There, she did it again. Just now, it's the same every time. He watched her intensely, testing out several theories, all of which she squashed at once. They were walking toward the west, Sesshoumaru just a few paces behind Kagome. Their journey had started off as normal as could be hoped for, that is, until this charade had begun.

And it started again. She had a cycle of reactions to go through each time it happened. First, she turned apprehensively as she walked in front of him. She looked at him for exactly two seconds. And then she laughed.

It wasn't a soft, musical laugh either, like the one you read about in story books and fanfictions. It was a short, gaspy thing, not very attractive and poorly suppressed.

Sesshoumaru thought at first that his facial expression had slipped, though it was very unlikely that it had. This was indeed not the case.

The gasping laughter must be depriving her of oxygen, he thought. It was now a gaspy fit of histerics, causing her to stumble every so often as she walked. What in all the hells could make her laugh like that? What could make her laugh at him at all? He was the bone-chilling, terrifying Daiyoukai of the West and he'd be damned if he'd let a human woman make a mockery of him.

He adjusted his expression to intense indifference and made it as cold as ice. He looked even more detached than usual.

As her laughing cycle began again, he met her eyes as she turned around and arched a bored eyebrow at her antics. This only caused her to skip the gasping and go straight to the hysterics. The reaction was almost immediate, but why?

Unbeknownst to him, the only thing to hinder any of his intimadating perona was the gust of wind that had blown a cowlick into his bangs, making a single lock of hair point to the sky, right in the center of his part.

This, coupled with his aloof expression, were all that was needed for Kagome to lose it.

After the tenth laughing fit of the day, she'd decided that he'd suffered enough, so she turned around and started walking back toward him. This caused him to pause as well. He stiffened and his eyes widened ever so slightly as Kagome reached up to place the piece of his bangs back with the rest of his otherwise flawless hair. She giggled as she smoothed it in, running her fingers through the silky strands.

His hand shot out to grab hers as it pulled away and then he looked at her. He really looked at her, for a good two minutes.

In that two minutes, he uncovered one of the reasons why she was forever seperated in his mind as the most annoying, silly, audacious, disrespectful, funny, likeable, warm girl he has ever known.

She laughs.

Meanwhile, Kagome is trying to figure out why this demon is glaring at her with a deathgrip on her wrist.

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I'm high as a kite on meds and delirious with boredom. Yay for oneshots!

Would this count as a crackfic?

Any way, here you go. Enjoy!