Prompt: Schizophrenia
"Figured we could have a meal before Takara and I leave for Mom's house."
Sesshoumaru stiffened. He'd known it would happen, this wasn't schizophrenic or contradictory. Of course Kagome would leave eventually. He just hadn't anticipated it being so soon.
He picked up Takara, sitting at the table with a heaviness in his stomach.
Kagome served him food. "So I never asked but; what do you do for a living?"
"I buried artefacts around Japan after the Western Lands fell. Every few decades I locate them- selling them on to stay afloat."
"What happens during the day then?"
He lifted a shoulder.