It was the scent of the old world that drew him to the old shrine. He'd first assumed it was an artifact within the grounds that brought on his longing for the days of old when demons roamed the world freely.
Delicately scenting the air he could smell trees, strawberries, and raw dirt. The forest as it was 500 years ago. Curiosity found him stalking down the steps that belonged to the old well house. It was standing over the well and peering down inquisitively that a lightly tanned lightly tanned hand gripped the ledge. Raising an eyebrow he wrapped his hand around the individual's wrist and with ease lifted from the darkness of the well.
Blue eyes clashed with amber. Without warning he brought the woman's small form to his own. Nuzzling into her neck he sniffed, not caring she was cursing and spitting like a small kitten.
"Put me down you overgrown mutt!" Kagome delivered a swift kick to his shin. Her eyes slowly traced up the masculine form to take in his appearance. Deadly clawed fingertips that trailed to lean shoulders, and finally a blank face with fine lines delicately marking each cheek. Holding her by the scruff was no other than Sesshomaru, she paled.
Glowering at her smaller form he decided he would keep his brothers woman, just for nostalgia's sake of course.