Chapter 3

Inuyasha looked around the forest he and Kagome had landed in, his golden eyes taking in everything and his ears standing upright not missing a single sound.

"Inuyasha?"

He turned looking at the schoolgirl who looked just as confused as he felt. He was careful to keep an expressionless mask on his features.

"Any idea where we are?" she asked, her chocolate-brown eyes hopeful.

"Not yet," he replied.

He turned his attention back to scanning their surroundings trying to focus past the buzzing in his head that light had created. This was the strangest forest Inuyasha had ever seen with unusually tall trees and all the different kinds of strange scents that were foreign to even him. Then he heard it, the unmistakable sound of hooves meeting the soft ground, followed by the scent of a horse as well as something or someone that smelled a lot like a human. His ears perked and listened as the horse drew nearer, his sensitive ears taking in everything from the hooves hitting the ground to the pounding of hearts.

Kagome

"Kagome go hide someone is coming."

"NO!"

Inuyasha turned to look at her then. She was standing there glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

What did I do now?

"Kagome?"

"I'm tired of you telling me to hide when a situation may become more dangerous. If this person is dangerous then we'll fight together. If whoever it is, isn't dangerous we have no reason to fight now do we? Besides I know you well enough to know that if someone popped up right now you'd rashly attack."

She's got a point.

"Anyway with you having a good grip on Tetsusaiga right now and standing like your going to attack the first thing that moves what do you think this person is going to think?" She said.

Inuyasha blinked then and realized she was right. He was indeed in the fighting stance and practically had a death grip on Tetsusaiga. He reluctantly loosened his grip then let go of his sword and stood straight.

"Alright fine! But I don't want you to come crying to me if your skimpy little skirt gets dirt on it."

This earned him another glare so he turned around not wanting to see the leaping flames in her eyes like she was reprimanding him for not knowing her better than that. At that moment a brown mustang came through the high shrubberies and weeds and on its mighty back sat a man with untamed jet black hair, tanned skin, and red-brown eyes.

"Huh who are you?" The man asked.