Title: Doubts
Author: Priestess Skye
Prompt: Seasons Challenge - Summer
Genre: Romance, Drama
AU/CU: Canon Universe
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 595
A/N: Part of a series. Is the second part to Beginnings, which was inspired by the spring prompt

Kagome didn't think it was possible for the sky to be as black as it was. The wind had picked up, causing her hair to whip across her face. Crossing her arms across her chest, she held her kimono together, knowing the wind, as merciless as it was, would let it fly loose. The incoming storm was vicious and moving quickly. She could see the lightening off in the distance, heard the low rumble of thunder. The air was thick and damp and smelled of the incoming rain. She looked forward to it, hoping it would dispel the oppressive heat that typically accompanied summer.

It didn't bode well for many people, she knew. Nearby villagers would have to rebuild their homes after this. Others would probably be killed trying to protect what was theirs.

As for herself? She would be content to sit and watch from her doorway, if not for the irate demon standing behind her. "Something's coming," he murmured. "It's been too quiet lately, too tame."

Placing a hand on his arm, she used it to turn herself away from the doorway. "It's just a storm," she soothed, looking for a room that didn't have a window to sit in. After several months of living together, they were settling into a routine. She knew what tended to set him off, and avoided them at all costs, just as he figured what buttons to push to get her temper up.

Looking at the new wood on the walls, Kagome frowned. They were becoming complacent. Routine was fine and dandy most of the time, but the spark that came with being a new couple was slowly fading away. Or was it settling? She wasn't sure. They could still fight and argue like anybody else, and both had a temper that was a force to be reckoned with. Numerous times she found herself yelling at the demon for his infuriating stubbornness, just as numerous times she found herself on the receiving end of his glares and silence.

There was hardly time to find accord on items of importance. She was loud, brash, unpredictable and impulsive. Sesshoumaru was the polar opposite.

Perhaps her mother wasn't too far off the bad when she said the first year was the hardest.

I'm leaving, she had once threatened when she didn't get her way.

I believe you are aware as to the location of the door, he had replied in his typically impassive way.

Following her into the room, Sesshoumaru took a seat against the wall opposite Kagome, his golden eyes looking as hard as steel. He scanned the room and trained them on the door, his back ramrod straight, as if he were waiting. She sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do to. The peace that had settled in just before she moved in with him was long gone. He hadn't lied when he said there were those who would object to their union. She would have thought they'd have settled by now too.

"I'm perfectly safe here," she bit out, unhappy with the idea of him staying with her simply because he believed there was a threat. "I know how to fight."

A single eyebrow made its way under his bangs, though he didn't say a word. His hand simply tightened on the hilt of his sword. Closing her eyes, she gave up. There was no use talking to him when he was like this.

Was this what the next forty years were going to look like? If so she wasn't sure she would last that long.