Inuyasha scowled from his perch, claws flexing. With no way to get his hands on what he craved, there was no way to rest. Kagome lay curled in sleep, breathing peacefully as he panted with frustration. He was plagued by his prey's rich aroma and utter inaccessibility. His mouth watered copiously. Red flickered in his golden eyes.
Grunting, he forced himself under control; fury would not serve him now. Fingering the beads around his neck, he inhaled, tracking the scent unconsciously. Damn, he was enslaved to his craving, abused by his sensitive nose.
He peered down, recalling Kagome's gasp of outrage when she caught him. "Again, Inuyasha?" she snapped, then commanded him to sit as she gathered the contents of her backpack. The prize was wrested from his hands, snatched from right beneath his greedy nose. Shippo had sold him out; there was no question in his mind. The only consolation was that Kagome hadn't given the remains to the little brat. No, she slept with it, all tucked into her arms like a precious babe.
Shifting, he looked up into the night sky. Even the heavens taunted him. The sallow moon shimmered like the first taste of paradise Kagome had given him that fateful day. He had fallen to temptation, and was not sorry for it.
With a sigh, he rose, moved to a higher branch where the scent was less captivating, and closed his eyes—to sleep, perchance to dream…of shiny bags of greasy, crispy, heavenly potato chips.