Author Comment:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I never reput ch3 in my Word pad...so I wrote a different chapter 3:gonk: This one...well...I like this one better than the one I had up before...heh heh staggers
Chapter Three:
Nightfall soon took over and Inuyasha was left wandering the streets alone. He sniffed as much as he could, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't pick up Kagome's scent.
"…well…maybe I should have just stayed at Kagome's." He stopped, "But what the hell was that guy doing at her house anyway? And why did he go after me?" He trotted for a few minutes before looking around confused, "Where the HELL am I?" He jumped out of the way as a car sped passed.
"Hahaha! Stupid primp!" a voice came from behind him. It was the young gray dog.
"My name ain't PRIMP!" Inuyasha barked.
"Well then, what is it?"
"It's Inuyasha! And don't forget it, mutt!"
"Aww, I'm hurt." The dog said sarcastically.
They walked together for a block before Inuyasha asked, "Well, you never told me your name."
"It's Harlem" He stopped and looked at Inuyasha, quoting mockingly, "And don't you forget it!" he finished with a snorting laugh, then rushed off ahead.
"Hey! Don't just leave me here!" Inuyasha sprinted after him.
Back at the Higurashi shrine
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I thought it was a stray!" Kagome's grandfather whined in the living room.
"It was a stray! But you didn't need to call the pound!" Kagome snapped.
"But I just saw it walk into our home, I was scared. A dog like that can be a very bad omen!" he closed his eyes and began to remember a story, "Why, three hundred years ago something like this happened to your great, great grandfather! And he and the whole family caught six cases of chicken pox! Oh it was horrible! All that scratching, and…" he looked around to see he was alone, "Kagome…? Souta…?" his arms fell limp at his side, and he sighed heavily, "Dang children these days!"
"So we're really going?" Souta asked watching Kagome slip on her coat.
"Of coarse!" she said smiling, "It may not be our dog, but it doesn't belong in the pound!"
"…but…don't you think it has a better chance at finding it's owners in the pound?" he asked.
"Well…something about it. I can't put my finger on it." She stood thinking for a moment, before waving her hand aimlessly, "…I don't know. But I want to see that dog again!" She grabbed Souta's hand, and dragged him out the door.
