Author's Note: I'm back! I know that I haven't updated for an extremely lengthy period of time, and I apologize. I've been extremely busy- this year being my junior year of high school, and I didn't have time to update. But while I was away, all these ideas popped up in my head, and I suddenly had the inspiration to write several new stories. Expect loads of stories in the next week or so! Warning: Eyestrain may ensue, due to the fact that I tend to get carried away with my writing. (Just a joke, of course.) I plan to update all of my stories before I leave for Christmas vacation with my family. I love hearing from you guys, so please review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Drunken Demon

Inuyasha scowled, his hands pressing a clock closely to his face. "All right. Which one of these damn symbols makes Kagome come home?" he asked, frustrated. He had been here for a lengthy period of time- and, not being able to actually tell time, wasn't exactly sure how long he had been there. He tapped the glass surface of the clock and it cracked.

"Damn it. I don't think it's supposed to do that," he muttered. He wasn't even sure what it was. Supposedly, it was supposed to tell him the time. He had tried to make it talk, but it remained silent, even under his intense line of questions about when Kagome would be returning. Since she wasn't here, he figured that she was at school. Shrugging, he looked at the cracked piece of junk mounted between his fingers. He stashed it underneath the kitchen table. Good thing Kagome's family had a cloth draped over their table.

He had explored the house several times, and had found nothing of interest to him. Well, there had been that soul-snatching box in the den. There had been all sorts of souls trapped in there- and they were moving all about, talking to each other as if nothing was out of sorts. Like moving pictures. There had been several images of the box, and he kept hearing some man's voice shouting something about "TVs" and "low prices". So this thing was called a TV, whatever the hell that meant. He couldn't believe that Kagome wanted to live in a world where they sold soul-snatching devices! Well. She was fully human, after all. He shrugged, as if Kagome being a Mortal was an excuse for her possession of the evil device known as a "TV." This world was sick. Anyway, being the good hearted half-demon that he was, he had destroyed it with his Tetsaiga. He knew he had triumphed after the stupid soul-snatching box had sparked, and made some weird strangling noise. He couldn't wait to brag about it to Kagome. She would be impressed. Hopefully. 

Inuyasha had come in through the well, bored out of his mind, and hoping that Kagome would be interested in- he grimaced. What was that phrase?

"Hanging up?" he muttered to himself. No, that wasn't it.

"Hanging…in." Inuyasha stated dryly. No, no! Hmm. He mused over it.

"Hanging out!" He smirked, feeling rather proud at having remembered the phrase. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but he had heard Kagome ask her friend to "hang out" one time on the "phone". Kagome had tried to explain it to him, but she soon gave up, exasperated, because he simply could not grasp the concept of malls and such, having come from an entirely different era. When she left to hang out that day, he had retreated back through the well to his home, and had sulked around all day. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, nothing interesting ever happened when Kagome wasn't around. Just like today. So that was why he had come. Nothing was happening back home- at least not today, and he swore that he would throw up if he caught Miroku making lovey dovey faces at Sango one more time. Why didn't he just tell her that he loved her? Idiot.

Why didn't he himself tell Kagome how he felt? Oh, wait. He knew why. Rejection. But he was Inuyasha! How could any woman possibly resist his charms? He smirked cockily to himself. But the smile was replaced with a grimace. He didn't fear demons that were twice his size. He didn't fear Naruku, even having known that the hell-demon could mess up his life at any second. He didn't even fear Sesshomaru, his older demon brother. But he feared rejection.

"Feh," he snorted. Suddenly feeling nervous- though he didn't like to admit it- he sauntered around the house, searching for a drink of some sort to calm his nerves. Where did they keep the water? Something suddenly caught his attention.

"What's this?" he asked, pulling an object from its position. It had been tucked away neatly underneath a sofa cushion, but his keen eyesight had taken note of the slight bulge that the cushion had. Since it had been positioned so cleverly, Inuyasha assumed that it was supposed to have been hidden. What was it? The bottle was a dark forest green, so he wasn't able to see its contents, but he felt the liquid inside sloshing around as he shook it. Just a stupid bottle. He was about to stuff it back underneath the cushions, but something stirred in his memory.

He remembered that they had been on a long, hot summer hike back in his world that and Kagome had once complained bitterly that she had forgotten to bring along a water bottle. So this wasn't just a bottle- it was a water bottle! His ears twitched eagerly. He was careful not to crack the bottle with his claws; it was made of glass for some odd reason. Why was it made of glass? Didn't it just make disposal more inconvenient? Stupid humans, he thought. As he moved to inspect the peculiar human Inuyasha's fingers pressed against a slick surface, and he peered at the tag wrapped around the bottle. The writing system between his era and Kagome's era was practically the same, but Kagome's world was far more advanced that his own, and there were a lot of new words that she had to teach him. Why couldn't he understand this word? It was a water bottle, wasn't it? So shouldn't it have said "Water" on the tag? Feh. Humans had a fancy name for everything. He tried to pronounce the strange new word for water.

 "Al-Alholoc." He scowled. Kagome had taught him a few new words, and he was sure she had mentioned this one. But when he pronounced it, it somehow didn't sound right. He tried again.

"Alcoloh." Hmm. His face twisted into a perplexed grimace. Ah, to hell with the name. He didn't give a damn what it was called. He was thirsty, and it was only water, after all. He popped a clawed finger into the cork, and withdrew it from the bottle's neck. A strong odor filled his nostrils, and he staggered back from the acrid smell.

"What the hell did they do to this water?" he growled. There was no way he was going to drink that tainted liquid. For all he knew, it was poison. Kagome's family was pretty crazy...especially her younger brother, Sota. He had seen that wild, insane look lurking behind his eyes when he smiled. Or maybe that was just the way he looked when he was happy.

"Demon child," Inuyasha muttered to himself. Eh. What was he saying? Oh, right. There was no way that he was going to- he was interrupted suddenly; as if on cue, his throat had dried, leaving him gasping. His lips were parched.

"What the hell?" he managed to rasp. Damn it! He was dying of thirst here. There was no choice. He stared back at the bottle, and glared at the liquid rippling about inside. Taking a deep breath, afraid it was to be his last, he took a big swig of the liquid. Inuyasha felt it streaming down his throat; his eyes widened.

"This stuff isn't so bad," he remarked thoughtfully. Without further hesitation, he downed the whole bottle in a matter of seconds. He began swaying to and fro, snickering quietly to himself.

"In fact, this stuff tastttttes gooooooood."

That's it for the first chapter, but don't worry, I'll update soon! I hope that you guys liked this chapter; there's much more to come. Until next time: Adieu.

-Kizuhari-