Chapter 11: Its in the Job Description
Sesshomaru wasn't even able to step into the door before Akumu came running down the entry hall barking about something or other.
Shutting the front door as the pup started to jump around at his feet, Sesshomaru quickly silenced her with a growl. He leaned down and picked up the little pup before calmly growling to her to explain again.
He took off his shoes as he listened to the pup explain her day of leaving with Kagome, or her 'mama', to go to a place that held animals and interesting smelling foods, which he presumed was the pet store, and then getting her new toys and a bed with food of her own, then Akumu slowed down to explain that when they were getting the food a male had walked up to Kagome and had gotten very close to her.
Sesshomaru was walking toward the kitchen as Akumu started to talk about the event, and how the male seemed a little 'too' friendly. He began to frown slightly as he walked into the kitchen to see his mate cooking dinner, but it wasn't because of the male talking to his mate.
No, he trusted Kagome very much and knew she wasn't the type of person to just flirt with strangers.
It was because Akumu had started to whine as she told him how Kagome reacted after the male left. The pup believed that she was doing right by chasing off the male, which she was in Inu terms, but Kagome had made it seem like she wanted the male to stay when she got upset with Akumu. Hm. It seemed that he would have to explain some things to both his females before dinner.
"Kagome." Hearing her mates voice, said woman turned around with narrowed eyes, and Sesshomaru began to wonder if the tables were about to turn on him.
"We need to talk." They said in unison making Akumu, who was still being held by her Alpha, give the pair a weird look.
What was with all the talking today?
A/N: Fun little fact about the story cover. The pup in the picture was one of my dog Casey's puppies before she past on a year ago this month. She was part of the second to last litter my dog had, and her name was Primrose (Rosie for short). I didn't get to keep her, but I worked hard to make sure she was the last pup sold out of her seven other siblings. In my dogs nine years of life she had four litters and twenty-eight kids totally. I miss my dog, and loved her very much, so I guess you could say this story is kind of a way of helping me cope? Even though its been a year, its still hard because she died four days before my birthday and she was kinda like a birthday present to me when I took her in off the street at 11. I wasn't aloud pets due to medical reasons, so the fact my dad let me keep her was always a blessing to me. We still keep her dog house in the back yard on her grave.
Anywayyyysss, thanks to everyone following, favoriting, reviewing, and just reading this story. I always whined up talking a lot in A/N so I try not to do them in this story. As you all can probably tell... :P