CHAPTER 4
Night was approaching faster than Kagome would have liked. For the entire afternoon beforehand, Sesshoumaru had either been sitting dow on the living room couch, standing in a corner, or questioning her about one device or another.
"May I ask once more what this does?" He held up a muffin tray that Kagome was about to pour batter into. "That's a mold used to make a type of sweet and tasty bread called muffins. I'm making blueberry ones right now."
She quickly found out that Sesshoumaru hadn't cooked a day in his life, even while traveling in the futal era. The timer buzzed loudly, catching Sesshoumaru by surprise. He drew his sword and aimed it at the oven.
"NO! It's just an oven Sesshoumaru, relax! It's what cooks our food." He sheathed his sword and sat down at the kitchen table. "Why are you so jumpy over every little sound? You've never spoken to me once before, and now it seems like you want us to be friends. What's the big deal?"
"You're not ready yet."
"What does that even mean!?"
"It means I will tell you when it's the right time to tell you. No sooner, no later."
Kagome grumbled at this. "Arrogent prick."
"Stubborn female," he shot back. Wrong move.