None of my sisters had anything to say about this chapter, so let's get right to it! Enjoy!

Nightchild awoke alone in Kurama's house. She knew that Youko had give Kurama his body back and none of her senses were indicating that there was anyone else in the area, so she guessed he had stepped out for a bit.

Her suspicions were proved correct when she got up and found a note on the table. It was from Kurama saying he would be gone for a few hours and to make herself at home while he was away.

A wolfish grin crossed Night's lips. Alone… in Kurama's house… by herself for a few hours… Ah, life was sweet.

She got up and strolled to the kitchen. It was her first time in a house and, well, she didn't know what everything was. The pack had always had a den. Other demons would have large palaces or big, dark houses, but the pack never did. They were always in the cave, their den.

Letting her curiosity drive her, Night opened cabinet upon cabinet and studied all that she found, being sure to put it back precisely how she found it. She was good at that sort of thing. She was a sneaky one, even to the other wolf demons with their heightened senses, so going through a humans house and placing everything back in the exact way in was before she touched it was no problem.

She found the refrigerator and, after a moment of trying to figure out how, opened it. She shivered at the cold air that came from it and slammed it shut with a yelp. 'How do they keep winter in a box like this?' She wondered.

Night carefully got on top of the "winter box" and did a complete 360, looking down all four sides and seeing what was around it. She had never seen anything like this before.

Night climbed down and looked it over again, not finding the answer to her question. She noticed the other door on it above the one that she had already opened. Yup, gonna see what was in there right after she found out what was in the bigger part.

Bracing herself for the cold air, Nightchild opened the door again and looked around inside it, looking over all the contents. Picking up a slice of ham, the she-wolf sniffed it. Interesting, she hadn't seen anyone go hunting. Nor had she even seen any fair game around, and this meat did not come from any rabbit.

Night slowly raised it up and lightly licked the mystery meat, quickly pushing it away and putting it back with a look of disgust. Why did humans eat such things? It tasted awful and it was cooked. The pack almost never cooked there meals, raw meat just tasted better to them and was much more filling.

Well, on to the next thing in there… the milk. She prodded to jug with a claw. When it didn't move, it proved itself not to be alive and she picked it up, examining it with sharp canine eyes. Then she noticed that when she had moved it, the contents within would slush around like river water, but never before had Night seen white river water… or a white river for that matter.

Or did the way the white stuff moved around inside mean it was really alive? Did someone trap it in this small container?

She pulled on what she thought was the top and it popped off (I've done that before. Pull on the top of the milk carton hard enough and it will pop off… you know… the twisty ones?).

Night looked inside. Nope, it was definitely not alive, she could tell now, and now that it wasn't alive… even if it was WHITE water, she lost her interest in it and pushed the top back on the jug, placing it where she had found it.

Ok, that part was growing boring quickly, so the wolfess shut the door back and opened the higher part. It was colder than the one below and she couldn't help her shiver, but this time she didn't close it.

Looking around, she saw a small box. That was odd… Why would someone have a box sitting there in the cold like that?

She touched the box. It was freezing, but she picked it up and pulled off the apparent lid. She had no idea what the stuff inside was. It was a bit odd looking.

Then she looked at the box. 'Chocolate Ice cream' was written across the side, be she couldn't read… so that was kind of a waste. The picture rang a bell thought.

Night had seen people walk through the park with these things. They would eat them. She sniffed it. Well, that was odd. It didn't smell like any meat she had encountered before. So she licked it.

The moment the substance hit her tongue, she was in love. This had to be the best thing on the planet! She sat there licking away at it until nothing was left and the contained was completely cleaned.

Bored with the kitchen, Night wandered all through the house looking at every little thing until she came to Kurama's room. It had a strange scent of roses that hit her nose harder than she thought it would and she sneezed once before continuing on. She found all kinds of interesting trinkets in there!

She searched through the closet, looking through all his clothes. Everything seemed to smell like roses… everything…

The she-wolf moved to his drawers. Opening one, she found the most interesting clothing… she pulled out pair of silky… red… boxers. Of course, Nightchild had no idea what they were.

'What do humans do with these?' She questioned, stretching the waistband on the boxers over and over again.

After a thought, Night simply could not resist… she placed the boxers on her head, over her furry, blonde and black wolf ears. Interesting… Was that what they were used for? That's odd…

Night wandered around the house some more with the boxers still on her head. All in all, she had a pretty eventful day… and Kurama was gone for a long time… longer than she thought. When he did come home, he found who he knew as Kuro on the couch, curled up asleep… boxers back in his drawer and off her head, and ears hidden. The house didn't look like anything had touched in, but the scents said otherwise. Her scent was all over the house. The fox just smiled and left her there, looking at the clock. 11:00 pm… wow, he was gone for a long time. Cha, no kidin'. Kurama headed to his room and went to bed. What would tomorrow bring…?

Done! R&R, readers! Sayonara!