Mr. Squeakers

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Kagome was zonked out in his arms; InuYasha snickered and rearranged her to carry her to bed. He was surprised she’d managed to slip off to sleep – she’d been so tense from watching the horror movie that she’d screamed once or twice.

She barely awoke as he slowly peeled off her work clothes, batting his hand away as he took advantage of swaths of bare skin. He pouted; it might have worked better if her eyes had been open.

Giving it up as a lost cause, InuYasha tucked her in, kissed her on the brow and headed back out to the living room. He had a video game calling his name…

The silence was shattered by a shrill shriek from the bedroom; InuYasha dropped his controller and rushed in to see Kagome sitting curled up at the head of the bed, eyes darting around the room. She didn’t reek of fear, but there was definite nervousness in her scent…

“What happened?” he demanded, striding forward quickly.

A shaking hand pointed to the pile of clothes InuYasha had removed from her earlier. Confused, he focused his eyes, ears and nose on it…

There was a rustling sound. The edge of Kagome’s shirt wiggled and she whimpered, eyes glued on the fabric. Whiskers… a dark nose… beady eyes.

A mouse. Too small to be a rat, InuYasha decided. He shot a confused look at the girl. Gods knew she wasn’t afraid of the things – her brother actually had pet mice when she was growing up, she told him once.

“It ran over my legs while I was sleeping!” she informed him. “Please make it go away?”

InuYasha sighed and made to leap at it.

“Wait!” He stared at his fiancé, eyebrow raised in question. “Don’t hurt it,” she cooed, “Just… make it leave? What if it has a little mouse-y family or something?”

He rolled his eyes but nodded his acquiescence, moving forward. With a lunge, he caught the thing, dangling it by its tail as it squeaked with alarm. Smirking at the way Kagome hid behind her pillow, eyes barely visible over it, InuYasha made his way to the door. He almost dropped the mouse when suddenly he heard a young woman call out, “Mr. Squeakers? Do you have my mouse?”

InuYasha looked up. Leaning over the railing was that infernal bitch who had crushed their stuff!

“This your mouse?” he asked dryly.

“Oh yes! Thank you! He’s usually loose in my apartment and they were over fixing pipes and I think he may have gotten into your place through the vent!”

InuYasha returned the mouse silently, biting his lip. He was certain if he opened his mouth, he wasn’t going to say anything pleasant.

‘Stupid bitch…’