***Author's note: So happy to be back! And I think I said in one of my Author's notes for another story, I mentioned that after these I will not be writing for Inuyasha anymore. Some of my fans have suggested that I write for another anime, and that won't be it either. I only started writing for Inuyasha because it was never finished, and since it is, and I have watched the last few episodes, I don't see how I could write anymore for it. However, I will write for Inuyasha still, but not Inuyasha and Kagome fics. I will be writing for Sango and Miroku. And maybe other things as well, like movies and books. So I'm just gonna start the chapter now!

FYI: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own my own characters and creatures.

Chapter 7

Inuyasha slept the whole day. He ignored the knocks. The yelling of his name. He ignored Kagome's worry. He just wanted to get some sleep. His mind kept him up all night because of Kagome. And now she was knocking on his door every hour.

Finally, when he got at least three hours of sleep, he waited for her to knock on his door again. When she did, he got up and opened the door quickly, making her jump.

"What do you want?" he demanded. "Can't someone sleep in without someone knocking on their door every hour?"

"Why were you sleeping in?" she asked him, placing her hands on her hips.

"Because I wanted to," he snapped, pushing his way passed her and storming down the stairs.

"You're always awake before anyone else," she stated, following him down the steps as quickly as she could. "You never sleep in."

"I wanted to today," he mumbled, not looking back. He grabbed an apple off the counter and took a bite.

Kagome noticed he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. "Did you go out last night?"

"It's none of your business what I did last night," he growled. He still didn't look at her.

"So you did," she stated, leaning against the counter he was turned to. "Where did you go?"

"No where."

Kagome sighed. She knew he wouldn't tell her. "Fine." She walked off.

Inuyasha didn't show it, but he was relieved.

Kagome was extremely frustrated. He was so difficult. He went out, but where did he go? A girlfriend's house? But he told her he didn't have a girlfriend. Was he lying? Or did he go to a bar? She knew he was arrested for underage drinking a few times before. Where did he go?

She pushed it from her mind. What was the sense of driving yourself mad over something you would never know?

She went on with her chores, moving the ancient items and sorting through them. She would not think of Inuyasha today. He was somewhere doing his own thing, and she was here doing hers.

Of course, her thing was sometimes dangerous. She had to move heavy items sometimes, and sometimes those heavy items so happened to be on a shelf almost out of her reach. She saw a huge sword on the top shelf, and it was wrapped in a blanket. The sword was definitely bigger than her. She pulled it toward her, almost off the edge, and the shelf broke before she got a hold of the sword.

She felt a sharp pain over her left eye, and then everything went dark.

Grandpa Higurashi ordered Inuyasha to go to the storage room and get him the list Kagome had with her, and so Inuyasha was on his way to the storage room. He opened the front door to the house and smelt blood. It was fresh blood and Inuyasha knew exactly whose blood it was, which made his stomach turn to knots.

He hurried to the storage room, throwing open the door and finding Kagome unconscious. She had blood above her left eye, and it was slowly trickling down the side of her face. The object that had injured her lay on top of her, bundled in a blanket, interfering with her breathing.

He hurried to her side, picking up the incredibly frustrating thing and throwing it to the side easily. He didn't care if it was a sacred thing, he hated it at this moment, wished it was never in this storage room to harm his angel. If it wasn't wrapped it could have killed her, and then nobody would save him.

He gently picked up the angel's limp body, completely forgetting the list he was sent to retrieve. He quickly, but carefully, carried her into the house. He set her on the couch as carefully as he could, before he went to get her grandfather and mother.

He found her grandfather in the backyard. "Gramps," he started when he was close enough that the old man could hear him.

"Inuyasha, did you get it? Hand it over, boy," the old bag rasped. He turned to look at the half demon, who was empty handed. He was about to say something when Inuyasha interrupted.

"Kagome's hurt," he told him. "She was in the storage room on the floor."

The old man's eyes went wide, and he started toward the house. "Where is she now?" he demanded.

Inuyasha followed him. "In the living room. She didn't wake up, and she's bleeding."

Grandpa Higurashi made it to the living room in record time. He gaped at his unconscious granddaughter. "How did this happen?"

"I think she was trying to move a sword. The shelf was broken, and the sword was on her," Inuyasha told her.

He watched at Grandpa Higurashi went over to the angel and pick up the phone. He spoke urgently to someone on the other line. Inuyasha decided it was time to find her mother.

And he found Mrs. Higurashi in the kitchen baking, always baking, and told her what he thought happened and what was going on. He told her that Grandpa was calling the doctors and that one of them was coming over, from what he heard of the conversation going on in the living room.

He went back to the angel, sitting by her with her mother, waiting for the doctor to get here. Anxiously, impatiently. He knew something might be wrong. She could have a concussion or maybe something worst. The doctor needed to be here now. Right now.

Right now.

Kagome walked through the house, wandering, looking for anybody. But everyone was gone. The house was empty and completely quiet. It wasn't the comfortable quiet either; it was the eerie, shiver-inducing quiet.

"Hello?" she called and the sound caused the spot above her eye to throb. She winced and touched it lightly.

She saw something move out of the corner of her eye, and she turned toward it, just missing it. "Who's there?" she called, her voice echoing in the empty house.

She heard laughing, a child laughing. It sounded like a young boy, around the age of five or six, and it echoed off the walls. "Hello?"

She saw a flash of silver out of the corner of her eye, and when she turned to see what it was it disappeared into the next room. She slowly followed it. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She heard more echoing laughter, and saw more silver in the corner of her eye ducking behind the doorway into the dining room. She followed the silver into the room, and stopped as soon as she entered the room.

At the table was a small boy with silver hair and little fuzzy triangles on the top of his head, sitting with a black haired woman and white haired man, and another person with long hair and triangles on his head, and Kagome assumed that was the boy's brother.

She only saw the boy from the front. The others she only saw from behind. They remained faceless people.

They were eating at the table and the small boy was happy. Then the scene changed, and the boy was about a year older, and the faceless woman was crying and holding the boy. The older brother sat at the end of the table, motionless. The man was missing.

The boy pulled away from his mother and ran into the living room. The woman stretched her hand after him, but he was already gone. Kagome looked at the mother and brother then followed the pain-filled boy to the living room.

Now, she saw the boy sitting on the couch and the mother standing over him, her back to Kagome, and the boy was laughing, happy again. The faceless brother stood a bit behind the woman, and his back was toward Kagome too.

Then the room was dark and the boy was a little older, and he was in a black suit, standing next to the faceless brother, also in black. The boy looked angry, and the woman was now missing.

Then the scene changed again, but the room was still dark. But this time it was littered here and there with trash, and the boy was about ten. He was yelling at the faceless brother, but she couldn't hear what he was saying, and he stormed through the living room to the door and slammed through it.

Then what seemed like a day later as she watched, the boy came back, tired, bloody, and bruised. He walked to the house somewhere, and then the sound came back again. The doorbell rang, causing above her eye to throb again, and the boy went to answer it.

There was a man behind it, his face in shadow, and he was wearing a suit. The boy realized who the man was and turned to run through the house, but the man grabbed him by the arm. The brother stood in the middle of the room and watched as the man took the boy away. The boy looked at him in betrayal.

Then the boy was a teenager, standing beside her and the brother was gone. The boy was the way she knew him now, angry, big, and muscular.

"Inuyasha?" she asked.

He was staring at the door, and Kagome followed his gaze, where the faceless brother stood at the door. But now he had a face, at least, one that Kagome imagined he looked like. He had the same ears as the boy standing next to her, the same hair and eyes, and he looked almost like the boy next to her.

He looked at his brother with hatred, and Kagome realized why his older brother couldn't keep Inuyasha in line after their parents died. He was never there before they died. He was always standing off to the side or in the background.

Kagome looked at Inuyasha again, worry lacing her features and her fear spiking a bit. "Inuyasha?" she asked again. She was afraid because she didn't know what was going on. She was upset and angry. She didn't remember how she got into the house. The last thing she remembered was being in the storage house organizing and-

Her eyes snapped open and she was about to jump up, but someone was there, their hands on her shoulders to keep her down, hands that had claws, hands that were strong but gentle. She was breathing heavy, panic shooting through her. She didn't know what was going on, and someone was holding her down-

"Calm down," a strong male voice ordered her. "You hit your head with a sword in the storage room." His hands were gone now. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" he snapped.

Kagome focused on the person who was speaking, no one else except the infamous Inuyasha and glared.

"I don't know. My chores, maybe?" she snapped back. She started to sit up, but his hands shot out again and held her down.

"You hit your head," he growled. "The doctor thinks you should take it slow for awhile." He moved his hands again.

Kagome looked at him warily, making eye contact, and sat up slowly. "Why should you care so much then? You aren't a doctor. Unless there's something I'm missing," she told him angrily.

"I'm not a doctor," Inuyasha growled, sitting back and angrily staring at her. "And I found you."

That made Kagome go quiet and slowly, and a bit shyly, look up at him. "Oh. Sorry."

Inuyasha didn't know what she was apologizing for, and he had a feeling it was for being so rude to him when she woke up. He didn't say anything.

Her mother walked in. "Oh, Kagome! You're awake!" she said, rushing over. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

Kagome tried to think, but it was fuzzy. She remembered being in the storage room and moving items. And the sword…

"The shelf is broken in the storage room," Kagome stated.

"We know, sweetie," her mother stated. "Does that mean you remember?"

Kagome nodded. "A little bit. It's kind of unclear."

Her mother nodded. "The doctor thought you might have a foggy memory. He says you should remember in a few days."

Kagome nodded absentmindedly. She was too busy thinking of the dream she had while she was unconscious. The only one who could give her answers was sitting right next to her. She waited for her mother to leave.

"Inuyasha..." she started.

****Author's note: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. It's been a long summer for me, but I don't want it to end. I have so much to do next year. I have freshmen I have to mentor, AP classes. So much. I gave my freshmen the tour of the school the other day. It was cool. I think they'll like it at my school. Now I just have to make sure that I pay attention to my fanfics and writing. I'll make time for everything this year. I promise. I can't slack anymore. Thanks for reading and please review!