I needed my ears cleaned!

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," I lied, frowning. "You think Sango's pregnant?" He nodded. "That's not possible!" I sputtered, leaping off the bed to stand. "I know my friend- she would have told me by now!"

"Not if she didn't already realize it," Inuyasha snorted, rolling over to lay on his stomach and look away. "And it's only a guess, anyway."

"She hasn't- she wouldn't- they aren't-!"

I found myself stopping, unable to create a full sentence as the day played through in my mind once more... Sango had been sick in the morning, sure, but that could have only been from airsickness. She did seem to be unusually happy when Miroku was around. Actually, she kind of glowed when he was- but I thought that might have been because Miroku had proposed just a short while ago- a week, to the day ...

Then, that moment in the lobby, she was drained of energy so easily...

Jack chose that moment to materialize beside Inuyasha, yipping for attention. The singer laughed lightly, ruffling the pup's fur. "That's what I mean," said Inuyasha, sitting up and ruffling his own hair before continuing. "They aren't telling us everything. I honestly think Miroku proposed the day I did, but that's just me. Kouga says he noticed Miroku being extra careful with the whole groping thing and hasn't touched any one else since Yura- beside Sango, of course."

"Sango wouldn't allow it, though. She isn't that kind of person..."

"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble," Inuyasha chuckled, "but if she is pregnant, it wasn't Miroku who started it."

My eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He would have bragged already." Inuyasha flashed a grin. I gawked.

"You didn't!"

"Maybe." He looked from the corner of his eyes in a sly 'maybe not' manner. Jack yelped, nipping playfully at the singer's fingers that had pinched his lip.

"You 'maybe' shouldn't have," I muttered, trying not to laugh at the small duel between the two 'dogs'. I sat on the bed opposite to him, huffing and glaring as my arms crossed over my chest in my grumpiest stance- the stance I mastered by the many times I'd seen Inuyasha do it. "That's just wrong!"

"You know..." Inuyasha turned serious suddenly, leaving Jack to pounce around the bed and attack the helpless, defenseless, and- dare I say- senseless pillows... Right... "... I have a feeling we won't have to wait long to find out."

I sighed and laid back, closing my eyes. "I'm tired."

"Too tired to-"

"Hai."

"- get over here instead of making me carry your *coughheavycough* ass off the kids' bed," he finished as I glowered through narrowed lids. "Sorry- something caught in my throat."

"*sigh* That's was rather mean of you..." I rolled my eyes and tossed a pillow at him, which Jack contently chewed away at. We'd have to break him of that... Wait... was he even house trained!?

"Well?"

I was quiet a while before I closed my eyes and answered sleepily, "... It seems my 'heavy ass' is dead weight right now."

******

"Kuso!" was the first word to oh, so pleasantly- note my sarcasm- greet my now comprehending ears. "This is ridiculous- SHIPPO! Brat, get back here with that!"

Opening my eyes and rubbing the ever-so annoying goop from my eyes- I hate that 'sleep' crap!(A/N: By the way, does anyone know what it's really called? -_-;)-, I tuned in to the world around me to find the room in complete disarray.

Inuyasha, who was clad in nothing but a pair of 'Kiss Me' boxers (A/N: O.o), was bounding around the room trying to tackle a giggling boy with ruffled brown hair, Jack hot on his heels. Rin sat on her bed with a wide grin and slightly glazed eyes. She probably just woke up as well. Shippo held Inuyasha's leather pants in one hand and tan tank-top in the other.

" Mou(jeez), Inuyasha," I muttered, shaking my head slowly.

"Bit-" my glare cut him off half way "-witch, you're not being any help, here! Sesshomaru set us up with another interview and I NEED MY PANTS," he yelled, launching over the chair to catch the squealing boy.

"Again?" I wailed, clutching the pillow to my chest and crying, giant tears trickling from my eyes- a little trick I was testing for the first time. ^_^

Shippo was instantly beside me, patting my arm as his eyes gained size, fright and concern in those cinnamon orbs. Inuyasha, also having forgotten about the fight, was at my other side, searching my gaze for an answer. Rin just sat on her bed, her head slowly turning to look at me, her grin still as big as ever- in a dazed sort of way.

... Jack yipped for attention... and yipped, and yipped, and... oh, then he started biting my toes... wonderful. I'd have to remember to keep all of my shoes out of his reach... Not that I care- me not being a shoe/dress/or make-up person.

"Okaasan?" Shippo whispered, turning to look at Inuyasha. "What's wrong with her? What happened?"

"Nothing," I said calmly, picking the leather pants and shirt from the boy's grip and tossing them to the stunned singer as my tears instantly evaporated. "Just that I feel like sleeping a few more minutes and you two had to wake me up with that racket just to say I have an interview to go to."

Shippo gawked at me, turning his gaze from me to the singer who did the exact same thing... until Inuyasha smirked and stuck his tongue out- 'real mature, Inu'. So much for getting along...

"Oneechan?" Rin asked as I laid back down to listen to the battle waging near the bathroom... and then I heard the water running... and Inuyasha yelping... Oh, Kami save us.

"Nani, Rin-chan?"

Shippo emerged from the bathroom at this point, drenched... that confused me. Didn't Inuyasha get pushed into the water?

"Shippo-chan, what happened!?" I cried, jumping up to check the boy over for any injuries.

"Inuyasha pushed me in the tub and I pushed him back..." then the boy's face broke into a toothy grin. "His leg went in the toilet."

o.0

Ewww....

Clearing my throat (after unsuccessfully holding back a cringe of disgust) and calmly telling Shippo to change into dryer clothes- which he refused to do with Rin in the room-, I turned back to the silently awaiting teen. " Ima(now), what were you going to ask?"

Rin shook her head to rid it of her thoughts, Jack stalking about her in his merry morning mood. "What's a bit-witch?"

-_-;

"Eheheheh..." So innocent...

******


"Um... this is a mansion," I stated clearly, looking up at the towering building in front of us. "Did you guys happen to notice... that it's a mansion... A mansion, people..."

"Yes, Kagome, we noticed."

I spun on my heel, sticking my tongue out at the singer who smirked playfully.

"Well, this will be interesting," said Sango as Ayame squealed in glee and drug us forward. "If I make it without my arm being pulled out of my socket, that is."

Ayame didn't hear, continuing to rush toward the newly built mansion. It seemed new, at least, with the modern building materials and the fresh white paint. I still stared, anyway. The place may not look like something anyone would waste millions on constructing, but... sugoi(wow), it was big!

"Ayame!" Kouga called, instantly making the woman stop in her tracks to turn and look at the bass player. "You're over reacting."

Talk about crushing a girls feelings...

Kouga trampled hers.

Ayame deflated immediately, looking at the ground with pursed lips. "Gomen. I got carried away again, didn't I?"

Sango and I glared at the man before tugging Ayame's sleeves. "Not at all!"

"This place is, ne(like), so awesome!" Sango added, clutching the girl's arm with a giggle and rushing forward.

"Hai! Just look at it! I bet it has a Jacuzzi and everything!" I pointed, cheering at the flowers around the house with a smile. "Look! It's an iris, Iris!" (A/N: Again, Ayame=Iris...)

"Aha!" Ayame cried, bending to pluck the flower from its spot before Sango stopped her.

"Wait-!"

"No, be my guest," a voice called casually from the doorway. A male voice...

'Oh, soooooooo not good!' my mind sang, doing flips over and over again.

The man standing in the mansion's entrance was a pure-bred Japanese male with long flowing, and slightly wavy, black hair and sky blue eyes to boot. His nose was just the right size to look petite, yet not feminine. Lips of frosted roses, one's that flashed a more than friendly smile to Ayame and showing perfect white teeth, completed the 29-year-old's facade (though you couldn't tell he was a day over 21).

"... Ryu?"

I turned my head sharply to glare Kouga into the ground. My warning was obviously noticed as his head snapped to the side and a hurt look crossed his countenance before he pulled himself together. When he gazed back my way, he had pasted a hardened, almost indifferent, expression in place.

"Ayame, it's good to see you again," he greeted, sliding his eyes over each of us in turn. "Well, come in, come in. I have a bit of news for you-" his gaze landed on me "- and Sesshomaru sent me a few documents for... you, I think," he mumbled, looking to Miroku. "Inuyasha, right?"

'What a creep- knowing me and not Inuyasha... Wierdo...'

"Miroku, actually," the drummer corrected, patting Inuyasha on the back. "This is the man you're looking for."

Ryu gave a curt nod, "excuse my mistake- I'm not one for keeping in touch with the latest music groups. I rarely listen to music of any kind," and gestured for us to enter.

The exterior of the mansion was nothing in comparison to the interior. It was exotic, in a sense, with beautiful blooming bushes and potted plants. Two curving stairs left the ground floor to expand to the next story where multiple doors could be found; a chandelier took up the space a third story would have occupied. To my left an entryway opened into what looked to be a billiard room, pool table and all. To my right was the dinning hall.

"Here," Ryu's voice drifted by, subconsciously turning me toward him as he placed the iris Ayame had earlier been entranced with into her hair, tucked behind her ear. "It's beautiful on you."

Ayame blushed and stuttered a 'thank you'. Kouga's facade darkened more. The only thing I was happy about with this whole situation was the lack of Yura, Kagura, and two hyper active children. (A/N: You may want to remember that sentence... for later... WAY later...)

"Well, let us continue, shall we?"

With a suppressed sigh, I grabbed Kouga's arm, looping my own through his and leaning on his shoulder. "Calm down, Kouga. She won't leave you for anyone."

He brushed me off before stalking away to stand beside the woman who followed Ryu like a puppy on a leash. Ouch... What a sight to see- your love going for someone else, even if not really 'going' for someone else...

"Oi," Inuyasha called, his arm draping across my slumped shoulders. "What do you think this is all about?"

Following Miroku and Sango, I thought through the possibilities...

Is it just me, or am I doing that a lot lately?

And, every time I come up with an answer, I don't want to think about it.

"... Don't you dare," I hissed beneath my breath, glaring daggers at Ryu's back.

"Nani?" Inuyasha whispered. When I shook the question off, he sighed and left my side to try and cheer up Kouga.

Once everyone was settled down, seated as usual- boys with boys and girls with girls- and slightly relaxed, I approached the only standing man, Ryu. If I was right...

"Yes?" he asked, raising a brow at my immediacy.

Looking him in the eyes, tilting my head to the side, I asked the questioned that would save us hours of the useless chatter of beating around the bush and, more likely than not, give Inuyasha a heart attack. "Henry or Terry?"

Ayame and Sango gasped, both clutching the cushions beneath them. Inuyasha snarled, but kept it down to a minimum... for the situation. Kouga and Miroku just stared at me with wide eyes.

Ryu chuckled light-heartedly, scratching the back of his neck. "You're quicker than I thought."

"Are you saying you thought I was slow?" I mumbled, placing my hands on my hips.

"Of course not!" He waved the accusation away and smiled the smile that won him the academy award for 'best new actor'. Or, as Ayame, Sango, and I call it, the 'Worlds Hottest Hit'... Don't ever mention that to Kouga- good Kami, don't!

'First impression over and done with- weird, twisted, lying, yet sexy man with quick reflexes and faster acting abilities that help cover up anything... Final analysis- Don't like him...'

"Well, I guess that's done with," he announced, turning to Inuyasha with an extended hand. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

'Very conceited- probably thinking to himself, 'though you all know who I am',' I thought, slicing him through with my laser-like glare. However, I couldn't help but feel I was missing something...

Inuyasha took the offered hand and shook, a smirk in place- at my attitude toward the man, no doubt. "Inuyasha Himitsu."

"Ryu Itoshi," he replied.

"Oh, is that your name?" Inuyasha quirked, his brows lifting in surprise.

Ryu, for the first time, started. Like, someone didn't know him, oh Kami! Someone call an ambulance, he's having a heart attack!

Seriously...

"Kouga Ookami," grunted Kouga, not bothering to shake Ryu's hand.

"Miroku Mujaki, friendly wondering Monk," he stated, puffing his chest with pride as everyone looked at him flatly. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Itoshi."

Sango snorted, and held her hand out to Ryu. "Sango Taijiya, their current overseer."

Ryu had an appreciative smile on his face as he shook my friend's hand, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Sorry, couldn't help it."

Sango's face held no hint of a blush, but her eyes held an odd glint that stated clearly for the man to keep his hands away from her. He didn't get it, though... and kept her hand in his while his other hand brushed yet another strand out of the way and behind her ear. Sango smiled and reclaimed her grasped limb.

"Can you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked. I could practically hear that 'I think I'll just go throw up now' thought running through her head.

"First door above the left stair case."

She bowed slightly before brushing by Ayame to grab my sleeve and drag me away. Here's where it hit me and I swore I saw the ton of bricks walking away with an innocent whistle... I stopped her and turned back finally realizing just what that large loop hole was...

"Ryu, you didn't answer my question- Henry or Terry?" I called, turning to look at him, a warning evident in my voice.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then smirked. "Just consider me the bad guy."

'Terry... oh no...'

I let myself be pulled away at this point. I couldn't help the sudden chill that went down my spine and caused me to shiver, my whole body wracking with uncontrolled tremors...

Remember how I had mentioned Terry was my supposed 'lover'...?

Let's just say, that was the only scene, if I got the part, that I was so not looking forward to. Really not looking forward to... (A/N: No, she will not actually sleep with him- but you'll see it's... close to that bad...)

"Oh, just shoot me now," I cried as Sango and I reached the bathroom door. (A/N: heheh. -_-
"What?" Sango asked, quirking an eyebrow.

0.o;

'She didn't read the script?' I thought, blinking a couple of times. "Sango, you might want to read the story line- I mean it. Really, really, really mean it."

"What's so bad?" she mumbled, pushing the door open and sighing. "Well, it isn't stalls like I though it would be... Hold that thought, 'kay? I'll be out in a sec."

I nodded numbly, watching as she disappeared through the door. Turning around to take in the hall of the second floor, I couldn't contain a squeak of delight as I bound down the corridor to the only room with no doors. A display room...

A display room, as in, ancient artifacts and assorted antique weapons. There were various swords, as could be expected, along with Japanese ninja weapons- such as the throwing stars, doku-fun (A/N: poisonous gas used by Sango in the series), and others- and a few of the first gun models. The room was decorated in paintings of vast landscapes, battle grounds, and, oddly, of a certain jewel legend I had recently read about- the Shikon no Tama. (A/N: I don't think this will have anything to do with this fic at all... but, you know me, I write without any real outlines. *sighs*) Then, like the entrance hall, there were more exotic plants, a few vases, some arrow heads, a nice neat row of ancient scrolls and books, and a few plates of armor.

"Sugoi!" I ran forward, impervious to anything other than the books and scrolls I was scanning over. Then I was at the armor, next, the weapons, and, before Sango decided to rush in and destroy my fun, finally the paintings.

Wait... was that a security camera in the corner...?

Of course, being the baka I am, I waved... Umm... yeah...

"Oh my..."

I turned with a grin to my gaping friend. "It's amazing!" I exclaimed in perfect English. She scowled. "What?"

"You don't have to flaunt your bilingual advantage all the time," she hissed in Japanese.

"Lo siento," I grumbled, sticking my tongue out playfully. (A/N: Spanish for 'I'm sorry'. ^_^ This will be the only point... I think... with Spanish in it at all. Gomen! I couldn't help it!)

"You better be sorry," she smirked, tugging my sleeve. "Remember, I'm the expert with Spanish- you better not one-up me on that."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Of course, I wasn't going to crush her ego by telling her I already did know more... That would just be cruel.

"Ima, what was the matter with Ryu being 'the bad guy'?" Sango asked, pulling me back to the awaiting group, who, by the sounds of it, weren't actually concerned in the least to continue being the 'awaiting' group. They were already discussing everything.

"... That kissing scene with Ayame and Ryu," I began, stopping her just before we entered the 'meeting'. "... Let's just say, you see more than just lips on lips and hands around the waist..." Again, I shuttered. "You do know what 'heavy petting' is, right?"

Sango searched her memory for the English slang and promptly paled as she stumbled across the expression. "Yeah, see, we're calling Sesshomaru and calling this off!" she hissed, reaching in her pocket for her cell phone only to come up empty handed. "This is too much- why didn't you say something before!?"

"... I need this," I muttered, looking at the ground. "Not that scene- but..."

"No- I don't care anymore! It doesn't matter," Sango seethed, dragging me into the room. "So what- she's here (followed by a chorus of "who's here?")- but that is not going to happen! You," she spat, pointing at Ryu, "are despicable!"

The man flashed a startled appearance, alarm and confusion written on his face as his hands slowly slipped from their place in his hair, since he had previously been running them through as he spoke.

"Sango! Stop this!"

Sango's nostrils flared as she looked at me in disbelief. "Iie! I won't- you aren't going through that with him!"

Quite understandably, as no one had read the script save for me, Inuyasha was completely dumbfounded and a little reddened- with anger or embarrassment at our overseer's actions, I couldn't tell which; Kouga was watching dazedly, Ayame standing behind him, staring out the window without so much as a glance our way; Miroku was just as pale as Sango, gripping Inuyasha's shoulder. That confused Inuyasha even more.

"What's going on?" he barked, looking from me, to Sango, to Ryu, then back around before settling his gaze on the man next to him. "Miroku- what's wrong with you?"

"I-I think we need to leave... Kouga, Ayame, why don't you get the information and tell us later- we have another meeting, remember?" Miroku rambled on, giving everyone an even look. "That hospital donation thing- giving blood," he told Ryu, ushering everyone out of the room in a rush.

'My head is spinning...'

Before I had so much as taken another breath, I was in the back of the limo and crushed up against Sango who was shaking in rage. Miroku was still pale as a ghost.

"What the- what's going on!?" Inuyasha bellowed as Myouga sent the limo flying down the long, twisting driveway. "Someone better fucking explain this to me in the next 30 seconds or I'm breaking your damned hand, houshi!"

It was at this moment that I noted Sango's grip tightening even more... and my world spun. When it stopped, it only stopped because darkness had taken hold of me and sent me spiraling into unconsciousness.

I had hyperventilated fearing Inuyasha's response when Sango had started to explain...

Call me a coward, but I found my way out of his wrath...

******


I am guessing I was out for nothing more than a few minutes. The limo was still careening around on the road, tossing me this way and that in the seat. To my surprise, my EMPTY seat.

"I didn't know anything about it until she told me!"

Turning my gaze to the outcry, I found Inuyasha pinning Sango to the ground, growling, his eyes burning her as he fought to keep from seriously hurting the woman. Miroku was paler than ever, not moving from his seat as he stared ahead with glazed over eyes.

"Lair!" Inuyasha snarled, shoving her shoulder roughly.

"Inuyasha!" I shouted, panicking at the way he was acting so harshly. "She didn't know- ima, stop it!"

Bad move...

Inuyasha's attention snapped to me as he leapt up and brought a fist into the seat behind me. "Is this why you were fucking asking about 'trust'," he spat, livid. "Well, you've proved your fucking point, haven't you?- I can't trust you, huh?"

I didn't respond.

VERY bad move...

"You BITCH!" he cursed, grabbing my arm. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about it!?"

"That isn't why I asked," I whispered, too shocked with his reaction. "I meant to tell you before the audition, but I didn't think about it, okay!? Domo Sumimasen, Inuyasha- it was an honest mistake, really it was. Onegai, don't think I want to do this...!"

Tears were forming in my eyes again and I would have brushed them away, if there was any way for me to move my arms that far without it seeming like I was actually pushing him away.

"... Then why do you insist on being in the show?" he breathed, almost too low for my ears.

"I have something to do that's been left undone until now," I said simply, looking at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. "Onegai, understand that."

"How can I!?"

::::::Silence::::::


Intense and filled with electricity enough to light the whole of California, the quietness of the limo was broken by naught more than the scream of tires as Myouga swerved dangerously.

"...

"...You really don't trust me," he sighed brokenly. "I can't believe you don't trust me enough to tell me what's going on- or why you have that bruise," he whispered, brushing the puffed skin with a gentle thumb, calming quickly.

"You don't trust me, either." His hand dropped instantly. I met his gaze. "You wouldn't act like that if you honestly did, now would you?"

(A/N: Have you noticed how I have completely destroyed these two? I feel awful, I mean, really awful... Maybe it's because I'm listening to Mudvayne- they make my mind dark... Let me switch the music, k? -_- But, still... there is no love- no true love- without complete trust. You should understand that...)

His eyes narrowed to mere slits as brows lowered to create crinkles on his forehead. He obviously didn't like that little comment... Though, I didn't either.

Sango cleared her throat nervously, breaking our unofficial staring contest. "Oi, what's this all about? I must have missed something here..."

I waved it off, turning my gaze to the window. You'll never believe what I saw as the limo pulled to a stop...

"Miroku... you were telling the truth?" I asked, completely baffled. We were at the hospital, a banner hanging from it read simply 'Help those in need- give life, give blood.'

0.o (Is it just me, or am I doing this a lot, too?)

Spooky...

"Of course," he gulped, turning even whiter. It was starting to scare me...

" Daijoubo desu ka(Are you okay)?"

Miroku ripped his gaze from the building and put on a strained smile. "Of course, of course."

'Sure...'

Sighing, I left the vehicle, following a stunned Sango- she wasn't expecting the whole 'hospital' ordeal to be real- to the doorway where a line had started to form. Taking my place beside my friend and watching as her breath seemed to become more shallow by each second, a sudden thought popped in my head...

And, oh was I ever mad!

I spun on my heel, advancing on the singer as darkness claimed my mind. I drew back my fist before he had a chance to dodge and placed it firmly in his stomach. "You- get back in the limo, ima!" I ordered, rage burning my oxygen faster than I could take it in.

"What the fuck-" Inuyasha hissed, clutching his abdomen and growling. "WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND!?"

"In, ima!" I commanded, shoving him. "You and I need to talk- shut up and get in."

Miroku yipped and jumped out of the way as Inuyasha, fuming, slunk into the backseat once more. When the drummer began to ask what the matter was, I waved it off and climbed in after Inuyasha, slamming the door closed.

"... You better have a good fucking reason for this, Kagome," he growled, glaring in my direction as he continued to cover his stomach.

"You brought it up," I muttered, grabbing his shirt and twisting the cloth. "Now, if you ever," I shook him roughly(and hit his head against the window- oops...), "treat Sango-chan like that again, I'll make sure to break each and every one of your fingers- I don't care what reason you have for doing it, understand?"

"I can't believe you!- acting like you haven't been doing anything to hurt her," he chuckled humorlessly, malice colouring his voice. "You have stressed her out to a point of wanting to pull her own hair out and scream. You can see it all over her face- don't tell me you haven't."

"I asked you a question-"

"And I answered it quite clearly, I think," sneered Inuyasha, his eye ticking in annoyance.

::::::Silence::::::


He looked away with a heavy sigh, gently unlacing my fingers from his shirt, his glare turning to a blank look as the minutes went by in silence. I shifted uneasily, looking out to Sango and Miroku who stood together, holding hands and leaning on each other for support... Inuyasha sighed again.

"... What's happening to us...?"

'... I'm being secretive again, that's all,' I thought, sniffling as my eyes began to water. "Gomen, I'm ruining everything again."

An arm slid around my waist to pull me closer. Silence enveloped us once more. He couldn't say it wasn't my fault- he couldn't say it was Ryu's- and blaming himself wouldn't be right either... So, what was there to say?

"... Let's go," I whispered, taking his hand in mine. "I'm sure we don't have to just give blood- that wouldn't make any sense."

"Un."

No one else had appeared, yet, so I found myself snuggled at Inuyasha's side with Sango and Miroku in front of me. Sango grumbled, Miroku sighed, I snorted... I don't like long lines- that was one of the best things about being known by so many people- they don't make you wait as long.

Inuyasha sighed, pulling me closer. My heart was breaking with each show of helplessness... of each display of hurt from him...

'Oh, Inuyasha... Domo Sumimasen, Inuyasha. I hate this all- what I've done to us... But... with Kikyou here...

'Tell me where we're going... with this space between us...

'Forgive me- I'm such a fool... to think happily ever after was already set for us... I should have known it wasn't that easy.'

A small smile formed on my lips. Hai, I was a fool to think that. Life wasn't a fairytale... love wasn't a fairytale... Ima, that I could be glad of. Love was real... But...

'Can you love without trust?'

My immediate answer- Hai, I can...

... Iie... not fully...

'Oh, what have I done to us!?'

I tightened my hold around his form, breathing deeply and sighing in bitter-sweet content.

"Demonic, right?" a girl's voice guessed, a hand tugging on my sleeve as I gave a small yip of alarm. "I'm Mayu- head nurse!" she giggled.

Mayu was dressed in a traditional nurse outfit, a clipboard in her hand. She looked to be about Souta's age- 15- and had short pigtails of brown tresses. With a pleasant smile on, she looked the part of a nurse- just childish...

"Is that right?" I asked, grinning at the girl. "I'm Kagome Higurashi- lead vocalist-"

"Secondary vocalist. Not lead, yet, Kag. I'm Inuyasha Himitsu," he told the girl, smirking. "The real lead singer."

Mayu nodded and looked to Sango expectantly. After Sango and Miroku introduced themselves, the teen frowned. "We're missing someone, are we not?" (A/N: Remember, Ayame is not part of the band's entourage.)

'Sophisticated in speech...' I shook my head lightly. I was being an observer way too much lately.

"Kouga- he won't be able to make it," Inuyasha muttered, looking away from the girl to glare at Miroku.

"Well, that's fine. Five people in the children's ward would be too many anyway."

'Children's ward...?'

"Well, come right this way, please. We'll put you through for the blood donation so the children won't need to wait any longer- if they get too worked up, it will cause problems for us nurses."

She led us through the doors, passing the angrily muttering people who continued to wait in line. Now, if they were so impatient, you'd think they were the evil type of bastards that didn't give a hoot about doing something nice and constructive like giving blood, wouldn't you? What a bunch of bakas...

Entering an assembly hall type of room, I found myself watching people move in and out of seats, the line crawling forward slowly as another nurse sent a donor packing. Miroku took one look at the needles and fainted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head to expose pure white(which frightened me, as reasonable when seeing a friend do that). Sango sighed, shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"I told him he'd faint," she said flatly, no emotion- just the I-told-him-so tone to it. "I can't believe he's that scared of needles, though."

"Scared of needles? You gotta be kidding!" That was news to me. "Well, we don't have to worry about him getting into that whole pop-star-druggy thing."

"True... but I can say one good thing came out of this."

'Uhhhh... wha...?' I blinked. "Isn't no drugs good?"

"Besides that!" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh... and what's that?" I asked, watching her smile in delight.

"At least he won't grope the nurses, now."

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A/N: You know, I really don't know what I've just done to the characters- but I've almost completely destroyed Inuyasha and Kagome... Sorry, I really didn't mean to, but, again, I just typed what came to mind and that's it... *winces* Ouch...

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