--Homemaker--
Smoke choked the air in the house as Inuyasha stepped through the door, slipping out of his coat. He peered through the smog, trying to find the source. From somewhere deep in the black came muffled curses, punctuated by deep sobs. "Kagome? -Kagome!" Inuyasha ran through the apartment, ducking through the thickest part of the smoke to open a window in the kitchen.
When the smoke finally cleared, his jaw hung loose in astonishment. The young woman sat cross-legged on the floor in a smudged apron, surrounded by blackened pans of burnt-something, Inuyasha couldn't tell what. Looking up at him, Kagome's scowl turned sheepish.
"I... I guess I'm not the best cook." Looking around at the mess, Inuyasha nodded mutely in agreement.