Kagome, in a strange way, wanted to know more of what she had seen in the hidden attic. If she were to say that she wasn't afraid she would be making the most complex understatement of her life. There was no way she could not be afraid. She had seen and definitely heard something horrifying her attic, but what was it doing there? And what about the boy she had seen in the library? Where had he come from? It did not seem likely that he was the one responsible for startling her so. Briefly Kagome wondered if she should go back to her room, but soon thought better of it.

"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Water dripped from Kagome's hair. To an unsuspecting onlooker it would appear as if she had just returned from a nice safe and relaxing shower. Twisting around to face the opposite direction Kagome let out another shriek. She, being the knowing older sister that she was had been ready to wrap her hands around the neck of her conniving little brother, Sota, but he was nowhere to be seen. In place of Sota stood, or floated rather, a currently empty water bottle. What surprised Kagome most, however, was not the impossible sight before her, but the sounds of laughter emanating from nearby.

"Not too bright. I actually thought you could see me." The last few words sounded almost deflated, as if the ones before it were somehow hopeful.

"Who are you?" Kagome voice shook with fear and she steadily began to retreat toward the front door.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The voice snickered at it's own sarcastic words.
There was a cocky attitude in the voice that forced Kagome's mind to relax.

"Are you the boy I saw in the library?"

"Try my library."

"No need to be rude. I was just asking. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Me? I live here. What are you doing here?"

"This is my house!"

"What are you, dense? This is my house!"
This ghost was really beginning to get on her nerves. Who was he to tell her that her house wasn't her house? After all, he was dead.

"You're dead! You can't tell me what to do!" She was sure this would win her the argument. The boy before her was clearly a ghost. Just because he could pick up a water bottle and squirt her with it didn't mean that he could actually hurt her.

Slowly the boy materialized before her. He was flexing his...claws?

"You wanna bet that I can't touch you? Well let me tell you something," His eyes flashed with what Kagome was sure was sheer anticipation of the sight her mangled body would make. "Your dead wrong!" The boy lunged for her with all the poise and grace of a practiced attacker. Nothing could stop him...

"Eeck!"

Startled, the ghost boy stopped in mid step as he had been about to launch himself at her once again. The reason for his pause was the scene of Kagome pointing at him. She stood a mere few feet away from him with her finger pointed straight at him, or rather at his head. As his gaze traveled the invisible path her outstretched finger cleared he soon realized what she was looking at.

"You have...dog ears." Kagome looked in awe at the two little triangular ears placed neatly on his head. They did, indeed, appear to be the ears that one would normally see belonging to a dog.

"Got a problem with that?" They boy spat in disgust.

"Not...really." Kagome said breathlessly. His ears were so cute, she thought. If only she could just touch them, give them a feel to see if they were real. Then maybe her sudden stare would fall away.

"Then quit lookin' !" He looked at her with such intensity that she wanted to just turn her gaze away, but she couldn't. His hears seemed to pull her to them. She needed to know if they were soft, if they felt like dog a real dog's ears. Ever so slowly she stepped tentatively towards him. Each step, to her, feeling more perilous than the last. Had he not been ready to attack her just moments ago? What if he turned on her again? These questions Kagome's mind ignored. It was filled with a fog that couldn't be lifted by anything except the ears of the mysterious ghost boy she had found in her house.

As she approached him. his eyes grew wide. "What are you doing!" There was a feverish fear-like quality to his voice. It was no longer terrifying, but fearful instead.

A/N

Sorry guys. Update is short. I was almost planning to drop this fic, but decided not to. A certain someone doesn't want me to. Updates will most likely be short and whenever I feel like it. So don't expect anything regular! R and R! Bye!