Author's Note: Okay this is my very first fan-fiction. So give me good criticism, m'kay?

I look up from the flames to see Inuyasha standing with his back toward me, and I almost felt like growling. After ALL the difficulties I've been through for him, it would be appreciated if he showed a little gratitude. I roll my eyes to Sango, laying her head against Kirara's fur. Getting up and straightening out my skirt, I walked toward the unthankful hanyou.

"Wench, what's the matter now?" Inuyasha demanded while he folded his arms across his chest.

Feeling the need to annoy him, I asked, "Can I go home for a few days? Please?"

"Feh, you think I care?"

"Actually, I think you do. Or you just want me to leave so you can search for Kikyo." Saying that name brought a pang to my heart. Why is it the dead miko would water down such hopes for a spark between me and Inuyasha? No one knows. But him going out there with Nuraku hunting for him is not my idea of fun.

"Why would I do a stupid thing like that? Feh, I don't care if you go, just come back in a day."

Oh, now I was pissed. How dare he try to control my life! "SIT BOY!" I screamed at him. The magic in the necklace he bared forced him to the mud, and if I wanted to, the time to kick him while he was down emerged.

I heard the muffle while he spoke to the wet earth, "Now why'd you do that for?"

"I CAN COME A GO WHENEVER I PLEASE, INUYASHA!" And another "sit" screamed at him, I stalked over to Kirara and patted her head.

"Kirara, can you please take me back home? Of course only if it's okay with Sango." I glanced at Sango for approval.

Sango got up and stretched, looking around for Miroku. "It's fine with me, just be cautious Kagome, don't let anything harm you on your way to Kaede's village."

"Fine, Sango." I felt horrible leaving Shippo, but he was already sleeping soundly, and I didn't want to disturb him.

I climbed over Kirara's back and she took off. I hardly acknowledged the wind on my hair and body. And as we flew, I began to think of Inuyasha. I loved him, but yet I hated him for going to Kikyo. I shook my head. I am NOT jealous of her. It seem possible. Two sits and he didn't scream at me for leaving. I know he won't admit it, but…I think he doesn't like me leaving. But he could always come and get me! He didn't necessary had to, but he always did if I was gone for more than a day! I sighed and leaned forward toward the wind.

He might love me too. And that was the thought that made me able to sleep that night.

INUYASHA'S POINT OF VEIW:

God damn it, why did she always tell me to sit before she leaves so I can't stop her! Inuyasha growled as he felt the magic gently being pulled off his back, bit by bit. Oh, when she came back from her time, he wasn't going to welcome her at all.

That is, unless she doesn't bring ramen back with her.

Why did she automatically assume that he was going to find Kikyo? He had no reason to. They knew where Naroku was, and he didn't want to see her. Why she say that though? He desperately wanted to know.

He sighed and jumped into a tree and lied on a branch that made him able to clearly see the bright, shining stars over head. With his arms over his head, he sighed and shook his head.

What the hell is wrong with her, going off on a night like this? Naroku could probably send one of his puppets to snatch her away from me again. She will never be cautious enough!

Below, he head Sango speaking quietly to Miroku. He could barely hear it, and he had to strain his ears to hear to words coming out of the demon slayer's mouth.

"I bet you that any second he is going to go off to go get her."

"No doubt." The lecherous monk whispered to her.

Great. Nice to know my friends thought so highly of me. Soon Inuyasha got so irritated that he stood up and jumped in the air toward the village. He was going to talk to Kaede and then get Kagome. And get some ramen.

KOGOME'S POINT OF VIEW:

I sighed before I jumped through the well. Kirara could go to the village and rest there. She was really amazing for such a long trip. Ha! Let Inuyasha run through THAT!

I climbed out of the well with some difficulty. Sweat poured into my eyes, making my eyes blurry. My stomach felt weird and flip-floppy. I shrugged it off. It was nothing compared to the fake sicknesses the Grandpa imagined up. I rolled my eyes as I walked up to my home.

This was going to be a nice, relaxing breather.

Or so I thought.

Author's Note: Done! *whew* I hope you people review. It's kinda short, I KNOW but hey, it's a first, right?

~Lizzy