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He is such a dog. And he didn't even freaking know it! (At least she think so…) Kagome bit back a sigh while fighting with the statics she felt was crawling up in her poor legs. The awkwardly long-legged wolf had taken upon itself to pin her legs down on the couch. Using her poor limbs as pillows, he took a nap, with the full moon was still suspended in the black sky outside her home.

And she was very sure this weird-looking wolf creature was Mr. Remus Lupin, the English fellow who moved into the house across the street. The house had been vacated for years (probably due to thinking the shrine was cursed, no thanks to her "shenanigans" with InuYasha the years previous). Ever since he moved in, every time the moon is full, the wolf shows up.

Initially it, he (Kagome mentally corrected herself, as the evidence was laying in bare in midst of turfs of fur when the wolf decided to turn on his back onto the cushions) was wary, almost threatened by her presence, when he came on her yard. But almost immediately the fur on his back went down and he seemed to be quite taken to the shrinekeeper. He had been her daily visitor whenever the moon turned full.

And he would always leave, before the sun break through the horizon, by Kagome's gentle-handed insistence. It was by instinct that he is to go home, she felt.

But this time, the wolf didn't seem to want to leave. It was already past 5am, just shy of the dawn breaking.

Kagome wondered if Mr. Lupin knew he had been making late night visits to her home, to her. But he didn't seem to know her outside the causal neighborly greetings, every time she see him. She had this inkling that he doesn't know at all.

"My legs hurts…" She whined from her throat, and unconsciously she started to squirm. She cursed her family for being no help and for choosing their sleeps over their poor girl. Traitors!

Mama didn't feel the wolf was much of a threat at all, and herded Grandpa away before he could smack a sutra on it. Him. Sota was much too sleepy to even be excited at the sight of the wolf, and Mama refused to let him to adjust his sleeping schedule. He always had his practices the morning after, that poor boy.

Why the hell did she even came out to investigate the strange feeling she had on that very first day she saw the goshdang creature?! But nooooo she had to be chosen to be his Disney Princess. Kagome blew a raspberry, unconsciously scratching behind the wolf's ears when he twitched from her movements.

The heaviness behind her eyes was starting to grow, and she sighed again, for the umpteenth of times. She wanted her sleep, but the wolf made it his goal to make her sleep very uncomfortable and impossible. Kagome was grateful that her Mama was very understanding and allowed her to sleep in.

Her phone buzzed and she grimaced, prodding the wolf, "Wolfy, it's time for you to go." She reminded, for the third time that hour.

The wolf snorted and sniffed, his damp black nose twitched. He made a grumbling sound that sounded suspiciously like, "No." in English, and turned his head into her belly. His giant paws folded in against the back of the couch.

Kagome couldn't take it, "You're killing me!" She whined. She couldn't feel her knees anymore!

The moment she said it was when the few pale rays of sun broke through the curtained window. She went cold at the darkness of the living room slowly retreating, and Kagome braced for the impact. It was pretty clear that she should, when the fur started to shrink (or did they fall apart from his skin? She honestly couldn't tell when she was too distracted to pay attention to that particular detail) and the bones in his legs started making uncomfortable noises of grinding and crackling.

They eerily reminded her of one of Sota's favorite cereals, Rice Krispies, once the milk splashes into the bowl, only much, much louder. The detransformation was horrible to watch.

All the while the wolf started crying, his claws tearing into the fabric and its fluffy interiors came tumbling out. He gashed his teeth, but somehow kept himself enough under control not to lash out at his living pillow. If anything it almost seemed as if Kagome's presence was a balm to his angst somehow.

With the tense fabric of the armrest tight in her palm, Kagome couldn't look away, as the naked skin of a man came through the thick gray fur. His face flattened into a very familiar one she knew to be Mr. Remus Lupin.

Called it, came Kagome's brief victorious thought.

His thrashing calmed, and the man sighed with a ting of pain.

He still kept the very same position the wolf was once in, with his face burrowing into the soft flesh of her belly. His fingers slipped from the poor damaged cushions, and Remus relaxed.

And settling into some semblance of a peaceful sleep.

"Um." Kagome flushed completely red, when her eyes slid down to his bare thighs and tore them away to her now-human guest's face, "Sir?" She gently jostled his well-angled shoulder, "Um." She hurriedly scanned for a blanket she could grab in the near distance to throw over the slacked body, when she received no response.

The room turned lighter.

As if by a random stray of desperate thought Kagome held in her mind flied to Remus', his eyes shot open. Few seconds ticked by, and he jolted away onto his feet, slapping onto the wooden floor and nearly slipping off from a corner of the rug. Grabbing at a nearby table, he stared at her with a white-faced expression. He looked like he wanted to scream, run away, or both.

She really couldn't fault him.

Kagome clamped her hands onto her eyes, when again, her sight slipped to Remus' loins. She did the only thing she could think to do, and whined, "Sir! You're naked!"