Twin oval shaped jade green eyes watched Kagome with what could be described as the normal off handed, distantly cool and uncaring look most cats seemed to have locked onto their faces. But in reality, Buyo sat on top of the sofa, his ingenious mind scheming and planning, using the decoy look to cover up his true intentions and devious ideas.

This all went ignored, however. Kagome was much to busy attacking her kitchen with various cleaning utensils and weird smelling antiseptics. Dried blood was caked onto her kitchen floor and table. And despite Miroku and Sango's generous efforts to keep Kagome's apartment as clean as possible, some was matted in her carpet.

She had tied her hair up again, to keep her raven locks out of her face. Despite her best efforts, her bangs were a constant problem as they swung in front of her eyes as much as they pleased with no consent to how she was trying to cleanse her home of blood.

Taking a quick break, she leaned against the mop handle and pushed her bangs, damp with small amounts of perspiration, out of her face once again. This time small parts clung to the top of her head where she had pushed it, giving her temporary relief.

The district sound of a door squeaking open on it's hinges announced Inuyasha done with the bath he so desperately needed.

Not bothering to turn around she began mopping her floor once more.

"Hey, Girl. Where are the pile of clothes Sango left me?"

Kagome frowned and turned around. "For your information my name is Kagome, not..." her sentence trailed off, unfinished. She was sad to admit that maybe her mouth hung open a bit more then usual.

Inuyasha stood no more then a foot behind her, the expression on his ruggedly handsome face and unnatural yellow eyes screaming annoyance. Even his body language suggested that he was in a sour mood. Of course his body language was exceptionally easy to read because the only thing covering his lean figure was a towel wrapped around his waist, held in place with either of his clawed hands.

His long silver-white hair trailed down his back, gleaming handsomely in the light of the setting sun filtering in the open and unclothed windows. And for good measure, a few pearly locks rested, damp, against his bare chest, only enhancing his already stunning looks.

Kagome blinked, startled. It wasn't every day that exceptionally good looking men walked around her home half naked, and she had handled herself considerably better when it had been her in the towel.

Before she could ogle his perfectly shaped chest and beautifully carved abs (she felt so fangirlish it was pathetic) more then she already had, she whipped around, a rose color staining her cheeks, and became avidly interested in the ceiling. To her dismay, she saw a blotch of blood up there. How the heck had that happened?

"Um..." Kagome struggled to remember, her brain successfully addled, "I...I set them in my room." She heard Inuyasha snort unattractively and stalk off.

She caught Buyo watching her with what she was sure was amusement. "Oh, shut up. Like you didn't stare." Kagome snapped at her cat.

The large calico only yawned and bounced off the couch to make his merry way to the food bowl.

Kagome sighed and rested her forehead against the long handle of the mop, her dark locks curtaining her flustered face. What, just what, in the world had she gotten herself into?

With one last sigh she put her cleaning products and utensils away, exchanging them for a pot of boiling water and a bag of easy to make ramen. Take out wouldn't work out tonight, and Kagome was in no mood to cook. And she was sure Inuyasha was in no mood to eat her cooking.

"Remind me to kill Miroku the next time I see him." Inuyasha's rough voice startled Kagome over in the kitchen, leaning over a pot of boiling ramen.

"Oh, why is that?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the noodles, not trusting the blush to stay away.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Inuyasha move to stand in the kitchen, unblocked by the counter that he had been standing behind.

She cautiously glanced up at him, poorly suppressed giggles followed close behind. Inuyasha glared at her and crossed his arms over the front of the long black T-shirt he wore.

"These are not mine. I don't wear plaid." He frowned, giving the red and black plaid pants he was sporting a disgusted look.

Kagome couldn't help it. She laughed. It was just to funny to see Inuyasha, the tough guy, dressed in plaid pajama pants. He actually looked rather adorable in them, but that just it made all the more comical.

Lucky for Kagome, looks didn't kill, and she was able to continue laughing. Inuyasha stalked back to the living room muttering obscenities under his breath.

"Oh, come on. It's funny." Kagome giggled.

From his seat on the couch he looked over at her with a passionate glare.

"It is funny."

He growled.

"You hungry?"

Inuyasha lost the angry font and turned around to her with hopeful eyes.

"You first."

"What! Me first?"

"Yeah, you first."

"Why do I have to go first, you coward."

"Your fault."

Kagura gave Kouga a look that promised him a long and painful death. "My fault?" She hissed, her eyes closed till they were slits.

Kouga sensed he was treading on thin ice and returned the glare quickly before opening the big oak door that loomed in front of them.

The pair stepped into Naraku's dimly lit office.

A/N. OK! I'm alive! I'm so sorry it took me so, so, so, so, so long to update, and this isn't even a real update. I just wanted to put what I already had up so you guys wouldn't stay under the impression that I'm either dead or a loser. One of which I actually am now that I think about it... If your wondering about what's up with my fics go check out my profile page, I explained everything there. Thank you guys SO much for the reviews. They moved me to tears of joy and I hope I haven't seen the last of them. Well I'm kinda on a tight schedule so I'm gonna run. Later!