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Ebb and Flow
Consequences
Sesshomaru started walking again after everything was calm. Miroku ended up being the one to jar him from his thoughts when the monk carefully approached and offered to take Kagome from him. He quickly recoiled, though, when the large inuyoukai snarled and flashed red eyes at him.
Miroku and Sango sat together on Kirara, trading conversation in significant gestures and glances. Miroku glanced at the pair in front of him, letting his gaze linger before looking back at his partner.
What is going on?
Sango shrugged her shoulders. She removed the wrist-bracelet braid of Kirara's hair she always wore and threaded it through his prayer beads then nodded at the mismatched pair in front of them.
I don't know. Did you see their auras mix?
Miroku nodded once, a deep frown marring his features.
Yes. I'm concerned.
Sango arched a brow and set her hands like a scale. One hand she held forward, not quite pint to Sesshomaru. The other was pulled back, elbow-pointing at InuYasha. The hand pointed towards Sesshomaru rose significantly while the one representing InuYasha dropped.
Would Sesshomaru be better?
Miroku sighed and shook his head.
I'm not sure.
He put his clean hand across his heart.
I fear for her.
Sango bobbed her head in agreement. With one very sensitive set of ears listening, it was impossible to say all that she couldn't convey in their gestures.
The afternoon wore on in silence. Sesshomaru had kept walking for another hour or two before coming to a rest in a small clearing shaded by the overhanging canopy. He hadn't entirely decided what to do with the priestess yet. All he knew was that he wasn't going to let the perverted monk anywhere near his—how he hated the words—new mate.
He scowled, only the slightest dip of his lips and crease of his eyes, when he settled down with her in his lap. Somehow, this little female was causing him no end of trouble.
His brother's youkai inside of him was absolutely miserable. It howled and whined and begged for the priestess. Although the demand from before was no longer present. Now it only wanted to be the one holding her within his own arms. Sesshomaru's bestial half, though, was smug. It nearly crooned in contentment, satisfied that it had claimed the priestess before anyone else had. For reasons Sesshomaru couldn't fathom, his beast saw the priestess as a catch.
Sesshomaru unabashedly studied the young woman in his arms. She was human, there was no denying that. But, as far as humans went, she was definitely among the least-worst. She bathed regularly—something most humans seemed to have a deathly fear of. She spoke well, even if it was disrespectful on occasion. Her clothing, though, needed some serious work. The short skirt and flimsy top was entirely too revealing. If he was going to keep her, she was going to have to change her clothes.
