Guys I'm back with Chapter 10. Ten chapters already.
Will the last chapter had some reviews, that made people talk especially from apple (guest) and Lady Firemane. Who both expressed their opinion on the reason they didn't see why Kagome had to apologize. So I'm here to clear it up along with this chapter. She is not sorry for what she said, she is more sorry on the way it came out. Sesshomaru does not hate Kagome, he just doesn't know how to deal with her lol.
Here is Chapter 10.
Chapter 10: Resistance
To say the accompanying silence was awkward would be putting it mildly. Twenty minutes into the limousine ride, Kagome felt like the animal being analyzed by its partnered experimenters. Only difference here was that she was being only stared at by those glistering amber eyes and a pair of shy hazel peeking from the folds of an encased trench coat.
She was mentally kicking herself got accepting the invite to join Sesshomaru in this car, wishing she'd just written a letter of apology instead but now here she was trapped in the confinements of this stylish stretch limo - which had many tempting objects for her affectionate curiosity. Like that little flip button nestled in polished red wood, on a jutted piece of the car door. Just one little tilt, just one was all he wanted.
While her fascination stayed loyal to the button's location, Kurama and Shippo were having a blast on the floor, their childlike amazement rattled from all the open spaced room to venture around on the plush carpet. Kurama inched wormed his body around his twin, and laughed at the tickled giggles. Shippo clapped and jiggled his feet proud to be the centre of attention.
There was a great deal of commotion going about in the car.
Let's also add the fact that Kagome did want to find a way to apologize for her insensitivity, but how exactly she was going about doing it was the real question. Aside from knowing the daiyoukai to be a rude and obnoxious at work, outside the business who knows how the youkai operated. For all Kagome knew, the youkai could be taking them all over a cliff, or into a river. Stupid Kagome; Kagome should've remembered those lessons in school about getting into fancy cars with rich people you barely knew. Oh her parents along with Natsu must be turning in their graves.
Kagome jumped a little when the slanted amber gaze moved from her and settled a softer hue of amber on the tiny tot below. From their 8 feet distance, Kagome wouldn't make out the lip pressed whispers that Sesshomaru was praising to the trembling child. Every time one of the twins unleashed a sudden movement or did a wicked giggle, the little dark hair would tuck herself in Sesshomaru's jacket.
The scene would've been comical to see the evil minded daiyoukai with a little child pumping his chest out, but Kagome couldn't resist a tiny smile at the look. It was kind of cute to see, such a display from the so called cold hearted Sesshomaru. "Sweet child." She commented unexpectedly. Sesshomaru didn't say anything. He just looked at the twins ravishing around on the floor like unkempt brats and sighed.
Kagome caught on right away, "Hey." Like trained puppies the twins came waddling to their mother, kneeling on their knees. "Cut it out. You know how to behave." The scolding earned pitied frowns and pouts. Minato sighed and crawled to his mother's side. Kurama pouted about his fun being ruined and hopped up too, arms folded and legs crossed in his signature hissy fit. Kagome tugged a kit under each arm and looked up for approval.
Sesshomaru gave a short nod of gratitude and went back to consoling the shaking child, though it seemed that is was a lost cause. Nothing seemed to do the trick; she was still frightened from the ramping company of different strangers. "Kuso." Kagome heard Sesshomaru curse.
"What? What is the matter?"
A silver brow quirked, "Nothing." Sesshomaru growled. His little girl was still nervous. There was a way to calm her down but oh how he wished he wouldn't have to resort to this in public but there was no other options.
Kagome settled back a couple of inches when Sesshomaru suddenly scooted from the back set and came to sit opposite her to unlatch a hidden compartment on a small side panel near the car door. A small blue velvet bad came out, wrapped tightly by a silver roped ribbon. Around the outer rim were black embroiled lettering, saying 'Chizuru.'
"Miko."
"Yes?" Kagome blinked. "You do know my name is-"
"Listen," Sesshomaru began slowly and seriousness, uttered even. "You speak a word what I'm about to do and I promise you they will never find your body."
"Yea, yea." Kagome crossed her legs, rolling her eyes. "Like I care what you are up to."
"You've been warned, miko." Was all that was said before Sesshomaru untied the silver laced rope and reached inside the bag for a orange, green eyes and white eared cat puppet. Kagome's interest piqued for obvious reasons. Firstly, let's begin with why this grown daiyoukai was holding a hand puppet - no more towards why he was slipping the ugly thing on his hand like he was about to use it.
Sesshomaru shot her another glare to prevent the question being asked. Kagome returned the glare just as intense but kept her perplexity to himself.
Whatever the case the little girl's attention zeroed in on the plastic green eyes and a little smile played on her bubble face from instant recognition.
"Hey Rin," the cat puppet squeaked, waving its fingerless arms. "Don't be scared. I'm here, see? Chizuru loves you!"
Shippo clapped and cheered; Kurama feigned disinterest. A losing challenge for his childish desires since his bottom lip quivered giving away his interest.
Little Rin giggled, reaching out to poke the little cat with her hand.
"Awwhh thank you Rin. I want kissy, kissy please?" The cat smashed its yarn sown face on Rin's lips, making loud kiss smacking noises. "Mmm give me kisses, give me kisses, kissy, kissy, kiss!"
Oh God those high pitched sounds. If it wasn't plainly known, yes Sesshomaru was the one doing the cat's voice! Sesshomaru sounded so silly. Kagome's cheek were flamed with a deadly suffocating blush. Cheeks exploded, barely able to contain the crackling laugh. Craning her head out the tinted windows, it was all Kagome could do not to shed frustrated tears.
"...Laugh." Sesshomaru growled, still bouncing the kitty sock.
Kagome gave a blushing blink, jerking her head around slowly. "W-What?"
Twisting back in his seat, Sesshomaru handed the entire puppet to Rin to play with, his poised untouched by embarrassment. "I said laugh." He ordered slowly. He couldn't understand why people seemed apprehensive about laughing in front of him.
Kagome paused, and then swallowed. "N-no I'm good." Given the perfect chance she would love nothing more than to point and make fun but not this time. It just wasn't appropriate.
"Suit yourself."
"Right," Kagome clenched her chattering teeth. "So uh, where are we going anyway?"
"Just side back and enjoy the ride." Growled Sesshomaru.
"Sit back and enjoy the ride?" Kagome looked at the twins then back to the car owner. "Umm, look if you plan on riding us off a cliff just make sure to drop the kits off first. I don't want Natsu blaming me for anything."
'Natsu? Are those the kits' father?' Sesshomaru growled to himself. 'Why do I care who this miko lays with?'
Sesshomaru sighed, "Do you want me to call this Natsu? I am guessing that is your mate?"
"No," Kagome sighed. "Natsu doesn't exactly have a call and collect where he is..." Tears slowly came to her eyes. Should she have said anything, especially to someone like Sesshomaru. Well no why would he? It's not like he would understand.
Sesshomaru perked a thin brow, shifting Rin under his arm as he lightly murmured, "Sorry to hear that." Though the rest of the sympathy ended there. The second his eyes dimmed a respectful amber, they instantly burnished back to cold amber. Something that completely went over Kagome's head; the subject needed to be changed to safer grounds. Things were getting a bit personal. "How exactly do you plan on repaying me for your insensitivity?"
Kagome growled, "I would know how if I knew where we were going." She folded her arms, totally miffed.
A much more appreciative stance in Sesshomaru's opinion. The miko's little hissy fit were only entertainment he got at the office. No matter how much he tempted fate by nudging the onna closer, and closer to the edge of explosion, Kagome would keep her cool and return with some witty comment, nearly equal in the insult department as Sesshomaru. Almost of course; no one would ever be equal to the daiyoukai in anything. "You will see when we get there." Was all he said.
Conversation from there just died away with little to no more else mentioned; unless one counted the twins ill-knowledge conversation from soft rugs to mitten cats. Sesshomaru would say one or two words to the little girl enfolded in his jacket and her replies would be nimble nods or eye blinks. Never a spoken word.
This caused Kagome to break the fifteen minute silence with a nosey question. "What is the matter with her? Does she not talk?"
Yes the question was a little overboard and asked sort of rudely even for Kagome, Sesshomaru figured that so he summoned what was left of his calm mood, saying "Nothing is wrong with her. She is just shy. Doctors say she'll talk when she feels like it. No sense in rushing."
"Oh..." Kagome quieted, then. "What's her name?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"Well I'm bored. Gotta do something to keep me entertained, otherwise I will go nuts."
"You mean you haven't...never mind." That would be too easy. She'd left herself wide open for that. Sesshomaru liked a decent challenge. "Rin. Soon to be Rin Taisho."
Now that piqued Kagome's curiosity meter," "Interesting, I thought she was already adopted. Either I still feel bad for the little one if she had you as a father. Imagine her luck?" Kagome laughed off, before again catching herself with her size eight shoes in her mouth.
The look Sesshomaru gave her mirrored between tidal arrays of darkening hues of amber to deep red. His fingers flexed which pronounced his claws, in a repeated ball motion as his gaze stayed heated, firing rounds of bitterness at the person responsible. All Kagome could do was be slightly intimidated but felt little to no fear. Her statement hadn't exactly come out the way she had wanted but that was her. The truth just tended to come the way it wanted and sometimes it chose to come from her mouth a little too blunt.
And if she hadn't known any better, Kagome would've thought she'd hurt Sesshomaru's feeling - nah, there was no way that soulless tyrant had a heart. She probably just bruised his ego or something. Still he didn't have to look at her like murder was on the menu.
The tension was thick, dampening like a heavy fog, seeming to only be visible to the children. Especially young Rin. The look of pure animosity danced in her guardian's eyes; she was often afraid of, having been on the receiving end of such evil as a babe. Memories no child her age should ever encounter, began to surface like a slideshow; all dark, all lonely and frightening.
Sesshomaru hadn't caught the shivering with his body so ridged with anger along with his senses being blocked with rage, but the sliding glance of those bright blues downward averted his gaze and he felt the tremors and smelt the fear against his chest. Damn, he needed to get a hold of himself.
Taking several inward inhales through his nose, Sesshomaru settled with a simple glare, still twice as lethal and just as poisonous, instead of reacting with his body.
One hand possessively cupped Rin's shoulder and pulled her body close, "Your opinion is a common one, though I'm inclined to disagree. A pathetic miko wouldn't understand the bond between people of similar background. So the next time you feel like flapping that trap of yours, think again. A third strike of making an ass out of yourself, won't be tolerated."
Kagome shut her mouth, feeling like a scolded child and pissed that she'd just let it happen again. Perhaps she felt she deserved it after insulting Sesshomaru twice about being the child's parent and the child herself. She really needed to learn to keep her lips zipped. The next time might cost her, her job; if it hadn't already. Hell, she was shocked they weren't thrown the car yet. Sesshomaru could've easily tossed all three Higurashi's on the street but he hadn't. Guess the brunette could count her blessings for a reprieve.
"Sorry." She suddenly uttered out of the blue. "Sometimes my mouth gets a mind of its own and just shoots off without my permission."
Sesshomaru said nothing. His attention was given to the dark head, Rin. Despite Kagome's mockery, it no longer fazed Sesshomaru. He knew what they all said about him; his lack of warmth, his good looks being nothing more than a front for what was inside him. The soul of a devil bent on devouring all who got in his way. He didn't care. Who were they to assume who he was? No one knew his personal side...well except Rin.
Several minutes into his mental Rivera, Sesshomaru heard a chorused band of "Ahhh" coming from three separate sources ahead. His alarm clock that they'd arrived to their destination.
A marvel. A beautiful, scene meant only to exist in fairytales . Rows of round sculpted shrubbery dotted on either side of a black brick path, leading up to a distant home. The grass resembled a valley of sharp contrasting waves of sage and emerald shimmers, waving boldly under the sunshine. Kagome guess the front yard - if you could call it that - to be the size of her old school's court yard. And that was just on one side.
Then there was the fact of that gigantic house. To see the size of the home from such a distance and to still hold a large appearance, spoke volume of how huge it actually was. Kagome had judged by Sesshomaru's cultivated accent that there would be some sort of Japanese designer trend, but it was the complete opposite.
The car wove around a circled horseshoe, in front of a house taking Kagome back to the early 1800s. A spacious Spanish vogue house, crimson roofed tiles and light tanned sides painted on all sides. There weren't the usual claims of statutes planted on every corner of the house; Kagome thought it wouldn't have suited Sesshomaru anyway.
"Stop gawking miko. You act like you've never been set free from the institute."
"Sc-get you," The insult went out the open door; the kits saved Sesshomaru from another ear bleed. Kurama and Shippo were being helped out of the car by the driver and a hand was offered to pull Kagome from the care - not the driver's hand but surprisingly Sesshomaru's. Kagome looked at the hand, unsure if she should take it and risked being dropped on the ground. No she wouldn't give the daiyoukai the satisfaction. Kagome brushed the hand aside and helped herself out, ignoring the thin lipped expression.
"Ohhh Ahhh." Kurama bent back as far as his eyes looked up at the house's height, nearly toppling over. "Look Mama, mama! It's big!" He spread his arms wide to emphasize his impression of the home's width.
"Yep," Sure is." But she sure as hell wasn't gonna give that arrogant youkai the glee of knowing it.
Sesshomaru ushered Shippo from the car's edge offering his free hand for the kit to take, while his other kept a round grip on Rin. Shippo shy as he was, meekly held out his hand and placed it in the large appendage, allowing this stranger to pull him to the household. Mildly and a bit stunned, Kagome couldn't believe how easily Shippo had let Sesshomaru pull him along since his shyness around strangers was a hinder. He'd barely let Yuka take him to the restroom and here he was giving Sesshomaru his hand like it was an everyday practice.
Shrugging it off, the miko gathered Kurama in her arms and hurried to catch up. The inside was just as or rather more impressive than the outside. Now this was definitely not how Kagome imagined the house to reflect Sesshomaru's personality. Everything fit beyond his cold demeanour to a tee. From the suave ebony furnishings, nestled on a silver plush carpet, thin paper designed lamp posts sectioned in every corner, four tea tables set in the low levelled living room, a good measurement from the kitchenette's marble black and stainless steel patterns. Minus the carpet's silver hue, everything was plainly neutral; untouched, free of dust. It was perfect.
Sesshomaru removed is jacket and Rin's placing them on a coat rack and automatically reached down to help Shippo out of his. All of which Kagome watched with widening eyes. Kurama's jacket was next to loop over Sesshomaru's arm and soon he walked over behind Kagome and just stood there waiting.
Kagome blinked, "What?"
"...Your coat onna."
She blinked again, confused. "Why do you want it?"
"Are you serious?" Sesshomaru sighed. Seriously was the onna this dense? "Here, this how it works." Both arms reached around and clasped the buttons on Kagome's jacket. "You undo the buttons," one by one each came undone. "Then you shrug it off." His hands glided upward to Kagome's shoulders, easing the leather off her back, accidentally tickling her chin with the wisps of silky silver hair. "And you give me the coat."
And once more, Kagome had stood there, letting Sesshomaru be the supposed gentlemen and take her jacket. Rushing heat saddled her when the cashmere sweater pressed against her own turtleneck, sharp warmth blemishing her cheeks. "Thanks." She mumbled.
"Its basic etiquette." Was Sesshomaru's explanation.
"Right..." Hope that explained why Kagome felt so uneasy with the unsettling heat wave electrifying her spinal cord. "So umm is this your home? Not bad. Sort of fits you."
Sesshomaru looked around the place, uninterested. "It's an acquired taste."
"Suppose it is." Kagome circled in placed awed at the lovely decorations and spacious living quarters. Bet thirty people could live here and still get lost. "How many rooms?" She asked stepping down from the door way.
"Doesn't concern you. You won't be coming back. Enjoy it while you can."
"Whatever," Kagome scoffed. Screw manners, she should have known he was no gentleman.
"Lookie, lookie, Okaa-san, Fiss!" Shippo called from the living room's area. Kagome could hardly see the bouncing red and black heads over the stretch couch but she could see the odd shaped object postured near the corner of the balcony door.
A six foot size illuminated, sphere shaped aquarium filled to the brim with tropical fish and colourful peach, apricot and azure mini coral reefs decorated. Some big, some small, others beautiful, the rest left much to be desired. A couple even looked edible-
"Onna, come cook lunch."
Kagome whipped around, "Excuse me?"
Sesshomaru straddled a bar stool, knuckles pated against his cheek, eyeing the miko expectantly. "I said cook. That'll be your repayment for that sassy mouth. Cook something for lunch and don't burn it."
"W-who the hell do you think you are?" Gasped Kagome.
Sesshomaru looked at his watch. "You got 30 minutes to fix something, otherwise you're walking home."
"But, I live way across town!" She glanced at the children, playfully playing peek-a-boo with the fish. "How am I suppose to walk all the way back with the twins?"
"I said you'd be walking, not the kids." Sesshomaru twisted the stool, giving the red cashmere pattern of his back. "You got 28 minutes and 40 seconds."
Kagome was boiling as she stomped mad to the bar stand. Both hands slapped against the pepper black table as she lend forward, eyes transforming to midnight blue as her miko power crackled, "Look here, you egoistically youkai, just what the hell gives you the right to drive us way across town just to order me to fix you lunch, like I'm your blasted slave?"
"The clock's ticking," Sesshomaru lean back, reading inside a drawer and pulled out a round white candy. "And your breath is killing me. Suck on that while you cook."
Kagome stood back horror struck. She discretely clamped both hands over her mouth, exhaling to check the truth, oh my she needed about 4 of those after that hot dog at the park. One hand stayed on her mouth and the other quickly swiped the mint. "I'm not cook-"
"26 minutes, 20 seconds. I'd get a move on if I were you."
"But," Kagome glanced around the cookery, "I've never worked in a kitchen like this before." Polished pots, pans, hung high above a ceiling isle. Season shakers lined, labelled and organized neatly by the walls. "I don't know what you like to eat. I mean geez all this stuff is scattered all over. Where do you keep your ingredients, why do you have two refrigerators? I don't think I can function in here. It's too big -"
"That's rough Onna." Sesshomaru said. "I suggest you get to learning. You're wasting time."
"I can't cook while the twins are out -"
Sesshomaru's gazed darkened, "I'll watch the children," he checked his watch for the final time, giving off his final warning. "You've got twenty-five minutes left. I'm not going to settle for a salad or sandwich either."
Kagome scoffed softly at this but obediently, if unenthusiastically, gave in. "Fine then. But I'm deciding on what to eat. You can either eat it or starve."
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"Hm how odd." That was the second time he'd called and got no answer.
At one o' clock that afternoon, Naraku had managed an early leave from work, thanks to Kagome's energized methods for speedy accomplishments. One of his drivers had brought one of the cars for him to use for the day, and he'd thought Kagome might be interested in a ride with him, his son and his daughter. Unfortunately the miko wasn't answering his calls, since he'd gotten off. Normally Kagome would've picked up by a few rings but he got nothing this time.
Naraku tapped his screen off and shrugged it off. Theoretically, it was the weekend, most likely she was out enjoying some time with the children. If that's the case he didn't want to interrupt their time together. He knew more than anyone how important it was to spend pleasurable moments with the family. The rest of his Saturdays would be spent lavishing his gems with as much attention as he could offer. These rare occasions were a welcomed blessing and Naraku had the miko to thank for this gift.
Lost in thought as he was, coming to a red light, Naraku mentally contemplated over calling over calling once more as a final chance but declined it. Two times were enough. A third would appear too desperate. He was never the type to beg for another's company. Not in the least. Should Kagome choose to call at a reasonable time he'd still be welcomed towards offering the invitation.
London bwidge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London bwidge is falling down,
My fair lady.
London bwidge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London bwidge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Kanna's favourite song, made it even more beautiful with her voice singing the tunes. "Ah perfect timing." Naraku smiled, full and charmed, a rarity reserved for his angelic blossoms. Naraku pressed answer just as the light turned greed. "Hello my love."
Some muffling was heard before a smooth "Hi Dad! Daddy!" two chime, child-like voice came over the phone.
His children's excitement always cleaned his day's anxiety away. "How are my precious gems doing?"
"We good!" There was a little question they both tended to ask their father whenever he called. "Daddy come pway with us today?"
"Yes little ones, I'm on my way right now."
He heard his little girl gasped. "Poppy, daddy come!" Kanna scrambled over her words, overly excited to hear from her father so soon. "Daddy we dance too?"
Naraku chuckled, "Of course Love. As soon as I get there we can dance to whatever song you wish."
"Daddy, you play with me too?" Hakudōshi asked hesitantly.
Once again Naraku chuckled. "That is not even a question to ask son."
"Yeah!" They both cheered. "Daddy, Poppy talk now."
"Alright you too, I'll see you soon."
"See you Dad! Wuv you daddy!"
Naraku sighed, low. "Love you both!"
That sent the little ones on cloud nine. They adored hearing their father's praise of love for them. Their playful giggles overlapped with their grandfather's deep laughter. Naraku braced himself for the usual scolding for his father.
"Naraku, my boy," The same old calm beginning. "It is about time you took a break from that job of yours. I thought we would never hear from you." The same old drawl tone. "But I've told you time and time again to get more time off. Hakudōshi and Kanna will not stay young forever." At last, the final ingredient to his father's speech.
That speech never failed to get on Naraku's nerves. "Hello to you father. Should I expect the same lecture with every phone call?"
"Until you settle down and take more time off? Then the answer is yes. Every time, all the time, until I croak."
"...which can't be soon enough?"
"Care to repeat that?"
"Nothing, sir," Naraku grumbled, knowing full well, he was asking for another lecture for what he was about to ask. "Father do you think you'll be able to watch Hakudōshi and Kanna for me until noon tomorrow? I have to cover for Sesshomaru-"
"Naraku."
"Father it's only for a few hours. Please, I haven't the time or day for a lecture. It has been a long day already."
Naraku heard the long winded sigh and knew he had his victory, though not a proud one to register. "Son, you know having both Hakudōshi and Kanna here is always a pleasure...I just wish you would realise that."
"I know father."
"If you did you find yourself a woman and get me some more grandchildren. I haven't seen a demoness around since Touran. You know I don't care if she is human-"
"Good bye father." Click. As always, the same old drama; again and again and again. It never fails. Honestly, as if he, Naraku Onigumo, would be interested in human women...How absurd.
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The floating smells of buttery perfume hummed across the room. Nostrils flared, inhaling the foreign odour like an aphrodisiac, creamy and smooth. The word delicious could hardly describe the licked taste bubbling on his tongue as the fluids poured down his throat, fluid and elegantly distinguished with its own unique taste. Eyes shut tight; a moan rumbled a deep purr of satisfaction from the salted liquid oozing its slow thickness down, down, down.
At this rate she was a sweating mess, brow leaking a slight trickle over her dark brows. Kagome could swear she was worshiping praise with her hands flexed flat over the marble panel; eyes stretched wide waiting for the moment of truth. She couldn't stand it any longer, her patience becoming as slender as the tongue coating the smooth surface, a pleasant gaze wild on her face. Kagome groaned, rocking back and forth on her heels, a napkin shoved between her clenched teeth.
"Please..." she begged, silent and nervous. "Come on."
Sesshomaru half lidded his eyes, pure ecstasy glossed in his eyes as his lips titled a fraction of an inch. "Impatient are we?"
Kagome nodded eagerly, "I can't wait any longer." She leans over the counter, letting her eyes perform the rest of her undying pleas.
Sesshomaru's stare intensified a deep amber; Kagome watch the bob of his Adam's apple, bounce, signalling another swallow. Teasing the onna couldn't be any more fun than it was now. Seeing the fearful anxiety swirl in her azure eyes, like the ocean crashing against the shoreline on a moonlit night. The smothering smoke booming in their depths was a bit striking and quite an entertaining show to watch.
"Come on!" The soft splat of a napkin fluffed against the kitchen counter. Kagome had had it. She'd had it up to here with the waiting. "Will you tell me how it is?"
Sesshomaru shrugged, placing his spoon in his bowl. As he intertwined his fingers and rested his chin on top, the compliment Kagome had been waiting for was compensated with a hawk eye glare and nothing more. After 20 minutes of nothing besides the same permanent scowl, Kagome threw her hands in the air, murmured a quick "screw this," and went to serve smaller bowls of her special butter creamed ramen to the children.
Here she'd slaved away, in less than 25 minutes in this football sized kitchen, cooking something only meant to kept a secret for the twins' upbringing - she shot a narrow dirty look over her shoulder.
Sesshomaru lifted a brow. "Problem?"
"Be quiet," Kagome shot back quick. Both exchanged sour glares before Kagome broke the stare and went back to pouring bowls full. The nerve of that pompous, arrogant, stupid - "Hey-ow!" Kagome jerked back balancing one of the filled bowls with one hand and carefully keeping the other two from cracking on the floor. That would've cost a rent. "What the hell?"
Sesshomaru shoved her away, reaching for the ladle, "You are in the way." His height hovered over Kagome's shoulder as he poured some of the steamy soup in his bowl.
"Ah no you don't," Kagome jutted his hip against Sesshomaru's. "You don't like the ramen so you don't get seconds."
"Move onna."
"No way. No freebies." Kagome pushed herself between the pot and Sesshomaru, smug faced. "If you want some you've gonna have to say that you like it."
"Damn it, be careful."
"Come on, just say that you like-ouch!" Kagome's elbow brushed against the pot's surface, jolting back from the sharp pain. But that was only the beginning of the fire calamity before the bowls in her hand spilled over, boiling hot soup splashed all over her right arm and stomach. Kagome gasped, hissed and groan loud as the soup's temperature melted into her skin, blistering and melting the flesh over painted red.
Sesshomaru turned off the stove, pushed the rest of the pot back, while pulling Kagome to the kitchen sink running cold water over the burn. "Stay still, you're fine." He reached over for some paper towels, lightly patting over the burnt spots and absorbing whatever was left of the soup spillage. "Silly onna, I told you to be careful." He scolded gently.
"Mmm ah whatever just make it stop." Kagome was in too much pain to care about whatever it was Sesshomaru was spewing. She just wanted the sting to go away.
Hearing the clinging commotion summoned the children into the kitchen. Shippo burst into tears when he saw the ugly scorch mark, scarring her mother's arm. "Okaa-san!"
"Stay back," Sesshomaru warned sternly.
The twins looked to Kagome and she nodded, one eye smiling while the other squinted shut against the agony. "Mmm fine guys. Ouch-I-I'll be find soon."
"Mama Mama..." Whimpered Kurama. "Mama Mama hurt..." Kagome being in any sort of distress was damning for the children. Whether in sickness, mental, or physical pain, they despaired in witnessing any form of infliction.
"She'll be fine," Sesshomaru glanced down, offering an assurance via smile, though small it maybe.
Kurama wasn't convinced, but it seemed to settle Shippo down a bit as he wiped his eyes and timidly nodded his head. "You kiss boo boo?" he cried, softly. "Kiss boo boo and make better?"
Sesshomaru stiffened, Kagome flinched, averting her eyes anywhere but those amber eyes. She swore if that youkai kissed her arm, she'd raised all kind of hell. "Look you don't ha-"
Sesshomaru lifted her arm and lightly pressed his lips on the sizzling burn. Soft, firm and smooth as silk the tender flesh was compressed against the pair of lips for the briefest second, before Sesshomaru looked to Kagome and said, "Better?"
Blushing harder than ever, cheeks flaming as hot as her arm, Kagome dumbly nodded her head.
"See, she's fine. Why don't you all go back to the fish tank. I'll have some cookies ready later right?"
Rin nodded, Shippo mumbled ok...however Kurama remained where he was pouting a daring glare at Sesshomaru and folded his arms. Kagome noticed and beckoned the little kit over. Kurama angrily stomped over, hawk gazing the strange youkai even when he stood next to his mama.
Kagome used her hand to ruffle the splash of red hair, "I'm fine Kurama. Mama just had accident. Go on and watch the little guys for us ok? You gotta be the big boy, make sure they are behaving."
Kurama bottom lip poked out but still nodded and turned on his heel, arms folded tight as he stuck his tongue out at Sesshomaru and hurried back to the living room.
"Cute." Sesshomaru growled out. The water faucet kept running for the remaining necessary fifteen minutes until Sesshomaru deemed it well enough to be treated properly. A first aid kit was pulled out and the wound was cleaned with some salve and nursed tenderly like any loving mother would.
Occasionally, Sesshomaru would lead forward and blow over whatever sections he dabbled with the cotton ball to lessen the string, all the while oblivious to the surfacing embarrassment on Kagome's face.
"Hey?"
"What?" Sesshomaru blew over again and added some medicated ointment.
"Umm," this was going to sound stupid. "Why did you help me?"
Sesshomaru kept his eyes on the pink peels of flesh, circling a bandage wrap around it. "Did you want me to leave you there crying like a baby? Use your head miko."
The insult held less of an effect than it once had when Kagome would've jumped on the wagon to throw a couple of his own back. This time just didn't seem to fit the moment. So she used another phrase she thought she'd never give to this daiyoukai. "Thank you Sesshomaru."
Silence appraised his gratitude, but the acceptance was given with a nod and Sesshomaru's continuation on his duty. Neither artlessness, nor stiff shifts happened between them, through the moments, Sesshomaru's finger tips lightly glazed over the sensitive skin, checking for other injuries.
With Kagome's head pointed down, watching those pale digits, contrast like snow against her skin, didn't notice the dark gaze lifting to stare down at the top of her dark tresses in thought.
Sesshomaru just stared for the longest, working on automatic impulse to wrap the arm, his thoughts a muted focus on the miko's profile. Admiration, or plain perplexity, who could say.. A soft sigh escaped from his lips, drawing Kagome's sapphire gaze up less than a foot away from the gemstone amber.
And for the very first time, Kagome granted that warm friendly smile Sesshomaru's way; inviting and clear. There was no resistance this round.
The contagious grin worked in full effect...secretly spreading it sickly sweetness to Sesshomaru.
"By the way..."
"Yes?"
Sesshomaru's small smile vanished. "Tell anyone that this Sesshomaru kissed your arm, you are dead."
"...Understood." She could always use that blackmail for later.
End of Chapter 10.
What is going on between Sesshomaru and Kagome. I just love Kurama lol. Hmm...is there something Naraku is having trouble with?
Will until next time people. I'm going to be thirsty and say: REVIEW!