Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim and do forever disclaim any possibility of owning Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha.

A.N. A different perspective on some lil somethings.


'Thank you for the tea. You were right about it helping. If I may ask, what type was it?'

Sesshomaru blinked. That was...unexpected, but then, he never knew what to expect with her. She represented a walking enigma, the only mystery in her life.

However, her query allowed him to keep up contact with her. Kagome had left an open question in her letter, an outright invitation to talk with her.

Foolish onna. His fingers clenched briefly, then loosened back to their relaxed state. She always extended friendship to all, even those that represented a danger to her.

Yet, it had given him, the one who had attempted to kill her upon their first meeting, a chance to connect, something he craved. He, the Killing Perfection, needed the warmth of the small ningen.

He was treading the path of Supreme Conquest, and nothing could stand in his way.

Nothing.


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