Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Kagome looked at the ruins of the store.
Half-melted clothes were strewn everywhere. The lights were hanging off of the ceiling and only a few worked, casting a dim glow. The room was deserted, except for her, Sesshomaru, and the weeping manager.
To Kagome, it looked like the apocalypse.
"Sesshomaru."
"I will pay for it."
"No!" she yelled, looking at him in enraged, disbelief.
"You do not wish for me to pay for it?" he inquired, eyebrow raised.
"No, you're paying for it, but… why?"
"Did you hear what she asked me?"
"She just wanted a pair of shoes, Sesshomaru!"
…
He isn't very patient, is he?
T.N.T!
