Her fingers tentatively pushed open the door, revealing the one person she'd hoped she would never see again.
"Inuyasha.."
The name was a whispered poison, her heartbeat already gaining in tempo as she took a stpe back, already knowing that it would be best to run, to hide, but knew that she wouldn't. She would never run from him.
"Wench." the white haired male nodded, looking completely at home in her leather chair. Hers.
A small spark ignited in her, and she didn't know what she was doing until she was inches away from his face, teeth bared.
"Get out of my house." she found herself hissing. "I don't know what you think you're doing here, but I am not about to accept it."
There was a flicker of satisfaction in her gut as Inuyasha's eyes widened. Probably because he'd never seen this side of the raven haired woman before. Not that he would care if she did anyway. He was always in it for something else. Something bigger, something that was just out of his reach.
It pissed her off beyond all imagining.
However, her momentary victory faded as he rose from the chair, the movement slow, predatory, and calculating. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as he approached, and Kagome found herself wishing that Toga hadn't just dropped her off at the curb.
"I never said you had to accept it, bitch." Inuyasha said smoothly. "In fact, I never even said you had to enjoy it, did I?"
It was then that Kagome realized she had just awoken something deep and terrifying within the male standing before her, and she knew that it was about to get even worse.
Her gaze flickered to the kitchen, where there was a chance at surviving the fight that she knew was about to happen. The bloodbath that would follow. What word would he carve into her skin this time, she wondered? Pet, perhaps? Slave?
Prisoner?
He prowled slowly over to the door, closing it with finalty and clicking the locks into place. Kagome inched towards the kitchen, her head quite clear despite the danger she was in, and reached for the knives that were laying neatly in their wooden holder.
But before she could grasp the long handle of her target, a long nailed hand latched onto her wrist.
"Now what do you think you're doing, wench?" Inuyasha asked blandly, tilting his head to one side as he closed in.