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Sesskag Week 2018: Day Four
Family is Home
Sesskag Week 2018 | Day Four: Meeting, Share, Secrets, Rain
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Kagome sighed with a sense of satisfaction and relief easing the burden on her shoulders. Rain pattered onto the tops of the sleeping bags she’d strung through the tree branches to form a canopy. She’d been lucky her mother bought the weather-proof bags because they came in handy whenever they made camp. Having zipped two of the bags together, it was just a matter of draping them through the boughs of the trees securely enough that the rain wouldn’t weigh them down and cause them to fall. With the canopy up, she’d been able to reserve some dry ground as well as start a fire for warmth in the chilly atmosphere started by the sudden downpour. She smiled lightly, looking down to see Rin and Shippo curled up together, fast asleep against Ah-Un’s side. Sesshomaru and the others had gone out to scout and left her to find a safe spot to rest for the night as well as guard the young ones. Maybe once before the daiyoukai had joined their group, she would have felt indignant at the suggestion that she remain behind while everyone else did grunt work. However, with her new found knowledge at just how much Sesshomaru respected her—her cheeks bloomed with soft red warmth as she thought about it—she didn’t feel insulted at the task asked of her. Instead she felt quite happy, as silly as it was, that he’d asked her personally to take care of their younger members. It felt like an important duty to her.
The rain pattered pleasantly on the blankets and on the ground, the droplets landing with sounds like fairy bells.
Squelching in mud and snapping branches told Kagome that someone was approaching their shelter on foot. And given how careless it was, it couldn’t have been anyone from their group, except for maybe Jaken. She reached over and grabbed her bow, knocking an arrow. Crouching low, she placed herself in front of the kit and the little girl. For all she knew it could’ve been an animal. But with her luck it was probably the unwanted and unfriendly company of a youkai.
A gentle and soft flicker of orange flame become apparent first before the bearer did. The silhouette told her it was a tall man with a strangely shaped hat. In his hands was a lantern, his fingers and hand visible as the light cast a fading glow just barely visible enough for his arm.
As he approached closer, Kagome recognized him immediately. He was going to walk right by them without seeing them. His robes were drenched with water, and his hat seemed droopy, not made to bear the weight of rain. She gave a hesitant look to her own dry haven and then back at him before making up her mind.
“Katsurou!” She called out, setting down her bow and arrow.
He looked up at her in surprise, small rivulets dripping down his brow and nose. “My lady!”
“Come over here and get out of the rain. Are you crazy?” Kagome scooted over as he approached with wary steps, before standing beneath the canopy and in front of the fire she’d made.
He looked worse for wear. The outer robe of his hanbok had been torn in various places, and his gat had a few holes that made the hairs on his head more apparent. Still he offered her a grateful smile and a bow at the waist.
“I must thank you for your hospitality.” He sat down gingerly, watching her for any signs of disapproval.
“What were you thinking, traveling the forest at night, alone, in the rain,” she scolded, pulling her backpack into her lap.
“I’m aware I must’ve looked foolish,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head abashedly. “But I’m looking for my younger brother Hayate. I was on my way back to returning to the mainland when my parents told me of his disappearance.”
“Younger brother? Mainland?” Kagome asked in confusion as she rummaged around her backpack searching for food to provide the traveler.
“Ah yes, some of these are not my secrets to share, however given your kind nature, my lady, I don’t mind.” He sat forward, hands on his knees as he gave her a eager and sincere face. “I live in a province within Goryeo on the Mainland, do you perchance know where that is?”
So he is Korean? She wondered, her suspicions about him feeling a bit more appeased. “Yes.”
With a small chuckle, Katsurou tilted his head to the side. “I can tell from the look on your face you are confused. Please ask of me anything.”
She felt a bit sheepish having been caught. “You speak our language very well from having come all the way from Goryeo.”
“Oh I’m not from there,” he laughed, a pleasant sound that soothed her. It made her feel as though she’d done something right. “I would hope with a name like mine, you’d be able to infer that my parents are both from here. I was born in Edo, my dear lady. However, my father is quite the…power hungry man. And that was not the route that I wished to seek. I wanted to find my own way outside of my father’s conquests and make my own name known. So I went to the mainland.”
She pulled out her little saucepan to boil water, and a cup of ramen.
Katsurou either pretended not to notice or he genuinely did not see her do these things. “As for my younger brother, he and my father had apparently been clashing heads. So he ran off.”
“You seem to have quite a few problems with your dad,” Kagome mentioned, her brow furrowing just a bit.
The man shrugged. “Perhaps. But I think all sons quarrel with their fathers. Don’t you?”
Images of a tall daiyoukai warlord dressed in pristine white and a young hanyou garbed in crimson came to mind, both of them fighting over a sword left behind by their sire.
“I suppose your right,” she admitted.
“My father is a good person,” Katsurou looked off with a glint in his eyes that Kagome would’ve called adoration. “He backs down from nothing and he fights hard for what he wants. He can be strict and stern at times, and even cold—but he cares about his family. Despite what many people would think, he is a very good father and a very good husband to my mother.”
Kagome giggled. “You mentioned your younger brother’s name is Hayate, is that literal?”
“I did say my father is very good to my mother.” He grinned. “And there are more still after my brother.”
They laughed together, their shoulders and sides shaking in happiness.
She poured the now boiling water into the cup of noodles. “Are you close with your mother, Katsurou?”
He looked up at her then, his lips upturning in a small smirk while his blue eyes glittered. “I would like to think so, my lady.”
A small flutter in her stomach made her feel uneasy. That was not quite the look she was expecting from that statement. Such a genuine and keen statement.
Clearing her throat awkwardly, she handed him the cup of piping hot noodle soup.
He took it in his hands, his fingers brushing against hers.
Kagome recoiled instantly. There was a spark of something bitter and sad that ignited in the momentary touch. She could see him, standing alone in a field of Goryeo screaming in pain and loneliness. So much sorrow flowed through the contact, so much agony.
“I hope you don’t mind me eating and running. But I have to continue searching for my brother,” Katsurou bowed his head before tilting the cup to his lips. “Thank you for the ramen.”
She shot up, her hand grabbing her weapon in an instant.
He sat straight up, his eyes widening as she pointed an arrow at him.
“What are you?” Kagome demanded, her eyes narrowing.
“Ah, shit-I mean shoot,” he winced, setting the cup down on the ground.
“What are you?” she ground out again, her fingers tightening their hold on the notch of the arrow. “You have five seconds to answer.”
He bit his lip, his face scrunched up and unsure. Still, he raised his hands slowly, showing her every movement so that she knew he posed no threat. His fingers grasped the edge of his gat. A small look of fear flitted over his features, and the he wavered for just a moment. Shaking his head, and putting a determined look on his face, he pulled his hat back.
Large, ebony ears fluffed out from the top of Katsurou’s head, and immediately tilted forward in apology.
“An Inu hanyou,” Kagome whispered, before looking over him completely.
Without the gat, his hair was free to fall in place however it wished. His shoulder length locks were almost as dark as the fur on his ears, and the blue of his eyes were tragically familiar. Now that the shadow of the ridiculous hat was gone, Kagome could recognize every feature in the hanyou’s face. It was, for the most part, like looking in the mirror. There were a few features, however, that did not mimic her own.
Such as the blue crescent hidden that barely peeked out from behind his choppy midnight bangs.
Katsurou’s ears shot up in alarm, and he veered around into a defensive crouch. The glittering silver hair was the first thing they both saw. Sesshomaru. He approached them with an expressionless countenance on his face, his brow knitted together in distaste. The hanyou stood up immediately, running and meeting the daiyoukai. Kagome watched the interaction, wondering what she should do when both Shippo and Rin had started to awaken.
Sesshomaru cast a brief glance to his little miko, checking her and the young ones over to make sure that they were well. “We will leave the kit and Rin with the village priestess.”
“Why?” She wasn’t questioning him, she wanted to know what was happening.
The Inu returned his attention to the hanyou. “We have found Naraku. And we have found his brother.”
Katsurou cursed and bowed deeply at the waist.
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They decided to take a stroll through the flowers. ♥
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SessKag Week Day 4 - Sunflower fields and Road trip
First for Everything
Modern Day AU / Romance / 1,077 words
Familiar chords filled the silence and Kagome perked up in her seat, unable to hold back a smile. She loved this song!
She leaned towards the radio and cranked up the volume.
Sesshoumaru’s fingers clenched against the steering wheel. He slanted a quick glance her way, his eyebrow arched.
Kagome raised her own eyebrows in a challenge.
Sesshoumaru was a private person as well as a control freak – but she could be just as stubborn as he was.
He fixed his attention back onto the road and shook his head. But he couldn’t mask the smile rising to his lips.
Victory was hers. Kagome slumped happily against her seat, her head bopping to the beat of the song.
It was a beautiful day. Sun was smiling at them from a clear blue sky. The air outside was hot and humid, and Kagome was glad to be sitting in the comfortable coolness of the air conditioned car.
Excitement bubbled through her as she watched the road stretching out before them. The train would have been faster, but a road trip was so much more fun. She was glad she had managed to talk Sesshoumaru into it – even if their given destination had her in jitters.
The song ended. Kagome grimaced at the commercials on the radio and turned the volume back down. She looked at the passing scenery and toyed with the hem of her sundress.
“It will be fine,” Sesshoumaru spoke, his deep voice pitched in a soothing tone.
Kagome bit her lip and snuck a glance at him.
“You can’t know that.”
Warm gold eyes met hers for a brief moment before he turned his head to watch the road again.
“I know you,” Sesshoumaru told her, in that utter confidence that bordered on arrogance. “And I know my mother. She’s going to love you.”
Kagome hummed. Somehow, she wasn’t as convinced of that as he was.
Though, to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t just the thought of Sesshoumaru’s mother disliking her that made her stomach twisting into knots.
She’d dated before. Good guys, nice guys.
But never a guy like Sesshoumaru.
And she had never met any of her exes’ mothers either.
This was a big step, a step that made this is serious flash across her mind in neon letters.
Casual dating wasn’t really Kagome’s thing, so commitment didn’t scare her; not exactly… But even after months of dating, some part of her still couldn’t believe that someone like Sesshoumaru was interested in her.
And now he was driving them across Honshuu so he could introduce her to his mother.
She was giddy. She was nervous. She was humbled. She couldn’t believe her luck.
She was in love – that scared her more than Sesshoumaru’s mother ever could. Love opened a door to wonderful things but it was also a leap of faith.
Kagome had been hurt before. She and her ex both had been young and thoughtless but she could not unlearn the lesson: caring for someone deeply left you vulnerable to them.
Kagome stared out of the window, not even registering the landscape as her fingers worried the hem of her dress.
A warm weight flattened her fingers and settled over her hand.
Kagome’s gaze snapped to his hand, curling around her fingers in silent comfort.
She probably wasn’t able to keep the affection flooding her insides from showing in her eyes as she turned to look at him.
He didn’t speak or look back at her, fully focused on driving, but his usually impassive face bore such a tender expression that Kagome’s heart melted then and there.
And she knew that Sesshoumaru would never hurt her.
Kagome relaxed against her seat and smiled at the clear blue sky.
Sesshoumaru drummed his finger against the steering wheel in the beat of the song playing quietly in the background. Beside him, Kagome sat on her seat and looked out of the window, resting her cheek against her hand. Her eyes were hooded, all signs of her earlier fidgeting gone.
Sesshoumaru was glad to see her relaxed at last.
Kagome had no cause to fret. He had meant what he’d said earlier; his mother would welcome her with open arms.
After all the nagging and not-so-subtle hints he’d endured over the years, he was sure his mother would welcome any woman he’d bring to meet her with open arms.
And Kagome wasn’t just anyone, she was someone very special.
A soft gasp drew Sesshoumaru’s attention.
Kagome had sat up, and was raptly staring out of the window, unaware of his gaze. Outside the window there was a field of yellow, and it took Sesshoumaru a moment to realise it was a field of sunflowers.
They were her favourite flowers. He remembered her mentioning that on one of their first dates, and he’d stored the fact for later use.
His mind made, Sesshoumaru slowed down and found a good place to stop on the shoulder of the road.
Kagome turned to him.
“Why are we stopping?”
“We’re taking a short break so I can stretch my legs.”
He saw the suspicion in her eyes, but kept his features perfectly neutral. Kagome frowned but slipped out of the car and started towards the field.
Sesshoumaru got out and walked around the car. He propped himself against the passenger side door to watch Kagome. Her sundress fluttered in the small breeze as she walked towards the flowers.
When she reached the edge of the field, Sesshoumaru noticed some of the sunflowers were taller than she was. Somehow that made her even more endearing to him.
And then she looked at him over her shoulder and Sesshoumaru’s heart sang – her blue eyes danced in the sunlight, the pure joy writ on face and that smile…
It was her smile that had made Sesshoumaru fall for her in the first place.
Minutes stretched, as she admired the flowers and he admired her.
When she turned to walk back to him, he took a few steps forward to meet her.
Kagome slid her arms around his neck and Sesshoumaru instinctively pulled her body against his, not caring about the heat of the day.
Her head tilted to meet his gaze.
“I love you,” she whispered, a quiet confession she’d never voiced before.
Sesshoumaru, however, was a man of action, not words; he slid his hand to cradle the back of her neck and claimed her soft lips in a tender kiss.
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Sesskag Week Day 4: ~Sunflowers and Roadtrips~
I’m really sorry this is late, I got sick last night and was unable to upload this. Hope y’all enjoy.
Sunflowers and Kitsune
Word Count: 1780, Goblin: the Lonely and Great God AU
Kagome tapped the lip of the well. It’d been two years since it had sealed, but still she found herself lingering to it every so often to check and see if the gates of time had been opened again to her. It disturbed her, the idea that all that remained of the Inuyasha forest and the Kaede’s village was her family’s shrine and the Goshinboku. Memories of her friends lingered here as much as her desires to return, and it hurt knowing the likeliness of seeing them again was very low.
Her hand reached to the pocket inside her school skirt and she pulled out the small package of matches that she kept there. She struck one and blew it out swiftly—scared that it would burn the tips of her fingers. There was a woosh of air but no other signal to tell her the signal had worked. Turning around, she found Sesshomaru leaning against the wall of the well house, a book in his hand. All his focus seemed poured into the literature, his eyebrows raised slightly when he flipped the page. He glanced at her briefly before returning to the words on the page. Unlike the other times, he didn’t seem annoyed or upset, so that was progress.
“It may surprise you,” he finally spoke, shutting the book slowly. “That this Sesshomaru is a busy man. Please refrain from summoning one such as myself again.”
“I needed to talk to you,” Kagome sighed, ready for his arrogant outburst at any moment. Perhaps they had not made any headway after all.
He looked at her and then the well, he brow cocked and he looked at her skeptically. “There is no honor in jumping down there, in case that was your question.”
“Haha, funny,” she snorted, her hands ran over the old wood. “This was how I ended up back there…you know back when you were younger, old man.”
“Testing,” he warned before nodding to her to continue.
“It’s closed now and I can’t go back…haven’t been able to go back—two years on this day.” Her fingers traced along the edge, as if waiting to feel that familiar surge of power that told her the well was alive again. “And I wanted to know if there was any way you could open it.”
The goblin’s tilted his head in disinterest.
Kagome tried another tactic. “Well, I mean, I’m sure someone like you could do it. You know, what with all that amazing power so a strong and might goblin has.”
With a jeering snort, Sesshomaru shook his head. “If you believe that flattery works on one such as I, woman, you are very wrong.”
Nevertheless he walked in front of the wooden structure and rested his hand next to hers. Peering down into the mouth, his grip tightened on the rim and he started to focus. Around the well he could feel the trapped power that the Miko had been talking about. Sesshomaru closed his eyes and tried to force the time gates open, however he found his abilities met with a strong wave of purification. While he was no longer affected by such troubling things, he recoiled nonetheless.
Humming, he stuck his hands in his coat pockets. “It is closed and sealed.”
“I was afraid of that,” she exhaled, her expression fell and became crestfallen. “Thanks for trying, Sesshomaru.”
He blinked, finding that this somber display did not fit the girl at all. “Who do you miss the most? The kit or Inuyasha?” The words tumbled out of his mouth faster than he could realize.
Kagome shot him a surprised glance. “What do you mean?”
“This Sesshomaru means what he said. Who would you prefer to see at the current moment?” Trying not to roll his eyes, he held his hands out as if for her to pick which one.
“I…I don’t know,” she whispered, her eyes flashing back to the day she and Inuyasha had fallen through the Meidou. “I didn’t really get to check on Shippou…to make sure he was okay. Can you take me to both?”
With a sigh, the goblin shook his head. “This one, on this matter, is not trying to be cruel. But for the moment, it would be best if you should only see one.”
The quiet that settled between them, unsettled him. In the time that he had known the girl—which given the circumstances, was a long time—she had always been chatty. Always ready to talk to anyone who had an ear. Not that was a necessarily bad thing, just for him. But the way her hands rubbed her cheeks worriedly as her eyes flicked to the ground as she thought, it bothered him.
“Today…will you take me to see Shippou?”
Her focus had returned to him and her lips seemed drawn.
A nod was his response. He held out his hand, to which she grabbed hesitantly. Sliding open the door to the well house, he stepped through with her. Their feet landed on the tile floor of his house and the walked in, closing the door behind them.
“Given where the kitsune is, it is better if we drive there.”
“Is it far?” she asked, following him down the hall, and out the front door where one of his many fancy cars waited.
“A half hour,” he responded curtly, unlocking the vehicle. “Get in.”
She slid into the car after opening the door, and closed it behind her. Sesshomaru started the car and pulled out of the driveway, driving out onto the road and away. Kagome’s sight never left her side window, feeling a tense silence between them. She had only known him, the current him, since she had gotten stuck on this side of time.
“Do you listen to music?”
His voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she turned her focus to him. He pointed to the glovebox, his gaze never leaving the road. Although a smug smirk seemed to twitch along his lips.
“This Sessomaru has many CDs in there. Classical music to latest current pop songs. If you wish to put something on, there is no complaint from me,” he stated, tapping his fingers along the wheel.
Kagome smiled at his display, but shook her head. “It’s alright Sesshomaru. I like the silence.”
His proud expression disappeared, but the corner of his lip quirked just a bit. Perhaps she was not as talkative as he remembered. He continued to lead them to where the kitsune lived, or where he remembered the trouble maker to live. The city began to disperse and turn into country side instead. Trees and rice fields lined the sides of the road, and Kagome watched them with ever eager eyes. Unlike earlier, the hush between them comforted him. It was amiable and something he found he enjoyed. The goblin admitted, since he had found Kagome two years ago, he enjoyed their friendly excursions and companionship. Her being predicted to be the goblin’s bride had been brushed back to their worries and instead, the focused on anything other than that. While he relished the idea of pulling the sword from his chest, he found that for some reason he desired to linger just a bit longer.
A squeal caused him to pull from his thoughts and set himself on alert.
“What is it woman?” He demanded, scanning the road for any sign of danger. He found none.
“Sesshomaru, look at all the sunflowers!” She gasped, pressing up against the passenger door window. “There’s so many of them! Please, can we stop to look.”
“As pleasant as that would be,” he found that his voice sounded irritated. “The kitsune runs a tight schedule. We must hurry if you are to catch him.”
“Oh.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “Okay.”
He disliked the disappointment that lowered on her, but he wasn’t lying about the tight schedule. She would see. Then perhaps she wouldn’t be so down.
The car began to drive in to a long winding driveway, and for some reason it seemed familiar to her. As they began to rise over the crest of the hill, Kagome’s face lit up and she recognized where they were. The kitsune school. Memories of the silly pranks played on her, Sango, Miroku and Inuyasha flooded her mind and she laughed, covering her mouth. So this was where Shippou was.
Sesshomaru parked by the pool and left the car running. He stepped out and watched with a lifted brow and internal amusement as Kagome nearly jumped out. She looked all around with high anticipation.
Together they walked up to the front door, Sesshomaru swirling the lavender plumes of smoke around them as if to shield them from any unwarranted tricks. He knocked on the large wooden doors. It didn’t take long for them to swing open.
A young man stood there, four tawny foxtails wavering flashily as he smirked—a fang curled over his lip. His ginger hair was cut below his ears, much in the same way as Sesshomaru’s was in the back. However, he had no bangs, and his hair at the front of his was neatly cropped and cut close to his hairline. It seemed almost modernly professional. He wore large brown hakama, and a dark green kimono with a blue haori.
He laughed when he saw Sesshomaru. “So the great and mighty Goblin returns! You haven’t been down here in fifty years. I hope it’s not another complaint you have.”
“Hardly,” the goblin crinkled his nose, miffed. “This Sesshomaru has brought a friend.”
“This Sesshomaru has brought a friend,” the kitsune copied annoyingly, before turning to look at Kagome. His mocking expression dropped and was replaced with surprise. He ran his fingers through his short ginger hair, his green eyes disbelieving. “Kagome?”
“Shippou?” Her voice was shaky and hopeful.
The embrace was sudden, but neither one of them complained. He held her close and nuzzled his nose against her shoulder. She shook against him.
“You’re so big!” She whispered, her eyes starting to tear-up.
“And you look almost exactly the same,” he answered, hugging her tight.
Kagome turned to look at the white-haired goblin. “I…Sesshomaru thank you.”
He inclined his head and blinked. “You two have much to discuss before the rats return.”
“The kits are out on holiday,” Shippou explained, looking down at Kagome. “They’ll be back later tonight.”
“I will return before then to pick you up,” Sesshomaru stated, before walking away. No longer in their sights, he returned to the car and smiled. He could still hear their excited chatter. While they were busy talking, he figured he would go pick some sunflowers.
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Breakdown (SKW2018d4)
Prompt: Meeting, share, secrets, rain
Canon divergence. 906 words.
For once, Kagome did not mind the rain.
It suited her mood perfectly. Moreover, it camouflaged her tears.
Most of the time, it was easy to keep a smile on her face.
Sometimes, however, it just all became too much and the feelings and thoughts she usually kept at bay by cheer and stubbornness pushed through and ambushed her.
The tender affection she held for Inuyasha and feared wasn’t returned in full. The guilt over shattering the Shikon no Tama. The dangers they constantly faced in their quest to claim the shards. The stress from having to shoulder a double life, and the weird sense of being in-between, of no longer truly belonging to either time.
And last but not least, the nagging doubt whether or not she and her friends were going to survive this after all; whether Naraku would prove to be too big a foe for them in the end.
Death and doom were something Kagome usually did not like to dwell upon.
But days like these were different; days when she was too tired, too hurt, too afraid to keep from thinking about those gloomy possibilities.
Slumped on the ground, Kagome’s tears slid silently down her cheeks. Her clothes were soaking in the cold rain, starting to cling to her skin. Her fingers were clenching the wet grass before her.
She’d had these breakdowns before and knew that the only way out was to let herself go and ride that wave of negative emotions; cry herself out.
Tomorrow, she’d wake up feeling better. Tomorrow, she would push the fear and the guilt and the worry back into the box she usually kept them locked in. Tomorrow, she would shoulder all the stress with her spine straight and steeled.
But there were still many long dark hours ahead before that.
Kagome could almost see them stretching out before her, every exhausting, tear-soaked moment.
“What are you doing?”
Kagome nearly jumped out of her clammy wet skin. She turned around and saw the last person she’d expect to meet in a forest in the middle of the night.
He was glaring down at her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
“Answer me, miko!”
Kagome swallowed. She really didn’t want to talk right now. Not with anyone; definitely not with him.
But he was already annoyed and didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
She met his golden gaze.
“I’m having a cry.”
Sesshoumaru frowned at her answer. The hand resting on the hilt of his sword flexed.
“Out here, in the rain? At night? Alone?”
That must have been the most words he’d ever spoken to her.
Kagome shrugged her shoulders.
“Yes.”
Having spent so much time with Inuyasha, she was half-braced for the next words out of his mouth to be a variation of “are you out of your damn mind?”
Instead, she got a single word that stopped her heart.
“Why?”
Kagome considered the question. Did he want to know why was she out at night alone in the rain or why was she having a cry?
The latter, she did not particularly want to answer. She had not shared these dark feelings with anyone, not even her friends. Until now, when he’d found her, these breakdowns had been the deep dark secret she’d kept tight to her chest.
But there stood Sesshoumaru, towering over her and scowling while he expected her to answer.
Swallowing a sigh, she gave him what he wanted, choosing the safer option.
“Because I needed to cry and I didn’t want anyone to know or see.”
For a long silent moment, they stared at one another.
She was sure now he would ask why she was crying in the first place and then Kagome would be driven into a corner.
But Sesshoumaru said nothing.
He turned his back towards her and stepped away.
Confused, Kagome frowned at his rigid back.
“What are you doing?”
“Respecting your wish not to be seen.”
Kagome’s mind screeched into a halt. Stuttered. Boggled.
If he wanted to respect her wishes, what was he still doing here? Why didn’t he just walk away and leave her alone?
This was Sesshoumaru after all, he must’ve preferred solitude to her company.
Kagome was so preoccupied wondering about what the heck was going on with Sesshoumaru that she hadn’t even noticed her tears had dried.
Trying to puzzle out his peculiar behaviour had pushed aside the wild torrent of negativity she’d been wallowing in, and Kagome could already feel her mind clearing, her emotions once again starting to find their equilibrium.
She shivered, realising for the first time how cold she was.
She hissed in a sharp breath and hugged herself – and found she was staring into Sesshoumaru’s eyes.
He had turned around and was studying her, still seeming angry.
He strode towards her, in quick purposeful strides.
Kagome flinched and squeezed her eyes shut.
Something warm, heavy and soft landed on her shoulders.
Kagome’s eyes fluttered open.
Sesshoumaru looked odd as he stood before her. Smaller, somehow.
Then she realised he’d taken that enormous white pelt off his shoulder and draped it over hers.
“Go back to your friends,” he told her, his cold tone brooking no argument. “Get rest.”
Kagome nodded dumbly, but it took her a long moment staring at Sesshoumaru’s retreating back and clutching the soft warm fur closer around herself before she could will her feet to move.
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