Bye Bye, Baby!
Chapter Six

About half an hour later, Inu yasha's face was plastered with a grin that Kagome couldn't help but roll her eyes at. He was a complete and total loon in her opinion and basically just gave her the creeps.

"Must you keep grinning like that?" Kagome asked, already knowing that he'd have some snide remark.

"Maybe," and there you go. Kagome sighed.

"Oh forget it, Moriko is more mature than you," Kagome said in annoyance. Throughout their trip to the grocery store to get Inu yasha his coffee aka the precious, he had whined and moaned about the injustice of New York and how Denver was better. Kagome noticed that many nasty looks were directed in his direction

"You better watch it, Kagome, or I'll sic Hikari on you," Inu yasha and wiggled his fingers at her like he was casting a voodoo curse. As much as Kagome tried to stop it, she shivered at the thought of The Ring's Samara wannabe coming after her.

"That's not even funny," Kagome said crossly, "That girl seriously gives me the creeps. She's related to Trump for gods sake, you'd THINK they'd put her through some kind of therapy."

"I bet she killed all her therapists," Inu yasha grinned and Kagome punched him. Hard. But he wasn't about to admit that her punches hurt. When she turned away from him with a snort, he rubbed his aching arm.

"But I'm serious, that girl needs therapy!"

"Besides, her uncle's nephew's best friend's dog walker knows Donald Trump, she's not related."

"It isn't a dog walker. It's like her uncle's best friend or something."

"Hey, guess what? I have a question for you, do I care?"

"…No?" Kagome glared at him, 'you did thirty seconds ago.'

"Very good."

"Have I ever told you you're the most infuriating person I've ever met?" Kagome said crossly.

"Two things. One: that's the fifteenth time, not counting the times you called me 'the most conceited' and the 'most obnoxious.' And secondly, have you even met everyone in the world?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought, so don't go giving around facts that are false, it will make the mob come after you," Inu yasha said with a raise eyebrow. "They'll sneak up behind you and grab your purse," as he said this he snatched Kagome's purse away from her. "Like so."

"Hey, give that back!"

"Make me!" he grinned and began walking down the street, picking up his pace until he was in a full blown run, Kagome chasing after him.

"You little—damn it I'm going to kill you!" she growled fiercely as she chased him, dodging in between people and weaving her way in between parked cars. He turned a corner and she found herself coming closer and closer to her home. She narrowed her eyes and began to run as fast as she could, which was hard since she was wearing high heels. He heard Inu yasha's chuckling and she really wished she had bought a gun somewhere along the line.

The mantra reciting in her head was 'I want a gun for Christmas, I want a gun for Christmas, dear god I want a gun for Christmas!' as she imagined different places she could shoot Inu yasha to make him die a painful death. Or worse, wish he were dead.

She watched as Inu yasha slowed down and stood proudly, holding her bag on his shoulder and beaming with his own fucking conceited smile. It made Kagome sick, just seeing it made her blood boil.

Kagome silently gawked at the fact he wasn't even panting. 'The bastard…' she thought darkly as he rubbed the back of his head in what she would assume was a modest display.

"Why...did…you…take…my…purse?" she said in between pants. Inu yasha shrugged.

"It seemed like fun to piss you off," he said as if that was the simplest answer and made complete and total sense.

"What?" she snapped. God, how much longer would she have to wait until she could get him out of her life?

"Eh heh," he rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously. "Here," he handed the purse to her. She gave him a dark glare and reached for the purse.

It was almost in her hands when it was snatched away from her. She blinked in surprise before she let out a little scream of frustration, "Inu yasha, I'm going to kill you!"

"Wasn't me!" he said, the classic little boy response. Kagome briefly wondered if he was a three year old trapped in a man's body. That is until what he said actually made it to her brain. Good Kagome, your brains working…

"What do you mean, it wasn't you?"

"It was that guy," he said and pointed to a greasy looking man who was running like a bat out of hell. On his shoulder sat Kagome's purse. He was already half way down the street, and he was setting a good distance between them. Kagome's eyes started twitching.

"And you let him?"

"Well, yeah, its not like I care if you lose your money," Inu yasha seemed sincere enough. Too bad he was being an asshole.

"My keys were in the bag," Kagome said crossly.

Inu yasha shrugged unaffected, "I can pick locks, plus you left your window open."

"Shit…I'll probably be missing a few items when I get home—why am I even thinking about that! God damn it, go get my purse!" Kagome pointed towards the guy who was leaning against a stop sign and panting. Ok, yeah he was great crook. Go little greasy man!

"Feh," Inu yasha rolled his eyes but waved a hand dismissively when Kagome cracked her knuckles, "Fine. Fine, I'll get it. Just go relax. Seriously." He stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking towards the guy, he yawned and muttered to himself, "PMS-ing woman, sheesh…"

Couple hours later, Inu yasha had gotten her purse back, none too happily, and they'd returned to the apartment, Kagome was found doing laundry and Inu yasha was sitting on the washer, cross legged and sipping his freshly brewed coffee. Kagome would have found his position comical, if he wasn't in the way of her laundry duties. Rule number one in the world of woman: never interfere with a girl's mission.

"Could you move, please?" she asked with a fake smile.

"Um, no," he said with a scratch of his chin as he looked at the ceiling. He situated himself more firmly against the lid of the washer and leaned against the wall the washer and dryer were up against. "I really see no reason too, you see."

Kagome glared darkly and he grinned sheepishly as he stuck his legs out, nearly kicking her. She jumped out of the way with a little shriek and started banging his shins with the Moriko's dirty shirt.

"Oh no," Inu yasha said sarcastically, "I'm being attacked by the shirt from hell."

"Would you prefer it if I used this?" She asked and held up a plastic hamper. A hamper that looked kind of painful…Inu yasha quickly shook his head. "That's what I thought, so don't complain."

"Oooh, kinky," Inu yasha said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He smirked when Kagome's face turned bright red. However, he began frowning when she grabbed the plastic hamper and started bashing his head in. "Ow!"

"Yay, go Mommy!" called a tiny voice from behind. Kagome gasped and dropped the hamper, much to Inu yasha's relief and turned towards her daughter.

"Hey sweetie how—WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?" Kagome screeched and Inu yasha peeked out from behind Kagome to look at what Kagome was squawking about. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Hikari smirking evilly in a doorway and a happy Moriko with short hair.

"Hikari cut it!" Moriko said proudly and pointed to the blond in the doorway. Hikari peered at them with dark blue eyes.

Kagome gapped at her daughter's short, uneven, layered hair and nearly fainted. "But why?"

"Because the boys in our class wouldn't stop pulling Moriko's hair," Hikari said calmly as she strode up to Moriko, her hands behind her back. She glanced at the girl's chin length hair and turned to Moriko. "This proved to be an excellent solution!"

"Yeah! An essolont soleuton!" Moriko said cheerfully, unable to expand her vocabulary like her friend could.

Kagome stared at her daughter's hair. True, she was still her adorable little self; it was just kind of a shock. Well, at least she'd have extra minutes in the morning where she'd normally be braiding her daughter's hair.

"What did you do?" Inu yasha questioned, "Just cut the braid off without bothering to unravel it."

"Basically," Hikari said. Inu yasha laughed, despite the creepiness of the girl, he liked her.

"Anyways, Mommy!" Moriko waited until Kagome looked her in the eye, "Can Hikari sleep over, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

"Well, it's a little short noticed, and I did have something I was going to do tonight—"

"Please…" Moriko's eyes became watery as she unleashed the weapon of mass destruction available to every child, the puppy dog look.

"Oh…well, I guess I can cancel my plans," Kagome sighed, she'd have to call Sango and tell her that she couldn't do anything with her tonight.

"I can watch her," Inu yasha said and pointed to himself wit his thumb, "I'm great with kids." Kagome was so busy staring at him in shock; she didn't notice the evil grin spring on Hikari's face as she twiddled her fingers together. One of these days people are going to notice that there's something wrong with Hikari in the brain department…

"Well—"

"Yay, Inu yasha's going to watch us!" Moriko threw her arms up in the air happily and Hikari replaced her wicked smile with a calm and collected one. She tucked some blond hair, complete with expensive highlights, behind her ear and looked at Inu yasha.

"Yes, he'll do nicely," Hikari nodded.

Kagome sighed, "Fine…"

The apartment was filled with three people saying 'yay' at the same time. Kagome knew it was a mistake…