He awoke with a fogged head, almost incapable of coherent thought. Dingy, murky, and dank; this was how he would describe the cave he found himself laying in. He assumed it was the cave's naturally muculent atmosphere that obscured his senses, as he observed a sudden inability to hear, see or smell in his usually superior way.
He felt a light touch against his abdomen. Timid, yes, but resolute. He reached out to clutch the offending hand, vision clearing just enough to identify her. Obsidian hair, piercing arctic blue eyes, rosey and chapped lips, all contrasted against ivory skin. She would have been a breathtaking sight had she not been a bitter enemy. And human. The notion of a human daring to touch him disgusted him at his very core.
"Don't," Sesshomaru rasped. His efforts to speak surfaced a burning pang in his sides that radiate out. Weakened muscles trembled with violence at the sensation, hazing his awareness further. Still, her resolve was unshakable.
"I need to. You'll bleed out if I don't," she reasoned. He looked to where she made contact with him to see a wound that trickled with thick red blood, pooling around him.
"It will heal on it's own, girl," he tried to bite her with his words, yet they came forth as little more than a tart.
She scoffed at him. She scoffed at him. Oh, if he had the strength to-
Snap.
A slight sizzle. A flash of lilac. A white hot burn, followed by a cool, soothing stream of energy over his wound. She had dared to insult him by inflicting her healing powers upon him.
"Cease at once. I despise you," he spat.
She looked to him with sincerity, not once stopping the flow of the power that healed him, and simply asked, "Why?"
Why? Could she be serious? And further more, did she truly expect him to answer her? The nerve of this girl. There were a myriad of examples to choose from. Yet he decided he only need one.
"You're a human. And I detest your kind."
She instantly burst into quite an obnoxious cackle, somehow finding humor in this. Kagome rummaged through a small pack beside her, snickering all the while, until she pulled forth a compact mirror and handed it to Sesshomaru to inspect.
Bringing it to his face, he studied the reflection he saw with disbelief and awe, bringing an unclawed hand to probed his unmarked cheeks and de-fanged teeth, swiping at jet black locks.
In pure abhorrence he uttered a single query. "Human?"