A/N: First submitted to Firsttweak for their Prompt Spicy.
'It was definitely spicy,' Inuyasha thought irritably as he sat under the goshinboku. Another luncheon had been spoiled by Kagome's cooking, although she had promised him that the food would not be spicy this time. 'That liar,' he thought with a hint of malice, 'I just hate her!'
The proverbial 'small voice' in his head corrected him. He didn't hate her. But there was something about her weirdness and off-hand remarks that made him mad – very mad. Why couldn't she be more polite to him, for instance, and listen to him oftener and not disappear to her side of the well all the time? Would it kill her to show a little respect after all that he was doing for her?
The 'small voice' corrected him again. She did care about him, and he knew it. She cooked for him everyday and the other day when she thought he was dying she'd actually cried for him. Her smile, her voice, her touch – they had filled a void inside him that he didn't even know existed.
A bolt of electricity ran down his spine.
'What the hell am I doing? Why am I thinking about Kagome when I should think about Kikyou?' he frantically started repeating the chant that he often recited to himself – just to make sure he wouldn't forget. 'Kikyou is the one who died after me, who showed me true kindness, who is in the clutches of Naraku because of me. My life belongs to Kikyou.'
He cursed inwardly as he espied the approaching figure of Kagome in the distance.
"Inuyasha!" she called out worriedly to him.
"Go away!" he shouted, drowning out her voice ringing in his ears.
He chose to ignore the pained look upon her face. To console her would be dishonour Kikyou.