Introduction
It had been... Interesting to say the least. Some part of her must have snapped; though she was the most cooperative, to say the least for Sesshomaru's pack to join their merry little band, Kagome was not ready to let anything happen to the people she thought to be family, to be her responsibility. She had exploded with threats for her to call upon the greater powers granted to her by the very gods to fry his white and demon ass if he even dared to do something to harm anyone she considered to be of serious value to her. Fortunately for her, it had been long after he has acquired his lovely little Ward, Rin, and he had become much more docile and mellow: At least, that was what Inuyasha had said to her the day they had become official allies, and he had been properly been introduced to her, without him screaming 'Die Inuyasha!'.
Overall, when he had barely reacted to her very colorful threat, that not only consisted of words in their native tongue but as well as any spare swear word and threat in any of the various languages she had picked up in her foreign phase as a middle schooler... Well, she had to admit when as his perfectly shaped eyebrow merely arched at her somewhat brash display, and then replied that he would do the same to her should she dare harm any of those under his protection- She had relaxed into Miroku and Sango's restricting arms, and had given the demon lord a smile. The Demon Lord himself had raised his other brow, on his otherwise emotionless face. Kagome had let out a giggle, and said in a somewhat cheerful voice:
"So we understand each other?"
Sesshomaru had simply let his brows drop down, making his face a cold mask once again, though if Kagome had been surprised to see a somewhat challenging shine to his golden eyes as he had turned around, an orange kimono-clad child skipping behind him. Kagome had barely heard the soft whispered:
"Yes."
That must have slipped past his lips... Which had only caused Kagome to smile even wider, and Inuyasha's brow to twitch in annoyance and he had huffed a 'shit' in the background. His eyes, so similar to his brother's in its golden hue, had glared at nothing and his ears had flatted on his head. He had then muttered:
"Why?!" in a furious shout, ears swiveling about in his agitation.
To his brother, who had replied, calmly; "She made her claim first."
Which had only brought yet another curse from her fire-rat clad friend.
Interesting, to say the least.
AN: I do not own Inuyasha. It belongs to its wonderful author and its publishing company.
This is me, playing in its sandbox, making misshapen sandcastles for our hopefully mutual enjoyment.
Edit: 27 March 2017