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The Guise of Apathy
By: Rachel Elizabeth
�Instincts�
�You presume much,� a cold voice muttered, not amused as the woman before him smiled politely.

�I always have. Where is she?� the woman answered back, not in the least bit intimidated by Sesshoumaru�s actions. Though she had never had any kind of contact with him, nor had she ever heard of him talked about, she knew what he was about. She knew the arrogance that he exuded over everyone. It was just like a youkai to think so highly of himself over the human race.

However, instead of replying to her question, he only looked at her coldly, denying that she had spoken to him. In his home and in his rooms he answered to no one, and this was true for the whole of the western lands. This domain was his and his alone, he had never answered to anyone and if she thought that that was going to change he would kill her immediately.

�I knew you wouldn�t answer. I could find her very easily. However, I have no business with that woman of that kind. She but has something of mine that I intend to take back from her.�

At this statement, Sesshoumaru raised one eyebrow and grabbed her by the arm and led her away. �You are not welcome here.� When they finally reached the front doors, one of his servants grasped the door handles and opened the door for his Lord. Sesshoumaru knocked her to the ground outside his castle doors. �Do not think for one minute that I, Sesshoumaru, am anything like that half-breed. I have no care to know what your association with him is, but do not come near the girl.�

The woman acknowledged his words, though she never spoke it out loud. Sesshoumaru was not one to make idle threats. However, there was still a matter to handle that she could not leave alone. Perhaps the best course of action now was to involve his brother. Inu Yasha would run to the woman�s side, even if it meant facing his brother.

Kikyou was tired, and she was sick of that girl.
Sesshoumaru walked silently back to his room, annoyed that the human wench was turning out to be more trouble than she could ever be worth. He had forgotten the reason why in the first place he had even taken her. It didn�t matter anymore, however, because he never backed down from anything. Especially not anything that involved that half-breed. However, just knowing that that corpse thought that she could walk into his castle and onto his lands and demand to speak to the girl that was, by rights, his, he was infuriated. That woman did presume much more than any human ought to be allowed. He had no special attachment to the girl that was considered his hostage, but nor did he have any particular want of her being killed by someone other than himself.

By the law in the western lands that woman who resided in his castle now was his. Whether by her choice or by his, he owned her. She was another piece of flesh to add to the people of the western lands. The only minute difference was that the people who lived in the western lands did so by choice. The human wench had long ago lost her rights to any kind of choice when she had chosen that half-breed to protect her. The minute he couldn�t protect her was the instant she became a free meal or hostage to any number of people.

Sesshoumaru thought idly that the half-breed was lucky that it was he, instead of someone else whom had chosen to take the wench. For surely anyone else would have killed or eaten her by now. Though if he was told by anyone that this was an act of kindness he would have their brains on a platter and their toes and fingers cut off. In his heart and in his land he had no room for compassion or kindness. These two qualities had never been associated with him, nor did he want them to become part of himself. Those sorts of emotions were for the weak.

The instant Sesshoumaru walked into his room he realized that something had changed about the room. He stopped cold in his tracks and realized that the smell that had reached his nose was that of a fighting spirit. That wench has my sword. �It is futile. Give me the sword and perhaps I will let you live until tomorrow.�

Instantly, Sesshoumaru could hear the startled gasp that spurred from her mouth, even as she tried to hide it from him. In a flash, he felt the icy tip of the sword pointed at his head and saw, with amusement, the girl in front of him. �I don�t know what you want, but I haven�t done anything. Just let me go back to him. He needs me.�

Sesshoumaru eyed her with barely veiled malevolence. With cold fury lacing his tone he spat out at her, �I, Sesshoumaru, do not care what that insolent half-breed needs. Do not ever speak of him again.� With one fell swoop, he had captured the sword�s hilt from Kagome�s hands and had her back pinned against his chest with the sword�s tip at her throat. Again, she gasped, realizing the perilous situation that she had thrown herself into.

Belatedly, she realized that bringing up Sesshoumaru�s brother was probably about the worst thing that she could have possibly done. However, she was not one to back down from anything she would say. The icy tip of the sword nicked her throat, and blood spilt forth freely and Kagome realized that Sesshoumaru did not care whether she lived or died. She had stolen his sword and betted on the fact that he needed her to get his brother to him, but he had just made it perfectly clear that he had no qualms with killing her.

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. The girl in his grasp had started shaking violently and her smell had changed from one of bravado to one of complete and utter fear. It infuriated him that it had taken the girl this long to realize that he could kill her without giving a second�s thought and�

She was doing it again. That insolent wench�s scent had changed from one of abject fear to boldness that was not going to keep her alive through the night. She thought that because he had taken her in the night that he needed her to stay alive because he wanted the half-breed.

The wrath deep inside him grew until he could feel his instinct to kill almost over powering him. Never before in his life had he had a moment where he couldn't control his darker half. However, with every day that the human wench caused more problems the more he realized how easy it could be to just kill the wench.

It was happening again, just like the day he had brought her to his home . . .

�Sesshoumaru-sama! Sesshoumaru-sama!� Jaken pestered. Jaken had been staying with the human wench since they had arrived because he had commanded it so, but Jaken was at his limits and he looked ready to strangle her.

Thinking to scare some sense into the girl whom was now staying at his house, he went to the room that he had allowed her to use. However, when he got there the room was in shambles and the wench was on the bed, crying. When she heard the door open her face lit up with hope, only to be smashed again at the sight before her. She obviously didn�t think that he could be any use to her and this made the bile in his throat rise to new levels.

�Take me back to Inu Yasha! He�ll come for me, anyway! Look, I didn�t even mean to take Rin, but they were��

�Silence!� he told her, the placidity leaving his face to be filled by the anger in his chest that he felt. He could feel his control snapping bit by bit knowing that the girl was not afraid of him, nor was she necessarily keen on the idea that he had given her a room. The earlier thought was what was irritating him largely. It made him realize that he wanted to go over to her and snap her neck, without a second�s thought. He had never felt this rash before in his life. He was not that half-breed who could not control his anger.

Kagome must have seen something in his eyes because the minute he started thinking about the half-breed was the minute she stopped her whimpering and crying to crawl backwards on the bed, away from him. Sesshoumaru realized later . . .

His eyes had started to shift in color.

It felt as though it was happening again. His temper rose to new levels at the thought that he had become like that half-breed; so lost in his anger that he could not control the darker half of his instincts. However, these thoughts were also not helping him move on from his anger. After throwing the sword far from her reach, he took his claws and planted them on her waist to prevent any movement.

If she had moved at that time, he would have sliced her in half, he had no doubt. His anger had not abated and he waged that if she had turned around at that time she would see that same look in his eyes that she had seen the first day she had come to his castle. However, standing behind her and throwing his sword to the side had not lessened his anger. It felt as though his chest was on fire and he could snap her neck to the side and be through with this problem. It was his problem; this girl whom his brother had chosen to protect.

Upon grasping her by the waist, her body had almost become slack in his arms; he assumed it was because she was too afraid to do anything else. When he had grabbed her with the sword her body had tensed up like a board, but now that she was no longer in control at all, her body had almost become acquiescent. Her arms had come up to her stomach, as though to shield her from an attack from the front that would never happen. Sesshoumaru watched silently as she assumed a defensive pose to hold back intruders from the front. Inconsequently, he wondered if she realized that these defensive mechanisms would not hold against anything that he could or wanted to do.

Kagome peeked back at Sesshoumaru to find out what exactly he planned to do and instantly, she realized that his eyes were the same color as they had been the first day she had come to the castle. They weren�t exactly red, like when Inu Yasha transformed, but they were a pinkish color, indicating to her that perhaps he was at his breaking point. Kagome didn�t want to think what would happen if he decided to let go.

However, to her surprise, he leaned his head towards her hair unintentionally to get a better grip on her waist and time froze. He was doing that thing again . . . that thing he had been doing earlier, where he was almost�sniffing�her, but this time it was different. He did not seem repulsed instead he moved closer to her, almost as though he were doing this of his own . . . free will. However, the longer his head stayed in her hair, the more fearful she became of the consequences of her actions. When he let her go, she could see in his eyes that the anger had taken control of him.

His eyes were no longer pink or white; they had turned a shade of red that was darker than blood.

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AN: I told you if I write shorter chapters they get out sooner! I hope you guys like this. Maybe some of you can tell where I�m going to head with this; I hope so! Anyway, just to let everyone know I have a mailing list that you can join. Just go to my Fanfiction (username: ceramicprincess) bio and the link to it is in there. Ciao!

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