adj. Polyglot: speaking or writing multiple languages.
"I don't know if I can help you, Sesshomaru"
"What do you mean? You are a woman. You can read the woman's script. Why can you not tell me what the scroll says?" His tone was tight and edging on angry.
"Well, Sesshomaru, I do not think that you are willing to go to these lengths to save the human. Have you already checked the other scrolls?" Her voice was soft. Pretty.
"Woman, you try my patience. This is the only scroll I have found that mentions poison from bear demons. The section that seems to hold my answers are in woman's script. Tell me what it says before I rid you of your head." Someone sounds angry. Angry Sessho!
"Well, alright milord. It says here that you will need to find a stronger poison to neutralize the poison of the bears." She sounded sorry. Sesshomaru sighed, deeply, and his shadow fell over Kagome. Whoa, Sessho's gonna kill me! Kagome thought, squirming both in fear and pain as his weight shifted the futon.
"Leave, woman. I will call you again when I have use of you." She murmured something, and was gone.
"I cannot believe the stupidity of this girl." Sesshomaru muttered, dipping his head to her stomach, moving the dressing gently out of the way. A gust of air tickled her skin and caused goosebumps aplenty. A few seconds later, there was a pinch and she winced, turning her head back and forth as he bit just outside of the wound. He continued to lick along the wound, coating it with his saliva.
"Damn you, Kagome"
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