Pale hands smoothed the white sleeve of his silken haori, brushing off the lint in disapproval.

His father sat before him, twisting the ends of his pony-tail around his claws in frustration to keep himself from wringing his own son's neck. Really, the pup was just too much.

"You should just give her a chance-"

"Why?" His soft voice filled with disdain. "The things she tries to get me to do are as insulting as they are pointless."

"Because-" The older male pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he seemed to be doing more of as of late. How many times had he explained this to his uptight son before? "someday, it will be up to you to carry our line, and you can't exactly do that without a mate. But you'll never get one if you keep insulting them!"

Cat-slit eyes stared blankly up at his father, unamused. "If this is merely about the West having a Lady, then just find the one with the most competence, and I'll mate her. Meeting so many is a waste of time, I don't need to 'get to know them' as you say."

Inu no Tashio wanted to bash his face into the nearest wall. "Having a Lady that's compatible with you is necessary to the prosperity to the western lands." He was really grasping on strings here.

A silver eyebrow arched.

"Then how do I find this compatible female?" It was obvious that he was only humoring his father.

Twining his fingers together, closing his eyes and humming to himself, he couldn't help but think of a dark haired hime he saw the other day as he was scouting. "Well Sesshomaru, It's a feeling you get, like being shot. Unexpected and not always welcome, but to late to do anything about it"

At this point the young Lord was done listening to his father, this conversation was utterly ridiculous. Being shot by a woman, how pathetic! Without a word he unfolded his legs from the lotus position and left his father to daydream on things he couldn't care less about.

Several Centuries Later

With a well placed punch to his half-brother's face the Hanyou went flying, meters away he twitched on the ground, unable to lift himself back up. Cruel eyes accompanied the curve of his lips, but as a booted foot lifted to finish the disgrace off an arrow flashed through the air. It sped towards him, bright with spiritual power, shattering the armor that protected the Lord and leaving him vulnerable.

He whipped his head in the direction the arrow came from, and his eyes widened at the sight. It was that human who hung around his half-brother, he never paid much attention to her before, but now he was forced to really look at her. Wild blue-black hair whipped in the wind, pink lips pursed, and blazing blue eyes glared into his as she leveled another arrow at him.

He could hear a high-pitched voice cheering in the background. "Amazing, Kagome! You smashed his armor!"

...Damn his father..

Aww, Sesshomaru! You couldn't see love if it slapped you in the face! Which is why we use arrows!