Kagome wasn't naïve.
She could read between the lines. Not only that, but she could see the heat held within the depths of amber.
He didn't want to harm her, he said. But he definitely wanted to do something to her. Or with her.
Something…that sent heated chills down Kagome's back.
In reaction, she'd ducked beneath his arm, moving further into the room and away from him. He turned to face her slowly, his lengthy, silver hair swaying around his calves like silk.
She couldn't help but to look at him more closely after his declaration.
Sure, he was more than easy on the eyes. In fact, he was downright gorgeous – more so than anyone had a right to be.
He also carried himself with a confidence that bordered arrogance.
His white and red silk, his black leather boots, his pristine appearance – everything about him suggested aristocracy. Or at the very least, wealth.
The stripes on his cheeks and eyes, and the crescent on his forehead made her think of a cosplayer, but she supposed they suited him.
"Who are you?" She finally asked, grabbing the satin robe from her bed and slipping it on over her towel, tying it tight at her waist.
She thought back on her grandfathers lessons of youkai, and to the stores of information the shrine kept. She'd always thought they were fables; stories meant as lessons to scare children into behaving.
Clearly, she was wrong.
He dipped his chin in the barest of bows, which in all honesty, surprised her.
"I am Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western lands."
What western lands? Kagome wondered.
He'd claimed to own everything west of the bay. Did he mean Tokyo Bay? And how far west?
She shook her head. None of that mattered, not really.
She leaned against her desk, crossing her arms and he leaned against her door, mirroring her stance.
"Was that your shiro?"
"Hn. One of them."
"How old are you?"
"So full of questions," he sighed before his eyes lit with inspiration and he smirked. "I find I grow weary of them. However…I may be enticed to answer whatever question you have."
She didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. Her brows furrowed and she regarded him narrowly. "Enticed?" She asked with heavy suspicion.
His smirk grew and he was in front of her again before she could blink.
How?!
"How did you —!"
He leaned over her, his palms pressing into the desk, trapping her between his arms. "I'll answer your question, if you do something for me in return." He reminded her.
If he were alive, she'd be able to avoid him. Given that he could literally follow her anywhere, she didn't have that luxury with him. It was in her best interest to find out what it was he wanted from her so she could give it to him, and he could go away.
But…could she give him what she thought he wanted? Could she live with herself afterward? Was it worth it to make him go away?
"What do you want?" She whispered, her eyes glued to his lips where they hovered so closely to hers, wary of any movement closer. Surely he wasn't going to kiss her, right?
"Everything," he revealed, and her heart shuddered.