Excuse

"Sesshoumaru-sama?" he called, brow crinkling as he watched the younger male.

Said Lord ignored the old tree demon and stood, his eyes bleeding red. While only moments before the emotions of his miko had been subtle and near to impossible to clearly discern, now they were loud and clear. "You will excuse me, Bokusenou-san," he said. "Your request will have to wait for another time."

The old man watched him leave, a little bemused even as he stood and followed after sedately. Once out of the office, he stopped at the desk of Sesshoumaru-sama's assistant. "Please schedule me for another appointment with Sesshoumuar-sama," he murmured. "Our current meeting was cut abruptly short."

His mind a whirl, Sesshoumaru dial the miko's phone number, hoping she would have at least remembered to take the damnable cell with her. It went to voice mail and he nearly crushed his own phone in frustration. He could feel her fear through the bond their child provided, though it was beginning to feel muffled, and slowly leaving him numb.

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