Disclaimer: It hurts me every time I say this...but... sniff sniff I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter 4

"Of course I ain't no boy!" She retorted. "Are you blind or just stupid!"

His eyebrows shot up in amusement and he grinned. "Got me a spitfire, I do."

He crouched down to where she lay, prone on the ground. "What's your name, wench?"

"Get away from me you son of a bitch," she ground out between clenched teeth.

She tried to sit up but the pain had doubled and she screamed in agony.

The man frowned and looked down at her injured leg. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He started to reach for her but she was persistent and did a clumsy flop in an attempt to escape him. She moaned and clutched her leg with her eyes squeezed shut. Tears started to leak out of the corners of her eyes and he started to feel the initial male panic of seeing a woman cry.

"Damn it, Bitch! Hold still! I'm trying to help you!"

"You're the one who shot me!" Her vision was beginning to get a little blurry. She blinked her eyes and tried to get her focus back, but to no avail.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't go barging into other's homes!"

"I didn't barge..." she said with a little less energy. "And you're trespassing..."

"You're right," he snorted. "You snuck into my home. And I'm not trespassing if this is my home now, am I?"

"This is my property," she said defiantly. "And these are my stables."

He smirked. "No ma'am."

"Do me a favor," she said breathlessly. "Remind me to kill you when I wake up."

And with that, she slipped into the realm of unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered before her eyes slipped closed were a pair of golden orbs staring back at her.

Kagome woke up slowly to the smell of food cooking on the stove. At first she thought that she was a kid again, waking up in her childhood room in her grandfather's house. She inhaled deeply and could instantly identify the pleasing aroma. Pancakes, sausage patties, and eggs (over medium, just the way she liked them). She stretched.

Then screamed.

And with that scream the memories came back in full force. Clutching her hip, she began to roll from one side to the other in an attempt to forget the pain. She cracked her eyes open just in time to see a rumpled cowboy run into the room with nothing but jeans on to cover his lean build.

His long silver hair was disheveled and the fluffy white ears on top of his head swiveled in every direction as he crouched down low and growled dangerously. She sat there for a moment, staring in wonder at the dog-man before her. She cocked her head to one side and observed as his growl died down and he came to the realization that there was no danger.

He slowly stood up and turned to her. Her heart sped up at the sight she beheld. His ears were now turned towards her, as were his eyes. His wide shoulders led to a muscled torso and a well toned 4-pack. His jeans were unbuttoned, showing his narrow hips as they formed a V-shape to disappear under the cover of his Wranglers. She glanced back up to his face to see him frowning.

"What the hell was that about?" He asked, walking closer to her small form.

"I...you..." She stammered, sitting up and backing herself against the wall.

She shivered as she felt a breeze touch her bare legs.

'Wait...bare?!'

She looked down to find that she only wore a large gray T-shirt and blushed, more than embarrassed at her predicament. She blushed darker when she realized how it must have gotten on her. She looked back up to find him standing not more than 2 feet away. She snatched up the sheets and covered her bare legs with more speed than she thought she could ever possess.

He cocked one eyebrow and grinned devilishly at her.

"It's a little late for modesty, sweetheart."

Embarrassment fled and made way for anger.

"What?!" She screamed. "You ignorant, perverted, son of a-"

"Tisk, tisk," he scolded, shaking a finger at her. "Ladies shouldn't say such vulgar words..." he smirked.

"I am no lady!" She shouted.

She shot up from the bed and winced as pain shot through her hip but that didn't prevent her from saying her part.

He looked her up and down and his smirk widened. "Maybe not. But I am anything but disappointed."

He made eye contact with her and she knew he was testing her.

She stood her ground and instead of covering herself up she reached forward, gripped his collar, and pulled his face down an inch away from hers.

"Give me my cloths and my gun back now, little boy," she seethed. "Or you'll regret ever waking up this morning."

Author's Note: Well, that was chapter four, I know I've kinda fallen behind schedule but I'll try to make it up for the next chapter!