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He had never been partial to humiliation. He was well versed in the subject of humiliation, however, having seen his brother been "sat" various times in the most undignified of ways and the slayer do humiliating things in response to the monk's perverted hand, but the word 'embarrassing' was not in his vocabulary when it was in some relation to himself.
No, he knew what the word meant, and he most certainly knew what it felt like to embarrass and humiliate some other poor, unfortunate soul, but he had never been exposed in such an affronted, brash way. Well, nothing so severe as to scar his reputation. 'Nor had he ever felt such a disrespectful sting.
Until now, that was.
It had happened so quickly, and he hadn't been paying proper attention like he should have – something he'd never admit to anyone because he was having a hard enough time admitting it to himself. She had just been there, coming to ask him a question, to annoy him with her inconsiderate and highly irritating laughter – it could have been any number of things, and he would never know.
Sesshoumaru would never know the grounds to which he had been publicly humiliated, and he felt disgusted with himself.
It had been so innocent. A rock, a pebble, really, in her path, that she had tripped on. Of course, she had reached out to grasp the nearest object to stop her fall, which, unfortunately for him, had been his pants.
He could only stand there, shocked to a standstill as the chilly wind licked at his bare legs and thighs, covered only in the white silk loincloth.
Sesshoumaru mourned the loss of his prestigious reputation, for surely it was gone now.
But to think, he, Sesshoumaru, pantsed!
It... it just didn't happen to people like him. It didn't happen to him. Period.
And yet here he was, subject to the miko's curious stare. Right at his genitalia.
Maybe it was just the heat getting to her – which wasn't likely, seeing as how the season was late autumn – but she could have sworn the slightest hint of rouge dusted the taiyoukai's pale cheeks.
Goodness.
How very undignified.
Kagome snickered.
(After my little dry spell there, it seems the ideas are piling up. I've got the next few already done, now all I have to do is revise them and work a bit of the plot in. Pooh. – Incomprehensible)