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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 3: Calling…
Tearing through the house Kagome gave relentless chase after brother. “Give it back Souta. When I get my hands on you…Argh!” she growled her frustration. “You should be ashamed of yourself torturing your poor big sister in her time of need.”
Still in movement Souta turned to taunt his sister with the last unused tampon he recently confiscated from her room, wiggling it between his fingers. “What’s wrong sis? Cat gotcha plug?” he chuckled darkly while making a quick bee line down the stairs.
Kagome had to pause at the top of that stairs to stare down at her brother in horror. “You did not just say that! You’re getting more like InuYasha everyday he comes here. Not only was that horrendously cheesy, that was downright lewd.”
Pulling his eyelid down taunting, Souta stuck his tongue out at his shocked sister. “Nyah, Nyah, so what? You give me my condoms and ya getcha plug back! A fair trade wouldn’t you agree?” He tossed and caught the tampon in one hand as he held his other hand out for the condoms.
“No I promised mom and grandpa I’d watch you while they’re gone for the month, and I will. If you weren’t such a promiscuous little heathen I wouldn’t have to be such a tyrant.” she placed her hand on her hips firmly in a motherly fashion. She shook her head in disbelief, still unable to believe her own brother was becoming a lady’s man…and at such a young age too.
Souta smirked up at his sister on the top steps. He adored her but she was just too damn modest in his opinion. She wonders why she never gets a boyfriend; she was so dense that she fails to notice any of the passes guys made at her. Honestly, she could have gotten a boyfriend by 15, but no, she was so stuck on InuYasha at the time she practically became immune to all attempts any guy made to date her. She was reaching 19 years old and she was still a virgin. How sad was that? “Oh lighten up sis, where’s ya sense of adventure?”
Kagome wrinkled her nose at her brother, “You got some nerve to think I’m going to give you those condoms to do god only knows what.” She shook her head defiantly. “ No, absolutely not. I refuse to believe my brother has become an underage man whore.”
“Hey.” Her brother frowned at her words.
Kagome shrugged at her brother’s frown, “Well that’s what we call little horny toads like you. Now…Give. That. Back!!” she lunged down the stairs in one clean jump, landing on very toned legs.
Souta moved just a hair short of her fingers. “I see walkin around about the feudal era gotcha in top shape.” He watched his sister preen at his words before he added in a snide tone. “A shame it didn’t do a thing for that cellulite.” He ducked as his sister swung to pop him upside the head. That settles it. From now on Inu Yasha is not allowed to visit her time anymore and influence her brother any more than he already has. Out of all people in the world he had pick that idiot to look up and unfortunately imitate. Her once sweet mild mannered brother has become practically his incarnation. Lord help her.
Souta tore through the dining room wagging the tampon back and forth. “Come on, just give me the condoms and we both will be happy.”
Kagome grimaced as cramps tighten in her lower belly slowing her steps. She really needed that tampon to put on to go out to buy a few more boxes of them. Going out without one and risking a mess in her clothes was out of the question. It’s a shame she would have to resort to this but…“Souta please.” She fell to her knees and forced crocodile tears to water her big blue eyes.
Just wait until I get my hands on him. She silently seethed.
Her brother stopped his laughter to stare seriously at his sister as she held her stomach as if she was in pain. “Aww come on, I aint fallin for…” his words died on his lips when Kagome looked up with a face wet with tears. Her pretty features contorted in agony. Her bottom lip poked out in a trembling pout. “Okay, okay here.” He approached to kneel beside her to hand her the tampon. “I’m sorry sis, I…OWWWWWWWW!! LET GO!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Kagome had her fingers tightly closed around her wailing brother’s nipples twisting in opposite directions ruthlessly. She lifted her head up slowly with an evil glare in her eyes. It used to be only the hanyou that brought this ugly side out of her but now her brother has brought her wrath upon himself. Who goes around stealing tampons when it’s that woman’s time of the month? Apparently people who had a death wish. This was not a time to play with women’s emotions. “If I ever catch you in my room again, I’ll make you regret it. Don’t fuck with me around this time of the month, got it?” she twisted harder at her last words to make her point. At the quick nod of her brother’s head she released his nipples while snatching her tampon away. At full height she gave her most pleasant of smiles then pat her brother on the head while he held his abused nipples away from her. “Now be a good little boy and stay put. I’ll be back.” She promised sweetly while grinning inwardly when he coward from her further.
Kagome head up to her room to change then headed back down the stairs. Grabbing her keys on the way to the door she headed out towards the nearest store to pick up a woman’s monthly survival kit, complete with chocolate, smutty romance novels, overnight pads, tampons, and more chocolate. No sane women would go without one.
As she approached the store she noticed it looked unusually crowded today. So of course the line was going to be extra long. Or so she thought when she enter and noticed that the register had a shorter line than expected, she just needed to be quick about getting in it. Time to be tactical.
Kagome ran to the back of the store to pick up the most important things first. Mission accomplished. Tampons and pads in hand, she made a quick detour to the candy section for the most high quality chocolates the store had in stock. Now for a good smutty romance novel or shojo manga; maybe even a yaoi manga or two. Coming to the book section she gawked at the ridiculous crowd accumulating around the books.
She loved her books, only…not that much. Actually, she lied she loved them that much but…She looked over at the vacant checkout line. “Okay never mind I’ll just come back.” She waved dismissively at the crowd the turn to head towards the register when she suddenly bumped into a hard wall she didn’t remember being there.
“Owww” Kagome squeaked then reached up to rub her nose.
“I’m sorry. Let me see.” A male’s voice said worriedly while pulling her hand away from her face.
Kagome shook her head. “No, I’m sorry it was my fault. I have to get going.” She rushed while gently pulling the man’s hands away from her face. She was about to take off when the stranger suddenly took hold of her hand. Jeez the man acted like he broke her neck or something.
“I can’t believe you forgotten me already.” His voice sounded sad as he spoke.
Oh come on the lines nice and empty.
Fighting a huff of annoyance she turned to gently tell him he was mistaken when she actually got a good look at him. She gasped then threw herself into the man’s arms. “Hojo! Long time no see. I thought you were studying abroad overseas for your doctorate…or something like that. What happened?”
With a shrug the once mild mannered boy now a grown handsome man smiled. A very nice smile now that she really got a good look at him. “Nothing, I am entitled to a break every now and then. I go back tomorrow. It’s a shame I haven’t met up with you as soon as I got here. I was here for a whole week. It would have been nice to make up for lost times.”
“I know, I’m sorry. But hey…” she reached into her pocket for a piece of paper and a black pen with blue roses printed all over it. She quickly jotted something down then handed him the paper. “Here is my house number. Whenever you come back to Tokyo, just give me a ring-a-ding. Kay?”
Smiling, he accepted the paper then frowned at the cell phone charm hanging from her pocket. “You have a cell phone?”
With a frown, Kagome followed his gaze to the pocket of her black oversized hoodie. “Oh, yeah I just got it a few days ago. My girlfriends simply couldn’t stand not being able to reach me immediately so I finally got one.” She pulled the flat touch screen phone out to wag it playfully in her fingers. “Latest model android, aint it neat?”
“You’re not going to give me your cell number?” Hojo asked shyly. He’s wanted to get in contact with her since… forever. Sometimes he found himself thinking about Kagome more and more to the point where it was distracting him from his school assignments. Now that he seen her, a grown woman now…he doesn’t think he’ll get anything done. She was twice as gorgeous now as she was then. Her hair was longer; her skin was glowing with her bubbly radiance, just simply dazzling. For the life of him, he just can’t seem to peg what have him so enamored with this girl.
Genuinely puzzled, Kagome frowned at the question she thought was odd. “Why would I do that?”
The house number worked fine, plus since he wasn’t a close friend it was only polite and professional to give the house number first. At least that’s what her mother said anyway she thought innocently.
The roses and shiny hearts floating around in his mind sudden popped and blown away with the chilly wind of rejection.
“Oh… no reason.” He said hastily. “I’ll see ya round okay?” Maybe she wasn’t as thrilled to talk to him as much as he thought. There was always next time…maybe. Sometimes he doesn’t know if she was genuinely dense or purposefully blowing him off. It’s hard to tell with her.
What’s his problem? She wondered as she watched him walk away. A thick could of blue overshadowing his head. “Okay…” Kagome answered halfheartedly. And they said women where weird.
She sighed with a shake of her head then turned toward the checkout line. To her horror the line was packed with comic book nerds with the newest copy of Naruto in their eager palms. Some were so eager they had even begun reading it during their wait.
Wonderful. She huffed sarcastically as she made her way to the back of the line that had extend pass where she once stood with Hojo.
Since she was already here she may as well get some books she wanted since everyone cleaned out the Shonen Manga shelves and no longer crowded them.
It wasn’t too long before Kagome was finally able to leave the store. She had never seen so many people crowd into a store like that. One would think that Naruto would get old by now.
That manga had to be a few years old, so what’s the big hoopla about this new release? That had to be the…at least 300^th book or something. I don’t think that manga artist will ever stop drawing until he croak. She shook her head at the pitiful shonen addicted nerds. It was a shame that they engross themselves in such garbage. Such a thing was unhealthy for today’s youth.
Kagome had to catch herself before dropping her five yaoi mangas and three romance novels to the filthy ground below after a near trip experience with uneven pavement.
“Whew that was a close one.” She gasped. “Mommy’s sorry; from now on she will be more careful with you.” She cooed as she snuggled her books affectionately with her cheek. She waited a whole month for these books and be damned to have her them ruined now.
Stopping she had to laugh at herself. She was no better than those Naruto nerds. Quite the hypocrite isn’t she?
Hypocrite.
The word tugged a string in her heart she thought she severed months ago. Reminding her of someone she knew, or she thought she knew, who was a hypocrite.
Inu Yasha.
Before, though still rough around the edges, Inu Yasha was kind to her. He was always so determined to protect her or eager to make her feel better when she needed him most. Never had he complained about her mistakes, he simply made up where she drew short. And he did it all so willingly. But until a few months ago, when Kikyo was finally laid to rest, he changed towards her. He wasn’t vicious or ugly towards her but he seemed annoyed. Almost as if he had little to no patience with her. The smallest things made him angry, he berated her constantly for her short comings, and he rarely spoke to her. At that time, Kagome he knew somewhere in her breaking heart that all his anger was because of Kikyo’s death. And it was all aimed towards her, his scapegoat.
What chaffed her hide was that he was always so quick to point out everyone else’s problems and how to fix them and yet he fail to fix his own. How did that make sense? Everyone else suppose to suck it up and change their ways and move on in life without wallowing in regret while he was allow that twisted luxury.
As a friend she wanted to help him, make him see there was something beyond life after Kikyo. She didn’t want him to forget her. No. Instead she only wanted him to forget the pain of losing her, to see that someone waited for him with open arms to help him heal. Kagome wanted so badly to be that redemption he needed but he rejected her love like it was painful thing ruthlessly reminding her of how she doesn’t do things like Kikyo, or doesn’t understand things like Kikyo, or because she just wasn’t Kikyo.
Kikyo, Kikyo, Kikyo was always spilling out his mouth. The name had stabbed her in her heart in hard blows every time he said the late miko’s name. Like he was telling her that she was nowhere near good enough to replace the deceased miko. It slowly ate away at her confidence then eventually her love for him. Finally, Kagome had had enough and withdrawn from him. Not that it bothered him any. He didn’t even seem remorseful for his behavior towards her or attempted to even apologize. Instead she was supposed to be understanding and accepting of his grudges. But no, she decided then and there. Not this miko, no she had decided to not allow him to brow beat her with his problems. While he was one friend she lost to his grief she had others who were still there for her.
Miroku and Sango, her brother and sister figures. And little Shippou her adoptive little kitsune.
The death of Naraku has allowed him the peace of mind he needed to ask Sango to be his wife. The slayer of course accepted it in a slobbering mess. They had been inseparable ever since. Sango was now due with her first child and hung up her boomerang to happily assume her role as a happy homemaker. Miroku have taken his role as a future father seriously, working diligently in neighboring villages to earn money for them by exorcising homes and old buildings. They have never looked so happy.
Shoulders sagging, Kagome sighed.
She was happy for them, downright elated. But who doesn’t feel that sting when you see something you don’t have? She was only human. Wanting companionship was only natural. But she couldn’t share her heartbreak or her unhappiness with her friends. The last thing Kagome wanted was for her unhappiness to make her friends unnecessarily worried. So she couldn’t really share a lot of her personal business with her sister like she used to. It would only make it to Miroku which of course would somehow make it to Inu Yasha. She loved her Feudal family but to keep things comfortable she kept a lot of things to herself.
Wanting friendship, Kagome befriended a lot of different people. Here in her time and in the Feudal Era. Mostly guys hoping to finally get into the dating scene but she was too jaded to engage into an actual relationship. Only one seems insistent about courting her, a devastatingly gorgeous demon. But for some reason she could seem to allow herself to see him more than a very close friend. She felt she had to be there for him as a confidant than a lover. He may act very carefree and amorous, but she had the faintest impression that something hurts him inside.
Here I go again with my obsession for broken souls. Kagome sighed.
She was passing the well house when she felt an oppressive aura suddenly enveloping her. It felt demonic but yet not wholly evil.
Kagome looked nervously towards the well house. She gently touched at the youkai in answer to the call and felt it tighten around her urgently. It was strange if not scary.
Last she remembered, only Inu Yasha was able to cross between her time and his. And that aura felt much too powerful in her opinion to be Inu Yasha’s. That was definitely the youkai aura of a full demon. But how?
It felt strong like it was right beyond the well house doors, yet it had a far away feel to it. Like it was stuck in between.
“Hello…” Kagome called out shyly taking a cautious step toward the well. It was possible the demon may be right beyond her well doors. “Anyone in there.” She gasped when the force around the well felt stronger, actually pulling at her.
She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but this aura felt familiar. Whoever it was in need of help; her help, and being the selfless person that she was, Kagome was never one to ignore anyone in need, no matter whom or what it was. Foolish some would call it, but just being herself in her opinion. She couldn’t live with herself knowing she allowed someone to die when she could have helped. That type of guilt was too much for her.
The miko hurried into the house up the stairs to her room to toss her bags and books on her bed. Quickly, she packed the first aid kit, some bathing supplies, and many other things she thought she may need. She had just stuffed her P.M.S survival kit in her bag when a thought occurred to her. With that thought in mind she stalked over to her desk to take out the box of condoms she recently confiscated from her younger brother.
Without a doubt the little weasel will come to her room looking for it later. She doesn’t plan on being gone long, just a day to make sure everything was fine in the feudal era. But she didn’t want to enable the little horny toad anymore than he already was. Good thing he was too broke to buy anymore. She’s still wondering how the heck he got them in the first place. He’s a minor for cry out loud.
Looking down at the box she snorted. Magnums?! As if.
She stuffed the condoms in the very bottom of her pack.
“Now what am I forgetting….” Kagome looked around the room one last time and shrugged when she couldn’t think of anything else. “I think I got everything, if not I can always comeback.” Her pack zipped up and ready she hauled down the stairs and paused in the living room to check in on Souta.
He was stretched out on the floor beside the table munching on chips while occupied with a magazine. “I’ll be back Souta. Behave yourself.”
The boy remained silent until his earlobe was imprisoned between two small pinch-happy fingertips. “I mean it Souta... behave.” Kagome’s voice was menacing as she growled in her little brother’s ear.
“Okay, okay I’ll be good.” He hissed between his teeth.
“That’s better.”
Souta nursed another sore part of his body as he watched his sister smile down lovingly at him. His sister may be an overly modest goodie-goodie, but god damn, she could be evil. Absolutely nobody has a pinch as lethal as hers. Inu Yasha still has fingerprints in his dog ears to this day, practically advertizing how much he got punished for being rash. And the hanyou has expressed that he’d rather be ‘sat’ than have his ears pinched.
With a smile Kagome bent low to kiss her cowering brother on his cheek then bounded out of the house towards the well. With a look up to the sky, she’d say it was reaching noon so it should be a little after in the feudal era right about now. Not too early and not too late either. She entered the well house then hoisted herself right over the ledge of the well in one clean jump then fell down into the dark depths to finally be engulfed in a blinding blue light.

Aimaru strolled up to the edge of the small village looking blankly among the humans. His brother’s scent stronger the closer he traveled into the village. Odd. What business would his dearest brother have here?
“It’s reeks here.” He heard the ever whining Jabora beside him comment while fanning his face vigorously.
“Indeed.” Aimaru agreed dryly before he walked casually into the village, the villagers giving him and his little brother wide girth. “Skittish aren’t they brother.” He noted as he looked pointedly to a cowering female who looked seconds from fainting.
Jabora rolled his eyes. “Is Sesshoumaru really here or are you just here to lollygag?” he hissed quietly to the chuckling demon in front of him.
Aimaru chuckled. Lollygagging he says. Interesting word. “Oh he’s here little brother. That I’m sure. Don’t ask me why.” He frowned slightly at the smell he thought he had on his brother. It smelled of him, not like him. He knew Sesshoumaru was somewhere in the vicinity only for some reason he felt that there was two of him. Is it possible that there was someone of kin here among these human? And if it was, could it be that hanyou he heard his mother talk of so fondly?
“Hn.” Wretched little heathens. Jabora sniffed haughtily and curled his lip at a female gawking at him.
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Miroku was exiting his hut when he noticed the villagers gathering around the village streets. A frown on his face he went to investigate surprised to find two demons walking casually down the streets. They were among the crowd carefully, obviously looking for someone. Since their presence was less than welcomed, he should act quickly to address the situation before something catastrophic happens.
“Genltemen.” The monk started as he broke through the crowd to enter the streets to stand in front of the demons.
Aimaru regarded the monk indifferently. “Human.” He couldn’t say he despised the creatures but that didn’t mean was privy to communicating with them either. They weren’t known for their intelligence after all. Though this one…he had an air about him he could, daresay, appreciate perhaps?
He watched the monk nod politely and gestured toward the outer edges of the village to a hut. Sensing no ill will from the human he nodded then followed him and entered the small living space. Inside he was a little surprise to find that it was indeed that very hanyou leaning against the wall playing a sort of tug war with a kit over an odd box of some kind. As odd as the display was, it wasn’t as odd as the hanyou who bore a resemblance to Sesshoumaru.
So this is the infamous ‘love child’ that send the late Western Lord to his early grave. How it must have galled his mother to admit defeat in losing the heart of her mate to a human.
“Indeed.” He smirked.
Inu Yasha looked up at the sound of a stranger’s voice as he released the Gameboy letting Shippou tumble backwards away from him. Ignoring the wailing kitsune, he glared at the newcomers. He curled his lip at the smaller of the two and shuddered. The girlish demon reminded him too much of a certain someone who had a fetish with his hair.
“And you are?”
“Insolent half breed.” Jabora sneered rudely from behind his fan.
“Sissified cock sniffer.” Inu Yasha shot back just as quick, smirking at the appalled look on the feminine demon’s face. Don’t dish it out if you can’t handle it being tossed back at you he’d always say.
Aimaru simply smirked. He liked the hanyou already. “I’m looking for someone and wondered if you all could enlighten me as to his whereabouts.”
Inu Yasha and Miroku shared a curious glance then looked back to the demon. “We’ll be more than willing to assist you in your search.” Miroku offered. “May I ask the name of this individual you come searching for?”
“His name is Lord Sesshoumaru.”
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Kagome’s feet touched down to the dirt floor of the old well gently. Looking up through the lip of the well she knew she was right about the time here. The clouds were still white under the bright sunlight and the sky beyond them was a bright ocean blue. Clear the weather may be but cool the wind blew right through her. She knew she should’ve worn a thicker jacket. But since she was already here, she may as well just go ahead and investigate this mystery nagging at her senses. The quicker she got this over with the quicker she could get home.
“Okay.” Determined, she moved to the wall to begin her climb. She placed her foot into the jumbled mass of vines and began her slow advance to the top. The vines began to crack and creak beneath her fingers. Pretty soon she would have to use that rope and hook thingy Sango made for her to climb when Inu Yasha isn’t around to help her out.
Sango means well but hoisting herself up a rope with nothing but her puny arms was not something she looks forward to. Not forgetting to mention this bag weighed a ton. The miko would rather just stay home through the fall and winter. Inu Yasha would probably come get her, which would probably be often since he would miss his ramen too much.
Not because he missed her, or was dying to see her pretty face of course. Pigs would fly first.
Finally at the top of the well Kagome threw her bag over the ledge then straddled it to rest after the unusually difficult climb. I gotta lay off the chocolates. She admonished herself as she looked around while she caught her breath. “Well so far, nothing out of…” in that instant Kagome felt that same powerful aura surround her, almost suffocating her. Confused she looked around at the surround forest waiting for whoever or whatever it was to appear.
“Okay I’m here.” Kagome called out weakly, not really sure if she wanted to help anyone this powerful after all. The aura was powerful when she was in her time, now actually here it was overpowering.
When no one answered she rose from the ledge to grab her pack while watching the forest trees.
She could feel that the person was close only she didn’t see him or her. Honestly she wasn’t really sure she wanted to. Anyone with an aura that thick and demonic can’t really be friendly. Although Kagome couldn’t deny that this aura feels more familiar by the minute, but for the life of her she couldn’t place who exactly it was.
Kagome back stepped around the well keeping her eyes on the trees and bushes waiting. She kept close to the well in case she had to make a hasty retreat. One could never be too safe when in situations like these.
The miko was about to make another step backwards when her foot was stopped by something heavy making her propel backward to land roughly on her romp. A situation she was glad she had a little cushion on the tushy or else that fall would have really hurt. Rubbing at her aching bottom, she caught her composure then looked over to her side and had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.
There, lying carelessly on the ground beside the Bone Eaters Well was Sesshoumaru. The Great and Terrible Lord of the Western Lands was half naked with his hakamas barely covering his unmentionables, lying completely unconscious by the Bone Eaters Well.
One blink he was still there, another blink told her that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and that third blink…well…she either had to get over her shock or sit there like a moron until he woke up.
“Okay, I take it that it was you that called to me earlier huh?”
She looked down to her legs that draped haphazardly over his thighs, very nice thick well-muscled thighs she might add. She looked back to the sleeping demon lord nervously. Slowly she lifted one leg off his thighs then the other until she was completely off the demon and in a less compromising position.
Thinking a little more on the situation, Kagome couldn’t really determine if she should help him or not. Sesshoumaru wasn’t really that bad of a guy, although he’s tried to kill her a few times. But then, he did help her crew when they were in a bind and has even saved her on occasions. And besides, this man was in obvious need of help and she will help. That is, if she could help him. And if she could would he let her? Worst case scenario was that he would wake snarling and decapitate her while she was wrapping his wounds.
Kagome pulled her pack up to her side. “Alrighty…Let’s see what’s wrong with you shall we?” She said with a cheerfulness she didn’t feel as she looked at the demon lord looking for wounds, blisters, or anything out of the ordinary. “Okay no bruises or wounds, so you must be just sick.”
Leaning over his body the nervous miko place a shaky hand to his forehead and practically snatched back as if burned. “Kami. I never felt anyone so hot.” Panicky she dug in her pack to pull out fever reducing medication and read the bottle then looked back to the sleeping demon and shook her head.
Such medication wouldn’t have effect on a full demon; a whole bottle barely did anything for Inu Yasha and he was a hanyou. The only thing Kagome could think to do was use her holy powers, but that will probably do more harm than good since she was still untrained in the healing area.
“Well looks like you out of luck here pal.” Kagome frowned as a thought occurred to her. “Why aren’t you at home? Don’t you have a healer there to tend to you or something? Okay dumb question. You wouldn’t be here if he could help you, now would you?” That would make sense Kagome thought. Whatever was wrong with the demon lord must be serious. So serious, she figured that not even the most skilled healers know what to do to help him. It was obviously he came here to her for help that she couldn’t give at the moment. Poor guy.
Kagome looked over at him again; her eyes scan his body from his head down towards his clawed toes. During her little observance of the demon lord she couldn’t help but notice his long perfect silver lashes fanning across his perfect high porcelain cheeks. His lips were rosy thick and painfully sensual and his neck was long, thick with muscle connected to wide powerful shoulders…
With a shudder, Kagome reached up to touch her hot face as she looked down at the unconscious demon lord. She shook her head wildly to rid her mind of her lewd thoughts. Okay focus Kagome look for what’s wrong with him NOT what’s right about him, which by the way is everything, She rambled on in her head in an attempt to distract herself. Relentless, her eyes slowly traveled down the rippled planes of his long torso where her curious blue orbs reached where his silver pubic hair peeked from beneath his barely there hakamas. Dare the miko look lower? Dare she look where a modest miko shouldn’t? The curiosity was killing her.
The flustered miko buried itchy fingers into her hair. “Argh! Get it together Kagome. You act as if you never seen a man’s body before. Although never this close in real life since you only had seen it in magazines and movies. What the hell is wrong with me wanting to look…” Kagome ramble on mindlessly, her face red in embarrassment. She fought to keep her eyes on her trembling knees.
Kagome was so far gone in her senseless chatter; she failed to notice red heavy lidded eyes watching her tirade.
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