After nearly losing control last night, Sesshoumaru was hard pressed to spend time around anyone the next morning. He knew it was irrational to be so upset over a set of armor that hadn't done much more than act as decoration, but the child in him was still furious. It had been pristine yesterday morning, and now the helmet was gone and the rest of it chipped and scratched. And Kagome had yet to apologize.
Granted, he hadn't given her half a chance yet, especially since he'd skipped out on their morning magic lessons and breakfast, and their mother's required hour of family meditation. He'd even hidden from his father that afternoon when he'd come looking, hiding his scent among the palace laundry room and all their chemical scents.
He told himself the armor wasn't that important. It had just been a gift, after all.
But it had mattered and in his young heart, he was conflicted. Shame and anger were a mist of confusion inside of him.
He wasn't entirely sure what had driven him to turn up to his hour of sparring with her after avoiding her for the whole day—especially when it seemed mother and father were both attending a war meeting instead of observing as they usually did. His jaw clenched as she looked at him all sorrowful guilt, and if she tried to speak to apologize again, he spoke over her. "Let's begin. I have lessons to catch up on that are more important than correcting your missteps every day."
When she flinched, he took perverse pleasure in the flicker of hurt that danced across her young face even as a tickle of shame itched its way up across his spine.
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