He watched through black beady eyes as his owner, a beautiful, intelligent, caring, and all-around great person, Kagome, opened the door to that man who always stole her away every Friday evening.
And Saturday…
And Monday…
And Thursday…
He wanted to growl at the man. What claim did he have over Kagome? Yes, his scent was heavy on Kagome but still, she was not pupped, he had not moved in, and had not even marked her as his own (though Kagome always hated that when he did it). He, Shippou, had more claim on Kagome then this man yet he refused to accept that.
Humph!
He heard his master say something in the odd language she and others of her kind spoke before slipping off. The man, Inuyasha or whatever she called him, sat down in his chair. His chair! The chair he and Kagome curled up in while watching the moving picture box.
The dog growled.
Inuyasha seemed not to understand what this meant; he just laughed it off, scratching behind his ears like Kagome did when he was being good.
The reddish-brown dog snapped at the man.
"Shippou! Bad-boy!" Kagome yelled, reentering the room.
What a lucky man.