Battlefield
Summary: Hanyou vs Miko...let the games begin!
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Even with the loud growling above her, she could not stop the giggles from erupting out. The claws that dug into her sides warned her to stop and yet she couldn't. Her mind even screamed at her, enough, but no. She continued to laugh so hard, tears speared from her eyes.
"Kagome, it wasn't that damn funny!" Inuyasha yelled, trying desperately to get the girl's hands away from her stomach when he realized she did it in pain. "You know you're only hurting yourself by laughing."
She tried to sit up. "But you were all…I'm going to show you and drink this soda and pop!" she snorted. "You got soaked!"
The hanyou grumbled. "You didn't warn me those stupid things they explode or I never woulda." A silver eyebrow winged up in revelation as he pointed an accusatory finger at his mate. "You did it on purpose!"
Wiping away the last of her tears, Kagome could feel the amusement slowly dying. "I did not."
"Did so!"
She rolled her brown eyes skyward. "Why would I do that?"
Her hanyou snorted. "Duh, to get a laugh out of me when all that sudsy crap exploded in my nice hair."
"You have nice hair?"
He eyeballed her so hard; she would have sworn he'd suddenly seen horns growing out of her head. "Don't play dumb, you and I both know I'm the one with nice hair."
Oh that did not go well. Suddenly he felt the spraying of another can as Kagome shook a third in her hand. "You calling my hair nasty, dog-breath?"
He sputtered. "Who taught you that one?"
She cracked open the extra can when the other died out and sprayed it in his face. With a growl, he pushed them both down on the ground with a loud 'humph' as Kagome glared at her husband. "Oh…a wolf we know."
Inuyasha lunged forward before she had time to squeak as his mouth touched hers. "Stay away from him."
"Nah."
"Kagome…" The warning was ignored as Kagome looked sideways, a smirk on her face. "You better listen to me or-"
Without warning suds sprayed into her face, soaking her top and hair as well. She gasped which only let the root beer flavor to slip inside her mouth as she flailed. Coughs wracked her and she felt an urgent hand patting her back.
"You're going to pay for that one, dog-boy."