"You fight well, Little Miko, but you will not deny this Sesshoumaru."
Kagome's heartbeat was increasing as she once again found herself trapped by the taiyoukai lord. She searched his eyes, knowing he was picking up on her heavy scent of adrenaline. Darting her eyes slightly to her left, she started calculating her next move.
"That way is not safe."
She sneered back at him. How did she allow such things to happen? It was not the first time she allowed him to bait her into this situation. He would coax her with sweet words and innocent promises, only to prove yet again what Sesshoumaru wanted he always obtained.
Her eyes shifted to the right.
"That is foolish as well."
Her nose wrinkled in concentration and her anger did not let her acknowledge that she liked the challenge and rush these circumstances provided her. However, she never seemed to be the one to be in control, no matter how good she thought things were going.
Sesshoumaru continued, "Admit defeat and submit."
Blue harshly met gold as her spirit flared. "Never!" she combated, her high octave challenge cutting through his low baritone of words and victorious growls.
"You will succumb to this Sesshoumaru." He was smirking as he stared her down, only making her more irritated.
"Aren't you usually quiet?" He was distracting her from retreating, knowing she couldn't back down. There had to be something she could do…
His voice even smirked while he teased. "Give in, Little Miko."
The high variety of possible exits were quickly evaluated and just as quickly dismissed. Had he truly left her no way out? Did he truly enjoy doing this to her that much?
Her eyes were falling, she knew it. He knew it, though it wouldn't be enough to take victory.
"Kagome," he cooed through a suggestive growl. Sesshoumaru not only desired the submission of the furious but defeated onna, but her verbal acknowledge of his success over her. "Say it."
She sighed deeply and dropped her shoulders. Why? Why did he always have to win? Reluctantly, she moved her hand forward, and with a final spirited huff, tipped the black, wooden chess piece that represented her only hold of life on the game she wished she never taught him.
"Checkmate."
