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Chapter 10
Yori shifted in her sleep and let out a soft snore. The waxing moon cast an eerie light in the small clearing that she'd chosen for her camp and the smoke from the slowly dying fire traveled toward the stars as Sesshomaru sat quietly watching the world from his place under a tree..
For hours, he watched the rise and fall of Yori's chest and tracked the movements of the moon and stars as they traveled through the night sky.
He never thought he would find a woman sleeping so irritating.
Everything was peaceful, quiet, and comfortable.
Which made Sesshomaru even more irritated.
Sesshomaru never truly enjoyed solitude but he never enjoyed company either. He just existed, feeling nothing as he moved through the world toward his goals. His ambitions were what he lived for. It was his birthright to be Lord of the West and conquer his father's lands and others like them.
Companions were expendable, obstacles to that goal.
Unfortunately, in order to achieve his goals, he was forced to travel with one of the most infuriating beings in all three worlds. Sesshomaru was surprised that he hadn't killed her already.
His fingers often itched when they were close and he couldn't tell whether it was an itch to choke her or to touch her. Choking often covered both so it was the one he opted for more often than not.
And it was a strange want, one of many strange wants he'd begun to experience. He began to notice things, puzzle over Yori's behaviour and sometimes worry about her when she was out of sight.
It was extremely irritating.
Her face would appear in his mind's eye when he rested and he found that he constantly listened for the sound of her breathing as they walked, every hitch in her breath making him pause.
Sesshomaru still wasn't sure why. He'd never been around another being for so long before, aside from maybe his mother and she was her own kind of irritating.
Yori was slowly becoming a fixture in his world, a constant presence that radiated power and comfort. Sesshomaru could easily see why his father kept the young demi-god around.
Even in sleep, a light, soft and gentle like the glow of the moon, enveloped everything around her making the world feel bright and new. Without her true power, she was frail and delicate during the day. At night, Sesshomaru could almost see what she looked like at her best. When she slept, her face lost the lines of fatigue and worry, replaced by a calm smile.
Sesshomaru enjoyed her smile, more than he would admit to himself or to Yori.
The sky began to grey as the sun peeked over the trees.
Sesshomaru stood. "Get up." He said and began walking toward their destination, leaving a sleepy and disheveled Yori behind him.
She waved him off, yawning. "Don't worry about me, I'm just the slowly dying woman who's the only person who can get you your swords. Just go ahead leave me here, I'll catch up eventually."
Sesshomaru gritted his teeth at her tone, but slowed his steps slightly. He did want those swords, after all.