I own nothing.
Forgiven
Kagome stormed into the house, ignoring her mother's cheerful greeting. Stomping her way up the stairs, she stoked the fires of her anger with each satisfyingly firm contact between her shoes and the steps.
"I don't care what excuse he gives," she ranted to herself. "This time, I'll sit him till his back breaks."
Honestly! How often had she told him that he couldn't just follow her to school? But when she just happened to look out of the window during math class, what did she see but the familiar flash of red against the green of the trees. She had stood up so abruptly that her chair had fallen over and everyone – everyone– had been staring at her. She'd had to make up some lame, and highly embarrassing, excuse about having to go to the bathroom; and no, it couldn't wait.
After dashing out of the building, calling a general sit in the direction she had seen Inuyasha last and then practically chasing him off of the school grounds, she had made her way back to class. With everyone staring at her.
And now that she was home, she was going to give Inuyasha a piece of her mind.
She opened the door to her room, ready to tear into him….and then stopped at the sight before her.
Inuyasha was sprawled on her bed, deeply asleep, his ears twitching from time to time at some remote sound. Kagome wasn't sure how he had remained asleep through her rather violent homecoming. He was normally such a light sleeper.
Except, he's been working so hard recently trying to find clues about Naraku and fretting about how many jewel shards he has. It's really no wonder he's exhausted. The thought made her eyes soften and her anger disappeared as quickly as it had come. Tiptoeing into the room, she gently pulled the quilt from her bed over Inuyasha's sleeping form, tucking him in more firmly.
Smiling at the satisfied sound coming from her hanyou, Kagome exited her room, deciding to do her homework in the kitchen and letting Inuyasha get some well-deserved rest.