Inuyasha did not want to be “betrothed” or whatever that stupid flea said. Who cares about some stupid pact his father made in the past? The bastard was still screwing up his life past the grave! He couldn’t believe it! He sat by the well, relishing the taste of freshly cooked meat as he gnawed on a bone. His puppy ears twitched at the sound of rustling leaves, but he dismissed it as just another forest creature.

"What the hell?" Inuyasha muttered, His fingers grazing the hilt of Tetsusaiga. They loosened when he picked up your scent. “Oh it’s you. The hell do you want?”