Sorry for the long delay. I have been having mental health issues that cause me a lot of creative issues. Updates will probably be infrequent and short. I know the chapter have already been pretty short, I've been trying to keep them about 1,000 words each, but now I'll be aiming more for 500. Hopefully that'll keep updates more frequent.
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It had been 3 days since Kagome had left for time. He had no idea how long she would be gone, but her days with them were growing shorter while her days away grew longer.
She promised to be back within the week this time, so they agreed to wait for her before searching for the jewel shards some more. Or, rather, he agreed. The foul mouthed half breed he called a brother had thrown a tantrum large enough to scare most of the birds from his forest and still sat around sulking like a mere child.
Sesshomaru himself was not pleased. He found the time sitting around doing nothing to be taxing and, though he'd never admit it, rather boring. He spent his days with the pups, watching over them as they played, allowing them to place flower crowns upon his head, brush and style his long silver locks, and even sit in his lap as the drew and told stories.
The slayer and monk were often his companions in this past time, chasing after the children and tickling them, when they weren't laughing at the children's treatment of the notoriously dangerous demon lord. They had even managed to get a small smile out of him a few times with their antics.
Like the one time he had caught the slayer egging the children on, trying to get them to tackle him and find his ticklish spots. He had none, of course, and had turned around to find her and both children frozen in crouched positions as they tried to stealthily sneak up on him. Their guilty, horror stricken faces as he caught them red handed caused a small up turn of his mouth as he nodded his assent at the children, allowing them to tackle him. They threw their small bodies at his large one laughing and trying to push him over, but he remained unmoved. The slayer behind him unfroze and laughed heartily at them, earning another small upturn of his lips as he thought of a certain miko that had most certainly put that idea in their heads.
His attention was brought to the present as he felt the presence of the monk plop down next to him, watching the children play tag.
"Monk" he said in greeting, turning to face the man sitting beside him, suddenly feeling a slight sensation deep in his stomach that he could only identify as nervousness. He had little time to reflect of the new feeling, wondering when had started feeling nervous before the man was facing him with an eyebrow raised and a curious expression on his face.
"Is there something I can help you with, Lord Sesshomaru?" He asked as he carefully rested his staff in his lap.
Sesshomaru regarded the man, not answering for a long moment, before looking forward at the children again.
"What is a crush?" He asked. He had mulled over the strange meaning of the otherwise normal word and came up with no ideas. He knew what it meant to crush something, so what did Kagome mean when she said the word? It certainly didn't seem to fit the context of the word.
"One of Kagome's words, I assume?" The monk replied, hesitantly. Sesshomaru didn't answer verbally, but nodded his assent.
"I believe it mean the same as "liking" someone, in a romantic way, but someone who is unattainable. It's expected to go away quickly, because of that, I assume.
I am no expert when it comes to Kagome' strange language though, I try to pick up and learn the meanings of as many of her words as possible, but that one you'll have to double check with her."
He had almost started tuning out the man when he heard the word unattainable. She had said she liked him already, he had heard that, though what way she meant it he wasn't sure.
His feelings were warring between happiness that she was interested in him and a strange sadness that she though him unattainable. Even though his entire life he had devoted himself to seeming that very way. Cold, detached, uncaring, and wholly unattainable. He could not fault her for not wanting to put her emotions out in the open to possibly be denied. Perhaps he would have to remedy the situation.