A/N: I gotta stop going on these long ass hiatuses. Thanks for all the follows and favorites, I was always surprised seeing them in my emails. I'm sorry this is so late, it was suppose to go up on Christmas or on New Years. I'm the shittest author on this website. If it seems rushed at the end, I'm sorry. My laptop was dying and I wanted to get this out for you guys.

By the way, should I do a Q/A? If yes, send in some questions and I'll answer as much as I can in the next update! (Which hopefully won't be as long as this one was. Sorry again!)

"Make me coffee, boy!" A whale of a man shouted at him.

This is wrong.

"You little freak! You've gone and done it again!" A tall slender woman sneered at him.

I'm not a freak.

"You're gonna get it now, Cousin! You're such a freak." A chubby boy smiled at him smugly, while the whale of a man walked towards him with an extension cord in his hand.

Stop. Please.

"We should've never taken you in. You aren't normal like us decent folk. You're a freak. A no-good worthless freak, just like your alcoholic parents." The two adults looked down on him in disgust. "An abomination you are. Nothing but a waste of space."

You're wrong.

"It wasn't me! It was like magic!" A tiny boy yelled desperately.

Believe me, please!

"Stupid boy. There's no such thing as magic!" The whale of a man spat with venom lacing his words, he shoved the tiny boy into the small storage unit under the stairs. "You freakish child. You'll never be loved!"

LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!LIAR!

His eyes snapped open, breathing in deeply through his nose and exhaling through his mouth seconds later.

Sunlight shone through his blinds and he blinked sleepily, rubbing at them sluggishly. He sat up in bed, rubbing his aching head and looked around his room; noting that all the snacks he had on Friday were gone and his room was neat again. His mom must've cleaned up after him again.

Slowly getting out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom to wash up. Closing the door behind him, he looked in the mirror and was surprised to see how tired he looked; he felt completely rested, if not for the slight bodyache and the insistent dull pounding in his head. Maybe he was getting sick? He always got those symptoms before he fell ill with a fever. That would also explain that weird dream he had last night - it felt so real, like it actually happened to him, though, he was absolutely certain he's never met anyone like those horrible people before. Most likely a hallucination.

Coming to the conclusion that he was fine for now and to make a mental note to take some medicine later before the symptoms got worse, he started taking his clothes off for a shower when he was done brushing his teeth.

Fifteen minutes later he was out of the bathroom and in his room putting on some sweats and a black shirt. Scratching his head in puzzlement, he realized it was way too quiet in the house and went to see where his mother was. Leaving his room, he walked down the hall to where his mother's room is and knocked softly before entering.

"Mom?" he called out softly. His face scrunched up in confusion when he saw the room was empty and he shut the door quietly before shrugging and walking downstairs. Making his way to the kitchen, he glanced at the entrance that leads to the front door and noticed his mother's shoes and keys were gone. "That's weird," he said. "Where could she have gone on a Sunday?"

Figuring she just went to get some groceries for dinner later, he put the thought of his missing mother to the back of his mind to satisfy his growing hunger. Grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and the cereal from a different one, he made his way to the table to set his items down and walked back towards the fridge to get the milk and a spoon; going back to the table, he pulled out a chair and sat down and poured in his cereal and milk and started eating.

After chewing thoughtfully for a few minutes, he came to the realization that something didn't quite feel right. Wasn't he doing something last night? He had this nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was missing something important but he didn't know what. Did he forget to do his homework? He shook his head, remembering he never did his homework as it was a waste of his time. He scratched his head in contemplation, trying to work out what he was forgetting.

He raised another spoonful of cereal to his lips when he tensed up at the jolt of shock that went down his spine. Last night...he was with Kagome, wasn't he? But why? He hasn't hung out with Kagome for months, she was always out sick with these weird illnesses no one's ever heard of. Was she back? If so, what the hell was he doing with her last night? He paused when an image of him and Kagome kissing under a streetlight popped up in his head and he dropped his spoon in surprise, the milk splashing out onto the table and hitting his cheek.

"What the fuck?" He breathed out. "That can't be real, no way in hell. I don't even like Kagome like that, let alone girls!" He hurried out of his seat, wiping the milk off his cheek and rushing to put his shoes on as he ran out the door. "I have to ask Kagome before she starts catching feelings for a handsome guy like me. Now, where could she be on a Sunday morning?" He paused and face-palmed at his stupidity. "Her house, dumbass."

He continued his trek to her shrine when he remembered all those steps that leads to her house. He groaned and sighed, already tired and wanting to go back home to sleep the rest of the day away. He shook his head and ignored the weirded out looks he was getting and stared forward in determination. "I can do this." Resuming his walk, he noticed he didn't bring his phone and didn't exactly know what time it was as he never looked at the clock before he left the house in a rush. Was it even Sunday? He sighed once again at his stupidity. Fucking dumbass, indeed.

Many confusing turns and asking for directions after getting lost multiple times, he finally reached Kagome's house a full hour later. He forgot that he hadn't been to her house in a while and didn't recall where it was. Though looking at it now, he felt as if he was just here yesterday which wouldn't make sense at all. Why was his memory so bad lately?

Halfway up the steps, he was convinced it was a cruel torture method for sinners like himself. A good six minutes of struggling later, he sat on top of the steps breathing heavily and holding his chest. "Fucks sake, how does Kagome do this everyday?"

"Do what?"

Hikari screamed and turned around, seeing Kagome tilting her head at him in curiosity.

"Kagome! What the freak! Don't sneak up on me, I have a sensitive heart!"

Kagome smiled in amusement. "I've been standing here for a minute now, Senpai. You didn't notice?"

"No, I didn't, you freaking ninja." Hikari stood up and dusted off his pants. " Actually, Kagome, I came by because I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, okay. Come inside, I'll make some tea." She grabbed his hand and Hikari awkwardly glanced down at their intertwined hands before clearing his throat.

Pulling him inside, she shut the door and locked it behind her. "Take your shoes off and follow me."

"Yes, ma'am." he said and did what she ordered. Taking his shoes off, he followed after her into the kitchen and watched as she put the kettle on the stove and took a seat at the table closer to the stove while he took the one from across her.

"What did you want to ask me?" Kagome said, putting her head on her hand.

A moment of silence passed as Kagome stared at him and he uncomfortably cleared his throat. "Right. I- uh- um...Did we, you know...kiss?" he nervously ran his hand through his hair and avoided eye contact, looking at everything but her.

Kagome laughed and leaned forward in her seat. "Yeah, we did. That's all you wanted to ask me?"

Hikari spluttered. "W-what do you mean? We kissed! D-don't you have a boyfriend or something?"

Kagome snorted and rolled her eyes. "It's complicated."

"Oh. If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong with him?" Hikari tilted his head, not understanding why a guy wouldn't want a girl like Kagome. If he liked girls, he would definitely date her.

Giggling, Kagome smiled at him affectionately. "You think somethings wrong with him and not me?"

Hikari nodded earnestly, crossing his arms. "Of course. Have you seen yourself? Beautiful, caring, and brave. I mean, I haven't seen you in awhile and yet you're still the same old Kagome. Nothing has changed."

Kagome smiled at him before it slowly turned into a frown. "Hikari, you saw me last week. Don't you remember? We played games at your house and went out to eat. On the way home, you asked me to go out with you but I turned you down and that's when you kissed me. You don't remember any of that?"

Hikari shook his head in bewilderment. What the actual fuck was happening to his memories? "I-I don't. Are you sure? Kagome, I don't like you like that. I'm-"

The sound of the kettle going off interrupted him and he sat back in his seat as Kagome sent him an apologetic smile. She got up from her seat and turned the stove off, reaching into her cabinet to grab two mugs; she poured the boiling water into them and stared at her tea selection in thought, trying to figure out which one she felt like having. "Any preference?" she asked, looking back at Hikari. He shook his head and went back to staring at hands. She sighed and muttered under her breath about him being no help.

Hikari was deep in thought. What Kagome was saying didn't add up. How could he have seen her last week when he had no recollection of them hanging out in the first place? He doesn't even remember what he did last night, let alone last week. Either he was on some serious drugs or Kagome was lying to him. Why was his memories filled with so much blank spaces? Why couldn't he remember last night or the day before that? Before he could think on the matter any further, a mug with steaming tea appeared in front of him and he looked up at Kagome to see her watching him carefully, as if she was trying to dissect his thoughts. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously when she quickly fixed her face to look innocent.

She was up to something.

"Everything okay? You seem to be thinking hard about something." Kagome sat back down in her seat and blew on her tea. Taking a small sip, she hummed in delight after swallowing it and took another sip.

"Nothing you need to worry about." He stared at his tea thoughtfully and raised it to lips to drink some when he caught Kagome staring at him intently. He raised a brow at her in question and she averted her eyes and went back to sipping her tea. He sipped his also and noted the weird taste it had. "What kind of tea is this?" He asked, taking another sip and then a mouthful; trying to discern what kind of brand it was.

"Just some green tea." She answered shortly, keeping her eyes strictly to her tea.

"Hm. I've never had green tea taste like this before. You add something to it?"

"You know, you ask a lot of questions. Why don't you finish what you were saying before? Something about you being...?" Kagome said, shoulders tense.

Hikari noticed her odd change in behaviour but put it aside for now. "I was just saying that I'm gay so I couldn't have asked you out or kissed you."

Her eyes widened in shock before they were clouded with horror. "Shit." Kagome ran her hands through her hair and stared at him before getting up and pacing in front of him. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit."

Hikari stood up also and grabbed her shoulders. "Kagome calm down, it isn't that serious. Are you homophobic? Is that why you're freaking out?"

"What? No, no. Of course not. I'm freaking out because I laced your fucking tea!" She looked at him apologetically as his vision started to blur.

"W-why would you do that?" He slurred, stumbling over his feet.

"It was supposed to be part of the plan! Aw man, Inuyasha's gonna kill me." Kagome rubbed her temples in dismay, gazing at him with a troubled look.

"Plan? What p-plan? Who the hell is Inuyasha?!" Hikari shouted, sitting back down and holding his head.

"The plan that's not going to work now because you're freaking gay!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry that me being gay is such an inconvenience to your diabolical plans." He said sarcastically, feeling his eyes start to close on their own accord. He was never drinking anything from somebody else again.

"I don't wanna hear any sarcasm from you mister." Kagome retorted back. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Why me?" She asked to no one. When she didn't get a sarcastic response back, she looked over at Hikari to see him slumped over. Remembering she's gonna have to carry him back, she groaned and once again asked why did she always find herself in situations like these.