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The Wicked Wind
Sesshomaru always loved Kagome best. It was the truth and the whole world knew it.
In fact, it was such a given, common fact that Kagome laughed when Sango cried for her. When Miroku stared at her with solemn, sad eyes; she laughed when Inuyasha gritted his teeth and turned away after hours of swearing and cursing, because he was wrong and jealous and stupid.
They didn't know passion like she did. Or excitement. They didn't know what she and Sesshomaru shared.
Love.
Because love was the way he buried his nose in her hair and held her tightly for hours.
And love was the way her head jerked back because Sesshomaru was gagging and ripping out her locks chunks at a time.
Love was the way he caressed her cheek more softly than a brush from the lightest feather.
And love was the way his eyes bled red and he clawed, clawed at her face and his until everything became red streaks under the dying sun.
Love was the slow way he kissed her expanding stomach every day for nine months.
And love was the way he held their hanyou children fresh from the womb and ripped them limb from limb.
And she laughed through it all because what could be wrong with the world when he was the world, and the sky and the moon and the stars?
I'm in love with the wicked wind.
She wrapped her arms around his shaking body. Soon, he would hate her for being so inferior to him by species alone. Soon he would hate himself too. But it was precious moments like those; moments when he choked out sobs and apologizes from his broken heart that she loved the most. And she would cry too, for his sake; silent, simple tears to show that she loved him and would be there always.
"I love you Sesshomaru." She held him close and he did the same. And she smiled, even as his claws began to prick through her skin.
It never stops.