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Vulnerable- Song of Love

ankle.
"Damn it!"
She knew very well that she hadn't twisted her ankle.
"Kagome!"
The addressed looked up. It was Inuyasha.
"Inuyasha ..."
"Kagome, what happened?"
He picked up Kagome and went to the nearest bank.
"I don't know, but suddenly I was on the floor."
"Are you twisted?"
"No, it is."
"But doesn't that mean you've been tripped?"
"Yes, I think so. I also already know who could have done that ..."
Kagome told Inuyasha about her little "conversation" with Ashley and that she had the feeling that the American would follow her.
"Are you saying that Ashley pushed you?"
"Yes. I know that sounds absurd, but it is. Do you believe me, Inuyasha?"
"Of course I believe you. I know what they're capable of. Especially Ashley. I'll take you home now, okay?"
"Is good."
He took Kagome in his arms as if bridal and carried her to house number 14. Then he realized that she had fallen asleep.
So he rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open. But nothing happened.
So he decided at short notice to go to himself and deposit Kagome with him.
Hardly five minutes later the Hanyou dug out his front door key and when he unlocked it, he could already hear the booming music - not at all good for a Hanyou with sensitive ears.
"Ohh, Inuyasha! And you brought Kagome with you! Come on, have a drink with us!"
When it was said "Hey, we're celebrating!", Sango was the first to say yes and also the first to be blue.
"Stop drinking, Sango! You are full enough! And besides, turn the music down."
"Ohhhh!"
Sango went back to Miroku, Sesshomaru and the others, while Inuyasha opened his room as quickly as possible.
He even locked his door, because he could well imagine that certain people in this house would come up with the wonderful idea of ​​rushing in here.
Inuyasha put Kagome in his bed and he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the black-haired beauty sleep.
She is so beautiful, he thought, before finally going to the land of dreams himself a lot.

The next morning there was a lot going on in the boys' house number 136.
The girls had all stayed there and Sango in particular had a bad hangover.
"Never again pure vodka!", She moaned and shoved a third aspirin into her mouth.
Meanwhile, a certain Kagome woke up and looked at the weight that was on her stomach.Well, she thought, what is that?
It was a hand. She followed the arm of the hand, the shoulder, before finally seeing the head of the hand. A young. He looked like Inuyasha. Just that he had black hair.
"Um ... hello?"
She tapped the stranger and shook him a few times.
Suddenly Mister X started yawning heartily and stretching.
"Hm? Oh, Kagome, I'm sorry ... I ... I didn't really want to fall asleep ... but ..."
"Um, could you tell me beforehand who you are and where I am?"
"Huh? Kagome, it's me, Inuyasha!"
"Yeah, nice try. Inuyasha has silver hair and sugar-sweet ears. And you have black hair and no sugar-sweet ears. No ears at all."
The young man got up and went to the mirror.
"Damn it! Why didn't I think of it?"
"You see. You're not Inuyasha."
"Kagome, I'm Inuyasha. I always turn into a human at the new moon. You know, I'm a half-demon. And once a month my human blood takes control."
"Then ... then is it really you?"
"Yes. Oh yes, you are in my room."
"Hm? Why is that?"
"I wanted to take you home yesterday."
"Yes, actually. But?"
"But meanwhile you fell asleep and when I rang the doorbell, no one opened the door."
"Why that? Sango and Ayame should have been there."
"They were here. Partyed with Miroku, Sesshomaru, Koga and Rin."
"Oh."
Kagome got up, completely forgotten about her pain.
"Ahh!"
Inuyasha caught her reflexively, but could no longer hold herself and so what had to happen happened: Both of them had absolutely no balance and so they could find each other on the ground again. And in a way that they "actually" didn't want it to be. Inuyasha on Kagome.
Both looked deep into each other's eyes. Inuyasha lovingly brushed a strand behind her ear.
"Kagome ..."
The addressed ran her hand over his face and caressed his cheek. Their faces got closer and closer ... but then, ...
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