Been sitting in my notebook since about March I think. Read and review.

Disclaimer: Inuyasha is not mine.

Arguments

"I'm sorry."

Kagome glanced coolly at Inuyasha, scarily so, long enough to crack him just a bit. However her chilly gaze was soon back to the flickering fire they'd set up earlier and back to ignoring him.

"For what?" she replied woodenly. She didn't look at him, but Inuyasha knew she could sense his tightening shoulders and growing aggravation.

She was going to make him say it, wasn't she?

He plopped down heedlessly onto the ground beside Kagome in an attempt to get a look at her expression. No luck. She turned her head in the opposite direction like a petulant child. He scowled.

"You already know 'what,'" he grunted to the back of her head. He tried to keep his voice low and at the very least a bit dangerous, but he could feel his face warming and knew it wasn't from the heat of the campfire.

"Nope," she told him stoically, annoying Inuyasha further. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about, actually." Without a doubt, there was definitely a hard edge creeping into her otherwise flawless display of indifference. Inuyasha imagined her lips forming a sullen pout.

She was still facing away from him and Inuyasha grew tired of being disrespected in such a way, so he jumped hastily to her other side, possibly even growling. But she was apparently anticipating this and whipped her head back to the other side. Her hair smacked him lightly in the face.

Inuyasha could hear Sango's nearly gleeful exclamation of "Oh my" and Miroku's returning snicker. This did not do much to help his already escalating temper, and in fact pushed his flush to travel to his neck. It was bad enough he had to apologize without an audience watching intently and finding humor in the situation (never mind Inuyasha considered it a bit funny when Sango and Miroku had their petty tiffs, as the subjects were not related at all). He could tell they were waiting for him to screw up further.

"Kagome," he mumbled softly so the others couldn't hear, "just look at me."

For a second he could see Kagome falter, turning her head slightly to him. He still couldn't see her face, but it was just as well because she was quickly jerking herself back into place.

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about Inuyasha." She even had the audacity to cross her arms over her chest – as if Inuyasha couldn't see the tightly clenched white knuckles she was sporting.

"Okay, you know what?" he snapped – nearly snarled, now that he thought about it – having finally had enough. "What do you want from me, woman?" Then he proceeded to mentally kick himself in the face when Kagome's blazing eyes were in front of his and he could practically see steam coming out of her ears and nostrils. Her lips sneered and pouted and bared teeth, just about producing a growl to match even his own. He couldn't be sure, though, as he was much too busy fearing where she might send one of those hard shoes of hers in a mad frenzy. He guessed his groin.

Forgot verbal abuse. Forget 'sitting'. Hell, Naraku could send those tentacles of his where the sun don't shine and it wouldn't hurt as bad as Kagome's future shoes kicking the ever-loving manhood out of him.

"What do I want?" Kagome echoed in an angered but dangerously quiet voice. "What do I want?!" He predicted she would be shrieking soon. "Are you seriously asking me what I want?" (He was right.)

"Yeah, I'm fucking asking you what you want!" Inuyasha yelled back at her, effectively sticking his foot in his mouth yet again. Kagome jumped to her feet and he quickly followed suit, leaving them nose to chin and utterly pissed.

Shippou giggled (Inuyasha could hear the brat) and Miroku let out another snicker.

Inuyasha ignored them and continued to not think about what he was saying before he said it. "I never know what the hell your problem is, you stupid wench!"

"Maybe my problem is you, jackass!" she howled.

"You don't get to act like a raging bitch, Kagome," he shot, "just because you're having your bleeding."

Her only response was her jaw hitting the ground. Inuyasha heard Sango scoff angrily on Kagome's behalf.

Kagome, for her part, recovered from her shock quite quickly and punched Inuyasha in the chest, harder than he thought she could. Not that it actually hurt, but still, it was almost impressive for a human like her.

"Just because you can smell my blood," she hissed lowly, though her voice was escalating quickly like before, "doesn't mean you can just go ahead and announce it to everyone!"

To his credit, Inuyasha did realize the nowhere that this argument was going. He even knew that despite that, he had long since lost. But Inuyasha wasn't one to back down from a fight, whether when he was challenged to it or when he was knee-deep in one that really didn't make sense. He was stubborn. And he yelled.

"Quit screaming at me!"

"Why don't you?!"

Then they just stood and seethed at each other for a good minute and a half before being gingerly pulled apart by Sango and Miroku. The latter cleared his throat as Kagome and Inuyasha evidently moved onto silently glaring. "Listen, you two, why don't we all just forget about this silly little argument and have a bit of Kagome-sama's ninja food, hmm?" The pair moved their matching glowers to him, effectively causing silence. "Or . . . not."

Sango looked to be struggling not to roll her eyes. "Although houshi-sama's wording is far from helpful," she said, "he is right. Do either of you even remember what this fight is about?"

"Of course I –"

"What do you mean do I –"

But they both stopped short and frowned. They stole glances at each other, as if unsure.

"Ummm . . ."

"I know it has something to do with . . ."

Kagome seemed embarrassed. Inuyasha just stared sourly at the ground.

Sango smiled a smug-snake smile that had to have been borrowed from Miroku. "Then make up already." It was not a suggestion. She led her fellow audience members to the log they'd previously been occupying.

Either from awkwardness or stubbornness or both, Kagome and her hanyou stood silently for a few moments. Eye contact was uncomfortable and minimal at best. Sango and Miroku began to talk amongst themselves in voices that were much too loud.

Inuyasha sighed and started to say, "Kagome, I'm sorry," at the same time that Kagome said, "Look, I just – "

"You . . . just what?"

"No, no, what were you going to say?"

"What was – what were you going to say?"

Kagome twisted her lips and gave a slight frown, looking embarrassed again. "I just hate it when we fight," she told him. "I mean, Sango's right, I don't even remember what I was mad at you about. So, I'm . . ." She looked him in the eye in a way that made him feel much too naked for his tastes. Those stupid pretty eyes of hers. "I'm sorry, okay, Inuyasha? Let's just make up."

If he wasn't blushing before, Inuyasha was definitely red-faced now. That . . . that wench always managed to find a soft spot on him.

As feelings that went beyond mere awkwardness started to set in, he looked away from Kagome's – beautiful, deep, soul-touching-bullshit-adjective – gray eyes and scratched an ear to keep busy. "Yeah," he murmured. "I'm sorry too."

He wanted to smile at her, but didn't let himself. Kagome probably knew that, because she smiled widely for both of them. As she moved to sit with the others, she laughed and pulled Inuyasha along with her.

"That really was stupid, huh?" she chuckled. "I seriously can't remember why I was mad at you!"

Inuyasha nearly did laugh with her this time. But Shippou apparently decided it was time for him to pitch in, because he immediately supplied them all with this cheery gem: "Oh, it was because Inuyasha took that box out of your bag and asked you what 'tampons' are! I remember because I didn't know either."

Kagome dropped her smile and became blank. Inuyasha didn't hesitate to jump up and leg it, but he didn't get far before she screamed that damn S-word at the top of her lungs. He hoped whatever a "tampon" was was worth him eating dirt.

Well wouldn't you be pissed if that happened? Or just embarrassed, I guess. But I could see those two using fighting as an excuse for letting out sexual frustration, only to forget why they're fighting five minutes later. I'm thinking about making this a series of oneshots, just to be able to mess with that.

Reviews are good for the soul.

Jax