Sesshoumaru was fighting a losing battle. Not with Kagome, but with himself. No, Kagome was all but forgotten as his body fully accepted the beast within. The beast reigned supreme, all his baser, more atavistic urges brought to the forefront. He wanted to conquer and to dominate, to destroy this little female who thought she could subjugate him.
And amidst all of that, there was power.
It rode drove up his legs, curved around his spine, and settled on his shoulder like a well worn mantle. It was instinct and nature and raw. It howled a song of power, a seduction of strength and destruction and rule—for the beast inside the boy knew he would one day rule it all—he would one day be the killing perfection his bearers had named him.
And there was laughing.
The boy inside the beast could hear a little girl laughing, her scent of wildflowers a balm to his troubled little soul—and he yearned for that just as much as the beast did to smother it.
Boy and beast warred, reason against instinct—but the beast was strong and it had not fought its way free of the boy's iron control to leave without wreaking havoc and devastation. At the very least, this mere chit of a female who dared to challenge him would submit. So the beast ignored the boy, and the boy forced himself to think of the girl, to remember that day she'd woven him a crown of wildflowers and the way her pert little laugh had echoed around them.
The beast leered at Kagome, an expression so innately predatory and deadly on a face usually so regal and calm, determined to wreck this one being before the boy locked him away again. The beast had paced the mental bars of his cage for years now, just waiting for the boy to lose control; he would not go back without a fight. And so the boy forced himself through memories of the girl, of their spats and their laughter, of the chagrin they over caused his…no, theirparents.
And when the boy rattled the bars of the cage that once held the beast and roared in fury and warning, the beast raised his ragged claws and prepared to smother the girl with his acid.
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