It started with a set of porcelain decorative armor father had given him as a gift on his last Nameday, armor that though purely ornamental, Sesshoumaru took great pains to care for. He only ever wore it for ceremonial things or grand events, he cherished it so.
Rightly he was furious when he returned to his rooms, after an excruciatingly long day of tutoring on statecraft and treaties, and found Kagome prancing about in it like it was a toy. She was half his size, so the armor (though no doubt light even for her smaller stature) dragged and clanged against the floor and rubbed together to create horrendous screeches and cover the armor in chips and scratches. "What are you doing?" he demanded, striding forward and snatching the helmet off her dark tresses to examine it for damage. "What have I told you about coming into my room when I'm not here!"
Kagome, for her part, had only come to his room seeking comfort from her own particularly brutal day of hidden weapons play. So to be yelled at and startled out of her daydreams was disorienting and riled her own temper. "I just wanted to play with you," she started, and flinched when he yanked the helmet away. Temper riled, she tried to snatch the helmet back.
And so a squabble ensued with nasty names, shoving and pulling—until the porcelain helmet lay shattered on the floor between them and both children went pale.
Sesshoumaru, embarrassed and shame-faced to be so near tears over something as simple as a helmet, struggled to control his rage. "Get out." The words were quiet, a whisper spat from his mouth so he wouldn't yell or snarl or snap.
She had never seen him so angry before, even when the baby dragon prince from the royal dragon family had called him a mama's boy and shoved him. "Sho'mru,"she said, trying to appeal to him. "I'm sorry, I—"
"Get out of my room!" he snarled.
It was only then Kagome noticed what he had been struggling so hard to contain—the way his yōki shifted about his hair, the way his eyes were starting to bleed red, his claws to lengthen and curl into fists. She fled.
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