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Captivity	By : Keija819 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 15753 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Short? Yes. Boring? Mostly. Humorous? Yes, a little bit. I chuckled, at least. Enjoy.

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Sesshoumaru sat in his study, his knee bouncing in agitation. He did not lately have much opportunity to merely sit and wax reflective, though he was not very relaxed at the moment. He truly missed the good old days when he�d still all the time in the world.
He had begun the night pacing, but the lord felt he�d been doing quite a bit too much of it recently, and he certainly didn�t want to begin another habit.
So he simply sat at his desk, stewing in his own thoughts.
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That human woman was trouble.
It was obscene, the things she was doing to him without even realizing it. Of course, she could scarcely ignore the things he was doing to her. Sesshoumaru smirked, then forced his face to resume its blank state once more. Smirks and smiles were another thing he was giving far too often these days. He most decidedly didn�t want to give anyone the wrong impression.
The lord did, however, let a low sigh escape his lips. He had not, until now, had any reason to consider the effect, positive or negative, of a potential relationship between the miko and himself. Unfortunately, it had become an issue.
Not that he held any desire for such a relationship, of course.
It was just that the more the demon thought of it, the more perfect the idea seemed. Did it not fit splendidly along with his plan?
Every possible scenario had run through his mind, yet Sesshoumaru could not convince himself that courting the human female would be a bad idea. The only small problem was that he might somehow--most unfortunately--grow fond of the girl, much the same as he had become attached to Rin, so long ago. And if, in the end, the miko truly did choose death for herself, then would he, Sesshoumaru, feel guilty?
The lord immediately dismissed the thought.
Surely, one such as he would not feel bothered by such a trifling emotion as guilt. Or regret. Those emotions were contemptible, completely beneath his notice.
No, no one would get the better of this Sesshoumaru.
So perhaps earlier he had made a mistake in playing with the woman. But so what? It all turned out fine in the end, unless of course he was to continue with the ridiculous notion of courting a human female.
And maybe that wouldn�t be as bad as he had first considered. After all, the miko was already showing signs of become more subservient to him, and the demon still had a full two weeks left before he was obliged to return her. Which he would of course do must willingly.
The lord grinned to himself, not bothering this time to censure his facial expressions. Things had begun going even better than he had hoped! So much worry could have been erased if only he had known how easy all of this would be�
Turning back to the matter at hand, Sesshoumaru fought with himself over what to do about the girl.
He finally decided on making her aware of his advances, while studiously keeping her in the dark regarding his reasons. His purposes would be helped along nicely if he could get the little miko attached to him.
For now, he simply must not let her know how he came to be in her time.
This was the part which posed the largest problem. The lord sat musing, ignoring the small girl who brought him dinner, gave him a covert grin, then left as swiftly. He knew she liked to listen to his mutterings. He also didn�t care and was very hungry.
Sesshoumaru tore the right leg off of the chicken he had been provided, munching on it thoughtfully. He certainly wouldn�t be bothered to come up with an excuse for the woman, though he had no doubt she would be asking. He knew it was the first question she�d wanted to ask once she�d realized the identity of her captor.
Was there no way around this obstacle?
The lord grunted in frustration, ripping off the other leg. Why did he have to tell the girl, anyway? Although perhaps she would figure it out herself. He frowned at the thought.
Sesshoumaru knew that the human girl wasn�t stupid, though she had proven more than once that she could be quite foolish.
Surely she would eventually notice the changes in him from her memory, notice that his eyes were darker, his hair had changed style; surely his face didn�t look quite the same. She would notice�Wouldn�t she?
The lord mentally berated himself for caring so much about what a human female thought. And yet�
Would she not notice that the wasn�t quite the same? How would he explain the changes? He could not, would not, for the sake of his entire plan reveal the fact that he was 500 years older than she thought him to be.
The demon could only hope against hope that the miko would not ask.
At that thought, Sesshoumaru let his mind drift back over to thoughts of the previous day spent in bed. It had been a long time since he had slept so well, his arms around the tiny miko. If it came to that, he hadn�t actually slept in some time. But then, demons didn�t need very much rest, after all; their bodies were made to function without much sleep, since there were often times when one was for a time in the company of others who couldn�t be trusted.
Sesshoumaru wondered, then, at his ability to sleep so soundly beside the miko. He did not think he trusted her--did his body instinctively know that , as a human, she would have a hard time harming him?
The lord leaned back in his chair. It was a swivel chair, a type he had learned to enjoy very much. He was particularly fascinated by the fact that no matter how many times he spun it around, the seat did not dislodge from the base. Though he knew there was no magic within, he enjoyed having it because it was special. Speaking of special�
He glanced over at the full-length mirror in one corner of the room. Mirrors were something the lord jealously guarded (hoarded).
Wondering at the wisdom of his sudden thought, Sesshoumaru straightened, then stood, striding purposefully toward the mirror. He couldn�t help but spend a few moments regarding his perfection in the glass, though he had no trouble breaking the spell (this time) and picked the mirror up, moving it to its hiding place in the study�s closet.
Satisfaction passed briefly across his face. Now, when the miko had to follow him everywhere, including his office, she would not defile his beautiful mirror. Eyes lighting up, the lord traveled to any other rooms he thought the woman might enter, concealing his mirrors in various closets and cupboards along the way.
He did not think to consider the oddity of such things stashed away in such places, when looked at through the eyes of any but himself. The lord almost whistled cheerfully as he continued in his task, stowing away his most prized little possessions.

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A/N: Sugar0o, thank you for your dedication.
Amadoni and akasha, thank you so much for your advice.
Marrosa�You so make me giggle.
Remember now, the more encouraged (or threatened�eep!) I am, the faster I type!

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