Without the least bit of caution, Kagome continued to approach the ghost boy before her. Her hand stretched before her, in what appeared to the boy, a menacing way.

"What are you doing!" He shouted again, more anxious this time. What was it that this girl planned to do with her bare hands? She couldn't kill him because he was already dead. Though if he had been alive he would kill her before she even had the chance to attack him. As she came closer his senses calmed and he readies himself for another attack. If this foolish girl though she could take him down, she was sorely mistaken. How could she harm he who was dead? It was simple, she couldn't, but he could hurt her. He could tear her limb from limb with ease, or claw out her heart with his own hands. He didn't really plan on doing either of those things, but she didn't know that. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. She was the first person who had ever been able to see him and he wasn't about to give up the power he held over. As long as she didn't know that he didn't plan to kill her he could have some fun.

The boy lunged for the girl, but found that it was too late to begin his attack. There she stood, not showing the least bit of fear, right in front of him. Her face was mere inches from his and this fact made him uneasy. Though in all truth, this was the least of his problems. It took him nearly no time at all to see that her hands her reaching toward the ears on his head, her fingers poised to grab them as soon as they got the chance. Nu-uh. No way was she even going to touch any part of him, let alone his ears.

With a dumbfounded look upon his face, he stumbled backwards and rammed into the kitchen table behind him...or rather he fell through it.

Without thinking, Kagome rushed forward to grab onto his hand, trying to prevent his fall. Unfortunately for Kagome, she had forgotten for a split second that the boy was a ghost. It, sadly, never...ever, occurred to her that he would fall right through the table instead of into it. Due to the absence of these thoughts, Kagome stumble forward, quickly thrusting herself forward. Instead of catching hold of the boy's hand, her face connected with the hard wooden table surface and she fell back. With a rather hard thud she landing on the dining room floor. She simply laid there, not caring to move. The pain where her stomach had hit the side of the table was unbearable and she could feel the blood running down from her hopefully unbroken nose. Through all of her pain, and this caused Kagome to become very angry, she could her laughter. A laughter that resonated of the wall of her home and into her ears.

In one sudden motion Kagome flung herself from the floor and stormed her way over to the ghostly boy who now crouched at the opposite end of her kitchen table. His face was contorted in, what Kagome found to be, irritatingly rude laughter.

"How is this funny!" She screamed at the boy before her. "Does it look like it doesn't hurt!"

Looking to her with an amused smirk the boy replied , "It looks like it hurts a lot."

"Err- you! How can you-how could you-ahh!" She threw her hands up in a sign of complete and utter frustration. "I give up!" She screamed. "You," She pointed an accusing finger at him. "Leave me alone! Just leave me alone! This may be your house, but your dead. So. It. Does. Not. Mat-ter." With that she turned away and huffed up the stairs and out of the boy's sight.

A/N

Sorry about the REALLY, REALLY short chapter.

I told you guys not to expect really longs ones because I just don't have the time, and sadly, nor the patience to write them. I'll try to update regularly from now on. I have two other stories I'm currently working on and a lot of ideas swirling in my head that I want to get working with. I try to be sure to update once a week at least. Oh! Don't worry, I'm almost completely sure that I'll update this story again tomorrow. So bye! Review please! D