A/N: Kagome is definitely asking for it! Please R&R!
Standar Disclaimer Applies - Inuyasha is so not mine
I spent the months prior to Naraku's demise studying the Miko. She wished to bathe with regularity. She brought delicacies back from her world to share with the group. I particularly enjoyed the tea she brought along for me. She had items to protect the groups fragile human skin. She was the alpha female of the group. And she protected them fiercly.
She brought scrolls back with her to study as well. Though these scrolls were glossy pages and bound together. It was most unusual to me. On one lazy afternoon, I found myself unable to resist. While the Miko was bathing, I stole one of her books. The smell was...unearthly and the feel of the pages on my fingertips made my skin crawl. I tried to make sense of what was written, but it seemed to be in another language.
"EXCUSE ME!" The Miko shrieked.
I flinched inwardly, gazing over the top of the book. The Miko clearly did not understand how sensitive inu-youkai hearing is.
"What are you doing with my English book!"
"Explain this at once, Miko."
"Explain what?" She asked, arms crossed, looking confused.
Sun-kissed strawberries floated past my nose, the wind blowing her damp hair. I felt a growl bubble up in the back of my throat. The scent called to me. I composed myself and stared hard at the Miko.
"This...book...of yours." I said.
"It's my English book." She said, rolling her eyes.
"What is...English." I said, gritting my teeth. Two things I do despise most – asking questions and explaining myself. And this Miko has me doing both in the span of 30 seconds.
"Oh. Right. It's a language from another continent in my time."
"And you have to learn this in your schooling?" Damn my curiosity.
"Yes, it's required. But please, Lord Sesshomaru. Next time you're feeling curious, just ask me, and I would gladly explain. I don't like people going through my things." She said, her voice a warning.
"Are you..reprimanding this Sesshomaru?" I asked, intrigued.
The Miko had turned to walk away and stopped dead in her tracks. She turned slightly, the sun defining her profile.
"I believe I just did." She said and walked away.
I sat there, stunned. She was the only female that had ever spoken to me in that way. But because she was the alpha female, I didn't quite feel the need to tear her throat out. Oh yes, she would need to be put in her place. And I was not afraid to be the one to do it.