The human was a distraction.
A useless distraction, Sesshomaru mused to himself. He shouldn't have even bothered taking the woman who apparently belonged to Inuyasha. Conversing with her would have been torture enough for his half brother.
Sesshomaru's upper lip twisted into a snarl.
The woman was going to drive him mad. Never had a creature of any sort showed such gumption toward him, such carelessness with their words. Lord Sesshomaru should have been cross, should have even taught the wench a lesson in defiance of any sort. And yet, the actual experience of her mouthing off to him had been pleasing. Refreshing. He found he enjoyed her annoying banter, was even hoping to endure more of it.
That would not do.
He had even found himself touching her bare skin quite often, and it was unnerving. Never had his hands desired to touch a woman, let alone a mortal, and the last few days he'd caressed her with his hands and eyes. A human.
That's why he'd left as soon as he'd realized he'd been caressing the unsteady pulse in her neck. Almost like a lover.
He'd gone to fetch her a kimono. It would have been expensive for someone who wasn't Lord Sesshomaru and normally he wouldn't have bothered with a magenta silken kimono the color of his markings, yet he found himself wanting to drench her in the colors of his bloodline. It made no sense, yet his inner beast grew insatiable at the mere thought of her.
The woman was distracting even his inner demon. He'd never experienced such a thing, nor would the great Lord Sesshomaru have thought these... feelings would have occurred towards one slip of a human woman.
Lord Sesshomaru wouldn't be like his father. Like his pathetic half-brother. Lord Sesshomaru had no need for a woman, let alone a human who smelled of jasmine and the sweetest of flowers. It was pathetic really. Lord Sesshomaru looked down at the kimono, his clawed hand clenching tightly.
Whatever she wore, it would be better than the shiny things that barely covered her most intimate areas. His eyes would be allowed the reprieve of her skinned body, and the slave would feel better.
Maybe the wench would even thank him.
She wouldn't even be cold at night with the thick clothing he provided for her.
Not that Lord Sesshomaru cared about the welfare of a human woman.
Truly.
Making his way back toward the location he'd left his servants in, he smelled it. The sweet fresh scent of blood. Her blood. His ears twitched as he heard her call his name.
"Lord Sesshomaru, help me!"