Sesshoumaru wasn't sure which was more surprised as both women stared at each other for a moment without speaking, tension quickly mounting.
The blue-eyed one recovered first. "You told me you gave it back," she accused.
The other pursed her lips, glaring at her companion before flipping her pin-straight hair over her shoulder. "Guess I had an extra one."
"You had an extra one made, you mean," the woman spat. "The apartment keys specifically say, 'do not copy', Kikyou!"
Sesshoumaru frowned, looking between the two—had they both lived here and had a falling out? Why would Totosai have—
"I don't see what the big deal is. You're never here, anyway."
He felt the woman's ire rise, blue eyes blazing. "The deal is that this is my apartment! You have your own! Down the hallway!"
"It's not as big as yours," Kikyou said. "And the layout is better."
"Me allowing you to use it for your—our—birthday party was not an invitation to keep using it. Do you know how often I've come home to beer cans and a mountain of dishes?"
Kikyou sighed, uncaring and unrepentant. "Yeah, you've told me."
"So then why—"
The man finally interjected, flashing her an arrogant grin. "Come on, babe. It's not that bad. It's not like we trash the place."
"Tell that to all of my broken stuff," she snapped.