This fic was written for a contest on LiveJournal at IYHedonism ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
He comes into the clearing we are camped in, amidst a whirlwind. All of that virile masculinity in one spot just begging for a suitable mate is enough to make me want to jump out of my own skin…and into his. The priestess pays him no mind. Our Alpha loathes his presence, for he is seen as a challenge for his place. The would-be monk just sits back and observes him like he does most people and things. Our Kitsune sees him as a form of entertainment and sits back to watch the show; and a show it is. A show I want a different role in.
He is arguing with our pack leader now and things are getting aggressive…just like I like it. I want to see them do battle so I can once again judge his ability to protect and defend. However, this is not to be…the Miko sits the Hanyou and everything is ground to a screeching halt. I move toward Kagome only to be seized and stilled. The frustration is almost more than I can bear. I watch him cup her hands and ask her to be his mate (again) and think…if only.
If only he would ask that question to the right one, there would be no excuses no hesitation. If only he would really pay attention to what is before him. If only…if only he would ask me.
…yes that fur kilted, high-strung , sexy beast will be in trouble if I ever catch him in his true form. We Neko do not play. We want what we want. They will see what their little Kilala is made of if I get the chance.
I won't need words to show him my intentions. I can make them crystal clear.