Chapter Three

What just happened? Inuyasha was just as confused as the first time he sniffed her. Then he realized she was a block ahead of him. He smirked. Bipolar, deceiving bitch. First, she's this prissy little whore, then she puts on an act of being innocent and angelic even. I'll show her who the fuck she's dealing with.

"Hey wench." He appeared in front of her with a blink of an eye.

"How did—" Kagome stuttered and looked behind her, then forward at him, again.

"I told you, I'm lost," he reiterated himself, this time, slower as if he was talking to a child.

Kagome became annoyed. "And I told you, not my problem." She walked around him, and again, walked forward, leaving him behind.

Inuyasha jogged next to her and strolled along her pace. "Look, I really don't want to die out here. Would you really want that on your hands?"

Kagome stopped with her head down and her bangs covering her eyes.

Inuyasha halted, too, confused. "What now? You have quadruple mood swings or something, I swear. If girls didn't have periods, then…"

His lips were moving, but she heard nothing. Another life on my hands? Ha, nothing new. He's not that even important enough for me to cry over about. But then, again, guilt would totally slap my face for not bringing him home at least. And if he dies after she brings him home, then she wouldn't be the blame. Yeah, that sounds good. Kagome thought for a minute. Well, something like that.

"Alright, I'll bring you home," she said and casually walked and turned a right corner. Inuyasha blink a few times to register that she just agreed. He followed her and hurried to her side.

"Are you trying to trick me wench? Because if you fucking are, I swear—"

"Yes, I will bring you home moron," Kagome replied. "But the bus doesn't run at night around here, obviously, so I'll have to bring your dumbass tomorrow morning."

Inuyasha didn't know how to feel about this, but it looked like he just didn't have a choice or a say in the matter if he wanted to get home safely. "Feh," his only remark.

Kagome sighed. Really Kagome? What did you get yourself into!

They finally entered Kagome's depressing abode and Inuyasha just observed the room. The walls were scraped and wallpapers were peeling. There was a window-ceiling, but most parts were broken. In the middle of the room is a large blue blanket. There was also a small, wrinkly, brown box on the right of the door frame.

This is where she lives? Inuyasha was in shock. He was disgusted at the room and the mold and the missing papers and stench of long ago death in the room. But he was downright awed at the girl who could live in such a place without so much a complaint.

"If you need to wash up, go to the door to your right," Kagome said. Inuyasha blinked and saw the door in far, dark left corner.

The bathroom was somewhat clean to his surprise when he turned on the light. The only dirty spots were the mirrors, but you could still see yourself in it.

Kagome pulled out another blanket, thicker than the last, when Inuyasha came out from the bathroom and stood next to her.

"Oi wench, where am I supposed to sleep?" Inuyasha asked, noticing the very limited options she had.

"You're a hanyou, sleep in a stove or something," Kagome mumbled as she laid down on the blue blanket and placed the thicker one on top of her.

"You can't be fucking serious!" Inuyasha barked in disbelief.

"What do you want to do, sleep under the covers with me?" As if on cue, Inuyasha slipped under the covers next to Kagome and slept on her left side. "What! What! No!" Kagome pulled the blanket towards her, but Inuyasha did the same exact thing. Tear. "Ahh, stop!" The blanket was going to rip in two, so Kagome pushed the blanket in between them. "Okay, okay, you can sleep near me, just don't touch me or I swear to kami I'm going to shove my foot so deep—"

"I get it!" Inuyasha grumbled and tried to get comfortable sleeping against the hardwood floor. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to touch someone so dirty. I might get an STD if I even laid a finger on you."

In all honesty, he knew she wasn't dirty. Her face was dirty from, well, dirt. But he knew she took showers and from her smell. The smell! Ah fuck, he thought, here we go, again. What is that that smell? Cherries? Watermelons? Apples? Chinese food?

"Bite me bastard." He broke out of his thought bubble.

"Can't—might get gonorrhea. It's like a fucking party surprise bag with you, just without the party. So then you're just a lame surprise bag. When I reach my hand inside and pull out disease bubbles all over my fingers, there's my surprise…and my life."

Kagome couldn't help but laughed aloud at the quick-wittedness of his comeback. Yes, she understood he just insulted her, but it was just too funny for her not to laugh. Just the way he said it.

Inuyasha didn't expect that reaction, but he couldn't help himself either. Her laugh was contagious. He chuckled along with her.

And there they lay, after their laughter died out a couple of minutes later. They both stared up into the dark sky through the broken ceiling window.

It was awkward silence thicken the air. But when the clouds parted ways to reveal the queen of the dark night, they both slowly started to drift into sleep. Kagome's eyes tried to stay open just in case Inuyasha tried something mischievous, so she just tightened her grip on her pocket knife in her right sweatpants pouch. Her eyes failed her as she drifted off into sleep.

Inuyasha, on the other hand, could only stare at the moon and think of one thing before he finally knocked out: Angel Kagome.