The boy's eyebrows rose in surprise and amusement for a second, before they narrowed again as he took a step closer.
"Stop! I mean it, I'm going to use it!"
He shrugged and stepped closer. "So, what are you gonna do? Cook me?"
Her face burned with badly controlled fury and embarrassment, but she still couldn't shake of the feeling that there was something this – this – boy hadn't told her. May it be how the heck she got knocked out or why he had dog ears, something about him smelled fishy. 'Or maybe it's just this spoon. What is mother doing when cooking?'
When the boy took another step toward her she couldn't hold it anymore. She screamed – a pure amazon charge scream, and then hit him with all her strength on the side of his head. He flinched and stood still for what seemed like hours, before turning rage filled eyes to hers frightened ones.
"Now ya've done it." He growled.
Kagome yelped as the dog-boy jumped towards her, but from some unknown instinct she ducked and crawled under him, before sprinting out of the room. She heard him smash into the kitchen cabinets and a heated curse, but she didn't stop.
Frenetically she looked around her, disoriented for a moment before remembering where her front door was. She was just about to make a dash for it, just a few meters ahead of her, when she heard him coming – from that direction!
She turned and scrambled to the basement door, slammed it open and peered down in it.
InuYasha rubbed his chin. Damn that wench, she actually hit him! With a spoon for heaven's sake! Oh, when he found her he would take revenge.
Since he figured the girl would make a run for the outside, he chose the door he had walked through when InuYasha had heard some strange noises from the house. The girl had run out of the other door, therefore she was probably scared shitless at the moment and didn't really know how to get out of her own house.
He shook his head and started listening instead. There, from the left – soft footsteps quickly walking away and… down? A cellar?
He crouched and listened more closely. It definitely sounded as if she was in the basement. What was she, stupid? 'When they are stupid, they are usually easier to catch,' he smirked before leaping toward the source of the sound.
There, the basement door was wide-open. He mentally shook his head over female's clumsiness and then leaped down the stairs. Safely down he scrutinized his surroundings; an old piano, some large cartons in one dusty corner, a dryer and a washer. An old bicycle made the whole picture complete.
"Come out, come out." He mocked, smirking slightly. "There's nowhere to hide, and you know it. I just want to talk with you."
Suddenly the basement door slammed shut and a key locked him in the darkness.
