Purely
"Two human children with you, Sesshomaru? Do you intend to eat them?" The lady's tone was lofty and held just the lightest tang of jest…or so Kohaku hoped. But he dared not fidget. Sesshomaru had already glanced at him once and the young slayer doubted another would be forthcoming without harsh rebuke. Feet planted firmly together, Kohaku stood stock-still.
"Huh. Ridiculous," the daiyokai snorted in reply to the absurd question. This was one of the reasons he never came home very often since the Dog General passed; simply couldn't have a straight conversation with anyone anymore. And it was a headache enough to deal with Totosai…
While Rin and Jaken traded half-mumbled commentary behind him, Kohaku observed in private fascination the superficial correspondence between mother and offspring. The Lady of the West seemed to take a general interest in her son's martial development without caring too much. She obviously wanted to know what Sesshomaru was up to, but she took no pains to pry. It was a manner of communication alien to Kohaku. Intriguing in thought, but repel to for a human to practice. No emotion, even to mask an ulterior, no motive, no care; it was pure…apathy. Come or go, strike or defend, it was the same to both. No matter how contrary the subject and action, there would be no opposition and perhaps an exchange of information at most.
Kohaku watched dainty, clawed hands cup the dark pendant – the Meido Seki, she called it – around the Western Lady's neck. And she smiled coyly. Kohaku bit his lip as he noticed another contradiction surface. He could bet that behind that pretty, painted mouth she had a full set of teeth.
Rolling the Meido Seki between her palms, the lady smirked. "Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?"
Kohaku won his own bet.
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A/N: Prompted by livejournal's iy_no_kakera theme #30: Fascinating People.
