Prompt: Emotional Terrorism
Out of practice with torture, Sesshoumaru winced at the amount of clean-up his kill entailed. He'd been too eager to shed blood.
Picking up his phone, he called Kagome.
Arriving at his place 15 minutes later, she stared at the mass of broken limbs lying in the corner.
"…We really need to stop meeting like this," she swallowed, carefully touching Sesshoumaru's scratched cheek. "You're hurt."
"Nothing life-threatening," he licked at his bloodied mouth.
Kagome looked at the body again, quivering.
"Are you alright?"
"He looks like my emotional terrorist ex, is all," she joked weakly, disheartened. "So there's more of them..."