"That fiancee of yours has got some mouth on him, Kagome," Kikyou announced upon entering her bedroom. She shook off the robe she'd haphazardly thrown on when InuYasha had come banging on her door and smiled wryly. "But I already knew that. God, the things that mouth of his used to do to me..."
Kagome stared blankly at her.
"You don't think that's funny?" Kikyou laughed, opening some drawers and rifling through them. "I'm not surprised. Prissy bitch."
She 'aha-ed' when she found what she was looking for, but frowned when only two cigarettes tumbled out of the crumpled Newport cartridge.
"Have you been smoking all of my cigarettes? Rude."
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Kikyou warned. "I'm only joking."
When Kagome didn't answer, she leapt onto the bed next to her.
"You think I'm playing with you little girl?" Putting the cigarette out on Kagome's arm, Kikyou snarled: "Roll that attitude back and start showing me some respect or I will roll you into your grave!"
Then she chuckled.
"Actually...I probably should get around to doing that." She admired the neat cuts to her hostage's stomach, remembering how easy—and surprisingly fun—it had been, carving her name into the still alive girl while she screamed and begged for mercy. "I mean, It's been a real...slice having you around, but you're really starting to stink up my apartment."