(A/N: hey! We all know that I don't own Inuyasha. I'm sorry for all the fluff in here. I was just feeling in a pretty fluffy mood . Enjoy. Any comments are welcome. )

The pictures scattered to the floor as my grip could not hold the vile evidence any longer. This was no longer just an ex-boyfriend taunting me; this was a psychotic stalker who would not stop until he got what he wanted: me. I heard my feet before I knew what I was doing. I was walking out of the employee's area and back to my car. The nightmare was too much for me.

I felt Inuyasha's presence behind me a few minutes later. He seemed to hesitate, then I heard the lock click and the driver's side door open, and I followed immediately. I saw something brown out of the corner of my eye, and I knew that Inuyasha had kept the folder for evidence. A few minutes later, Inuyasha spoke, "You can't go back to work."

Normally, I would have yelled at him for being so arrogant, for telling me that I couldn't do something. However, I knew he was right, and I was too numb to talk, so I nodded silently. The rest of the ride to my apartment was silent. Neither of us wanted to speak, because there was nothing to speak about; at least, nothing that we wanted to speak about at the moment.

I heard Inuyasha open my door before I realized that the car had even arrived at my apartment. His hand touched my arm and I immediately shook it away, because I couldn't deal with the unexpected jolt of electricity that coursed through my body at his ministration. Inuyasha spoke "Get your stuff and we need to be out of here soon."

"What are you talking about?" my voice stated numbly.

"We're going to sleep at my mom's house." My head snapped up, so he continued, "He couldn't get inside of my mom's house, that's why there were only pictures from the outside. You'll be safer."

"Wait. Where are we going to sleep at your house? Your mom told me that they were refurbishing the floor in your room," even with the fog of disbelief, I managed to remember that fact in my returning lucidity.

Inuyasha looked at me as though I belonged at Western State Mental Hospital, "What are you talking about? I just got my new carpet last year." A growling sound resounded through the stairs, and I suddenly realized that it was me.

About thirty minutes later, I had gathered almost all of Shippo's and my belongings. Inuyasha had carried them down the stairs into my car, and then he started to drive again. The drive was surprisingly fast, maybe because my mind was preoccupied.

My laundry basket felt heavier with the weight of all of my belongings. Inuyasha was carrying most of the objects though, which I felt grateful for. I was also grateful that he was being surprisingly silent tonight, as if he really did sense that I wasn't in the mood for his certain type of "charm."

Inuyasha's mom opened the door, and her face twisted into surprise as she saw all of my belongings, and me, outside on the step. "Honey, what are you doing here? Don't you have work?"

"She's not going to work. He found her," Inuyasha answered for me and pushed through the door.

"Where am I going to sleep?" I asked hesitantly.

The tint in his mom's face went from pale to bright red in a matter of seconds. "Well… um… we don't have any more rooms, and I don't want you sleeping on the couch alone… So you'll have to sleep in Inuyasha's room." Her face became almost as red as a maraschino cherry in a shirley temple.

My face felt hot too, knowing that I would have to sleep in the same room as Inuyasha for a while. However, I simply nodded and trudged up the stairs behind Inuyasha. He opened the door and placed my stuff down onto his floor. His room was normal sized, just as I remembered it from before. There were a few changes to his room, like a bigger bed, a less kid-like bedspread, less mess on the floor, more rock posters on the walls, but essentially it was the same layout as I remembered.

I cleared my throat, "Uh, I'm going to go check on Shippo," I cleared my throat again, "I'll put my stuff up later." I rushed out of the room and down to the living room. Shippo and Rin were down there playing happily, and my eyes felt like an ocean. I didn't know what was going to happen. What exactly did Kouga want to do with us? Shippo did not deserve this drama in his life, especially at just two years old. "Hey, Kit," I said weakly with tears making my eyes shine.

Shippo looked up from his game as I descended the stairs, "MOMMY!" he ran fast and attacked me around my legs. I picked up and nuzzled my nose in his red hair.

"What have you been up to, Baby?"

"Everything, Mommy! Rin and I went to the zoo with her grandma, and I got a soccer ball…" He kept babbling on and on as I carried him to the couch. I let him talk, and finally when he stopped I hugged him tightly.

"Do you want some pancakes and… eggs for dinner?" I smiled happily.

"YAY!" he scrambled out of my arms and rushed towards the kitchen, "Are you coming, Mommy??"

To get to the kitchen, I chased after him playfully. While we were in the kitchen, I started mixing together ingredients, and I let Shippo talk. Eventually, Rin, Inuyasha's mom, and even Inuyasha joined us for our "dinner." I watched as Inuyasha's face lit up as he laughed at what Rin and Shippo were saying, and how his face darkened in concern when his mother received a tiny cut from slicing up the fruit. My chest tightened as I saw the Inuyasha I once knew blend with the invincible man who stood before me today. I felt at home with his laugh. A few times I caught him staring at me the same way I was staring at him, but we both looked down whenever we noticed the other was watching.

A few hours later, Shippo and Rin were in bed, and I had decided that I was extremely tired. I walked up to Inuyasha's room, while he stayed watching TV on the couch. I dressed into my bedclothes, and suddenly I looked over at his bookshelf. I saw something that I knew I recognized, so I pulled it out, and I gasped.

It was an enlargened version of the collage I had made of us both from elementary school, when we had been the best of friends. There were pictures of us in the schoolyard, and at the sock hops, and a few of us at his house. The largest picture in the middle, though, was my favorite. I remember it had been taken at my birthday party that his mom had thrown for me, I was in a dress that I abhorred, but I wore because his mom had picked it out for me; Inuyasha was in a tux, and both of us had cake all over our faces, with our arms around each other, smiling innocently. I sat back on the bed as I reminisced about the different pictures.

I jumped when I heard Inuyasha speak, "I got that enlarged and laminated because that was the last thing you gave me, remember?"

"Yeah," I shook my head, "why did you keep it?"

He sat down next to me on the bed and took half of the collage. He sighed, "I guess I kept it because I realized I was an idiot for letting you guys go." I looked at the picture of Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha and I at the far corner of the collage.

"We were happy," I turned to face him and I saw something in his eyes as he moved closer. I jumped away and said, "I'm going to go to sleep." I opened the covers and lay down, pretending to fall asleep. I felt him move onto the other side of the bed, but he didn't fall asleep.

Thirty minutes later I felt him turn over to me, and brush my hair aside. "Kagome, I know you're asleep, but I just needed to get this out: You have become the most beautiful woman that I have ever known, inside and out. I'm jealous of the love you give Shippo, because I have started to hope that you would one day give that same love to me." He kissed me on the cheek and turned over. My cheek burned, but I managed to finally fall asleep within an hour next to his comforting presence.