- 18. The lucky winner -
"It's not what you are thinking. But yes, it is about a girl. An insolent, loudmouthed, walking abomination. And I am being forced to be her babysitter." Sesshōmaru recalled, grudgingly.
Inuyasha wiped the remaining tears off his eyes before clearing his throat. "Well, sounds like ya finally met your match."
"So…" he quipped, smiling. "Who's the unlucky winner?"
Sesshōmaru stared out the window impassively. Lithe fingers combed through platinum-white locks.
"I sincerely doubt we are compatible, or a 'match', as you say. Her name is Kagome."
Inuyasha straightened up, his thick eyebrows shooting up past his unruly bangs as his eyes widened like saucers.
"Higurashi? No way."
