Not Spam
"I am not spam!" came the miko's angry retort as she stared down at her laptop.
Sesshoumaru tried to turn his gaze away before she caught him but was not fast enough for her female senses it seemed when Kagome deadpanned him. "Do you think I'm spam?"
"No," he wisely answered, not truly wishing to experience any more of her vengeance. The baa-ing had been enough, damn it…
The miko turned from him to scowl at her laptop once more. "Every time I send myself an email," she said, "My email account tells me it's spam."
"Have you checked your settings?" he helpfully suggested, though he had no idea why in the world someone would want to email themselves…
"Of course I have!" the miko answered. She paused, staring hard at her laptop for a moment, and then released a sigh that was so full of varying emotions even he, with his senses, had trouble sorting them out. "I think I'm using this as an excuse," the miko finally admitted after a long, turgid moment.
"An excuse?" Sesshoumaru echoed, though he didn't need to and had no idea why he did. Perhaps all the time spent with the miko was finally affecting him...
Kagome seemed to ignore his words—which was fine with him as they were redundantly said—and continued on with her thought process. "I've always had trouble letting go and this is my last chapter."
"Of a tale already completed," Sesshoumaru supplied, wishing to push her beyond this despondency she had put upon herself.
The miko's eyes darkened with sadness and then lightened with understanding. A sly smile spread across her face—one he was most welcome to see and yet not. "So you wouldn't mind my writing about our present relationship?" she asked.
There had been a malicious twinkle in her eye when she'd spoken those damning words and Sesshoumaru could not help but notice it with a secret shudder. And those fools thought Naraku had been evil… Instantly the fanfic stories and plots clouded his mind and, internally, Sesshoumaru rebelled. Externally however, he merely shrugged. "It matters not to this Sesshoumaru," he supplied in a lordly manner.
Despite his words, Sesshoumaru secretly craved the privacy himself and the miko had previously shared and he dreaded what would come from a continuation of their story. Fanfiction authors were so ruthless… They even gave him a run for the money, as the Western saying went.
But what would be would be…and he would always be there to sort truth from fiction. He would also always be there to keep the power-hungry miko from thinking she was here for some other reason than to pleasure him…
And that thought gave him a grin worthy of an evil tyrant.
Finish.