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Loosening his immaculate tie, Sesshoumaru allowed his markings to bleed through his magically enhanced shielding. He ran his spindly fingers through short, silvery hair. Though, a recent ruse, he gave in to his personal assistant's chiding and, too, masked the great length of his mane.
To adapt, to survive, and to live an immortal life with unquestionable honor – so goes the life of Western Corps founder, Sesshoumaru.
With her consciousnesses whirling into past events, deep into the past to the tales of old where demons and humans alike lived side-by-side, albeit with tentative peace and underlying resentments from both sides, Kagome stared into a mug of plain, black coffee, breathing in the deep fumes beckoning contentment.
AN: I never thought I'd be inspired enough to write another little tidbit…but here it FINALLY is. Wowzers, I really stink at updating. Sorry folks, but I'm just your average procrastinating uni student. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this, and yes, there's more to come, though don't know when on my part…hehehe…I'm pretty much shackled to classwork right now…so there's no prying me away from all that jazz. Ummm…so, toodles? (^_^) 'til next time! – Whillenwolf – July 29, 2009 11:02 AM