Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and Co. I believe that honor goes to Rumiko Takahashi. I do, however, own Natasha.

CHAPTER 18 - Natasha strikes again

Sesshomaru decided he had been sleeping too much. Especially with her. He had intended to meditate, but had ended up falling asleep. She woke him up, telling him he was having a dream. He vaguely remembered Kagome being the center of his dream, but what was his dream? He didn't dare ask.

He was still angry about Tokijin being stolen. That was his only useful sword. He didn't need it, but it was still his property. Nobody stole from Sesshomaru and lived to tell about it. He had expected encouragement from Kagome, but he had never expected her to say "we" even though he knew damn well that was who she was.

"Mmmm, it's so warm," Kagome moaned. She had snuggled deeper into her sheets, relishing in the warmth they provided. "I could stay here all day."

She looked up at him. Her brown eyes were focused on him. "I see your burns have healed."

He looked at one of his hands. It had indeed healed. "Hn," was his only response.

Demons heal faster than humans. It was only a flesh wound, even though it hurt like hell. He'd only wanted to check on her, and she had been meditating and had tried to purify him. Wanting to protect anyone was below him. Why did he want to protect her so much?

He sat up in the bed. Her smell was intoxicating him; he couldn't think at all. His inner beast growled inside of him and he closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. Maybe they could start laying off being together all the time. It was a huge risk. His beast wanted her, but he didn't. Either way, he was taking a risk. He would have to protect her from afar.

He tried that once before, and failed within 20 minutes. Sighing, he shook his head. It wasn't going to happen. Not from afar, anyway.

He looked back down at her, and she was also lost in thought. He could smell fear and sadness coming from her. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes forming. She sat up, still looking at him. She kissed his cheek, causing the spot to tingle, then she just left, telling him not to follow. There was something not right about her.

He had the nagging feeling that he needed to follow her. But she had told him to stay, and he promised her he would, like a little puppy. The feeling of needing to follow her was getting worse, and it was starting to bother him.

He heard a series of thuds coming from downstairs and a scream. It was Kagome's scream. In the blink of an eye he was downstairs, horrified at the sight he saw before him.

Blood was everywhere. Natasha stood, eyes crazed with desire of death, Kagome unconscious on the floor, bleeding, a few feet away from her.

"Sesshomaru," Natasha laughed. She sounded like a madman, or in her case, madwoman. "She will die, die by my hands. She won't last long."

Sesshomaru growled. He cracked his knuckles and prepared to fight her. He was NOT going to lose Kagome. She lunged and he moved out of the way, punching her in the side of the face from behind. She was obviously not in her right mind. She rolled and stood in a fighting stance, claws at the ready, and lunged again, snarling. This time he faced her head on, grabbing her hands and holding her in place. She smiled a wicked smile, and he wasted no time in striking her in the stomach. They ended up wrestling on the ground until he was able to hold her to the ground by her neck, choking her until she lost consciousness. He didn't want to use his poison yet. He hit her over the head hard enough to ensure that she wouldn't wake up for a while. Demons healed faster, but there was just a hint of poison in the blow. It would take at least an hour.

He picked her up by her collar and threw her onto the sidewalk. He seriously didn't care if she died or not. He rushed over to Kagome's lifeless body and picked her up, sniffing her. She was alive, but barely. Trying to keep his composure, he picked her up and rushed her to the hospital.

She lied on the bed, unconscious. Her family had already come and gone. He convinced them that he would stay with her overnight. He held her hand and for the first time in a long time, a tear fell down his face.