Sugar
He was empty, and most certainly not expecting this. Sesshomaru, cold, stoic ex-Lord of the West, had never felt so lonely than when the cage door to his clients cell closed her off from him. And even though he knew that, if he just reached through the spaces between the bars, he could still hold her face in his hands, she felt so distant. As he watched, her face closed off of emotion before his very eyes. She was no longer the Kagome he knew. It was all he could do not to rip through the metal of her cage and carry her away to safety.
Good gosh, what had the girl done to him?
