Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim and do forever disclaim any possibility of owning Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha.
They were walking back from filling their water bottles at the river when Sango said, "I know you didn't actually try to purify him. Your aura wasn't nearly as large as it is when you truly allow it to be unleashed."
Kagome paused in her footsteps, then resumed. "It true, but there was...something about his eyes when he looked at me. I can't pinpoint it, but his eyes weren't broadcasting his usual death glare at me. There was something about him that was different."
"Besides his arm?"
"Yeah, besides the addition of his arm. We've seen him since he got it back, yet I can't seem to reconcile him with it. I'm used to Sesshomaru of the one armed malice, not Sesshomaru of the two arms and weird gazes."
"So you want the old Sesshomaru back?"
Kagome continued as like hadn't heard. "And I could swear he was looking down at me while he was holding me in mid-air. As in, looking down at my body." Checking her out? Kagome burst out laughing at the thought and refused to tell Sango for fear she'd never hear the end of how delusional she was.
Sesshomaru? Checking her out?
Ridiculous.
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