Idle Hands
Inuyasha watched his brother watching his miko. The bastard might think himself being tricky, but there were things Sesshoumaru constantly underestimated—himself being one of them.
Growling quietly, Inuyasha turned and observed Kagome. She was walking through the meadow, ripe with Spring's new green. The sunlight and winds were playing havoc with her hair, brushing it across her dewy skin. Her eyes, even from this distance, radiated pleasure.
Chancing a glance towards Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha saw Kagome's smiled mirrored on the bastard's face. His clawed hands bit into the bark of the tree Inuyasha watched them from. "Never," Inuyasha assured himself.