Familiar
She flushed, and looked away, abashed. It was a mannerism, something she was used to doing, an action utterly familiar to her, yet she knew she'd never imitated a dog before. It was something she'd picked up from someone else... someone who naturally reacted that way.
Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, her heart leaping in her chest. Who would that be?
Kagome had a sinking suspicion it wasn't someone she'd seen recently.
She swallowed a lump in her throat, and tried to think coherently as her sight began to swim. Her hair was whipping at her face, a frozen, icy winds nipping her cheeks, and she was standing in a blizzard. Kagome blinked forcefully, and her eyes refocused so she was looking at a tile floor once again.
But the most important thing—what she knew deep in the pit of her stomach—she couldn't look up. She needed to stay sane. She didn't want to see the figure at the edge of her vision, standing amidst the wind tornado that seemed to emanate from him, with his face shifting and reforming. But most of all, she wished she couldn't see Sesshomaru transforming into his true form—an Inu.
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