Inu Yasha was pouting in Kagome's room. He had been sent there after about the fourth growl he sent towards the little kitsune. Not that it really cared or anything. Each time Inu Yasha would growl or make a move towards him, Kagome would 'sit'him. The whole while, petting the kitsune and scratching it behind the ear, further angering the Inu-hanyou.

She had sent him up to her room after he had tried to grab the kitsune from her while she was distracted and told him that he was to wait for her there and she would meet him there later. Of course, he had not gone willingly at first, he convinced himself that if he did as she said, he'd have time to work on a plan to get rid of the little pest who's scent was begining to cover Kagome's own scent.

Now he was getting frustrated. He'd been there for an hour and still hadn't been able to think of anything! The best he'd been able to come up with so far was to try and pry the pest out of Kagome's grasp as she slept. That plan went down the toilet, as he recalled her saying once in a similar situation, as he remembered a quite similar action being carried out on what she called a 'T-V' by a character he later found to be called 'Ranma'trying to get a man-turned-pig out of the grasp of his fiance. He winced as he remembered what had happened after he was caught. 'No. Definately not.' He thought, not even wanting to imagine what Kagome would do if they had been in the same position.

He couldn't stand it anymore. All this thinking was giving him a headache. He wasn't use to thinking. It had always been act first, analyze later. But as he had found out earlier on in their quest, that way of going about things didn't work well with her.

Now that he was no longer thinking, he was bored.  He looked around the room, looking for something to entertain himself with but didn't find much.

For a while, he flipped through some of her photo albums. She had explained to the shard hunting group a while back what pictures where for, but she hadn't shown them many. He chuckled a bit at some of the more embarrassing pictures which, he was sure, she would kill him if she ever found out he had seen. While at others, he would just snort or roll his eyes at.

He soon got bored with the pictures and decided he would lye down on Kagome's bed as he waited for her. Who knows when she'd decide to come up for him. It was still relatively early. She probably wouldn't be back for a while. She was also pretty frustrated with him before 'sending him to her room.'He made himself comfortable on the bed then fell asleep.

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Meanwhile, Kagome was downstairs trying to calm the obviously freaked out kitsune. She could just strangle her family! 'First Inu Yasha, now them!' She thought. 'Poor thing. It must think we're totaly insane.'

Not long after she had sent Inu Yasha away, Souta came down, probably for a small break from his video games, and immediately took note of the small furry creature in his onee-chan's lap. His eyes seemed to light up like a child being given their first puppy at Christmas.

Kagome saw this look. It was something similar to what he looked like when he had seen Inu Yasha. Not wanting him to scare the kitsune, she tried to calm him a little bit. He did calm... A little bit. He raced over to his sister asking question after question while the kitsune growled at him. Of course Souta really didn't notice this untill he reached out to touch it and by that time, it was full out snarling. This time he got the picture and slowly backed  away, but the kitsune didn't stop.  Rather, he got into a pouncing position, fully intending to attack this... boy who dared get near his human.

Souta wasn't sure he liked this. The cool little fluffy thing on onee-chan's lap was growling at him! He didn't do anything, did he? And why was it that the position the little fur-ball took very comforting? Heh, gee, I wonder. So, not wanting to find out what this strange creature was capable of doing to him, he slowly backed away, laughing nervously as he did so, and returned to his initial plan. A break... Maybe food. Yeah, food. Food didn't growl at you... And so he dissappeared into the kitchen.

A while later, good ol'jii-chan decided to make an appearance. He walked through the room, sending a greeting to his grandaughter, not quite noticing the kitsune. That is, untill he heard a faint rumbling. Odd. He didn't remember them having a dog. Oh, and the way his eyes lit up when this thought was fully processed. 'Demon!' He thought, grabbing for the ofuda he swore would work.

Kagome, predicting what would undoubtetly happen next, sighed and again, tried to calm one of her insane family members. Jii-chan though wasn't exactly easy to pursuade. No matter how many times she told him that it was not a demon, he wouldn't listen.

He started to chant. It was most likely something he or one of his ancestors had made up. It was sad though. He actually believed that he could banish demons with his wanna-be chant and strips of paper, which he had most likely writen on to make look like the actual ofuda she'd seen Miroku use on occasion.

He jabbed one of the strips at the kitsune's head. He had expected that it would screach in pain, jump away, or maybe even shrivel up, not entirely unlike the wicked witch of the west from 'The Wizard of Oz'. So of course he was surprised when it just sat there, taking his 'ofuda'strait-on, then proceeding to chomp at his fingers. He let out a small cry of pain as the kitsune's sharp little teeth sunk slightly into his skin.

When the kitsune released him he quickely drew his hand back, cadling it and trying to rub the slight sting away with his other hand. He glared slightly at the kitsune before turning and heading toward the kitchen to clean the bite.

So there she was. Sitting on the couch(A/N: do they own one?! I don't ever remember seeing one. Oh well, they do now!^.^), a flustered kitsune in her lap, slightly wary brother gods knew where, angry jii-chan trying to fix his fingers back up, pissed-off hanyou in her room, and her mother who was absent at the moment. 'Gods, what next?' She thought, not really wanting to know the answer.

Deciding not to wait for one, she left the room to see how Inu Yasha, and more importantly, her room were doing. She opened the door a crack and peeked through, taking in his current state before opening the door fully, walking in, and closing the door again behind her. She set the kitsune down and made her way over to her bed where Inu Yasha was still sleeping, a somewhat frightening grin on his face, in her opinion. Either he was in the middle of the most wonderful dream, or he was up to something. Either way, she didn't want to know what, and began to examine her room for any damage that he may have caused.

She was a bit surprised to see that nothing seemed to have been out of place. The room looked exactly like she had remembered leaving it. She turned her gaze back to the sleeping hanyou. She felt a little bad for loosing her temper with him... but it felt good to get it out. She watched his face for a bit. A strand of hair had managed to get itself loose of the others and fall across his face to just under his nose. He twitched a bit in annoyance as it tickled him, trying to get it to move. It didn't though. He tried again to remove it from his face. This time, by blowing air at it through his nose. Kagome stiffled a giggle as he did this and again, failed in removing it, becoming more annoyed. Not quite wanting him to wake up and start yelling at her yet, she reached over, and replaced the hair so as to keep this from reoccuring. She let her fingers lightly trail his cheek as she brought her hand back then placed it in her lap.

A sudden gust of wind blew through her open window. Kagome walked over and closed the window. Inu Yasha shifted a little bit, trying to get more warmth from the bed. Kagome cast a glance at him before walking out of the room. She entered again a moment later with a blanket in her arms. She walked over and draped it over Inu Yasha's sleeping form. The blanket was warm and he immediatly snuggled into it, wrapping it around himself, getting himself comfortable, then contentedly mumbling something to himself.

Kagome smiled warmly at him before leaving the room again, kitsune in tow.