Reversed Roles
Chapter 6
Revenge
She inwardly cursed: he had seen her. "I'm glad you found it amusing," she replied mockingly while gingerly rubbing her leg. Even though he wasn't laughing at her out loud, from the gleam in his eyes, she had the very distinct impression that he was only suppressing it. . "Well I'd like to see you try," she added haughtily
"Very well," he mused, "but you should really take a closer look at the front cover of that book, while I get ready."
Flipping the book closed she mentally ran over the book cover. Being Samurai, a Beginners Guide to the Art of the Sword…well, nothing suspicious there. The crest logo that appears on the front must be from the publisher. There isn't anything overly odd about the design: it's just a plain leather book, perhaps a bit older, but still in good condition.
"Figured it out yet?" he asked impatiently, reappearing in training garb.
"Yes," she lied. "Now let's see how good you are."
"Kagome, you should really pay me more for teaching you."
Tauntingly she replied, "C'mon, I don't want a lecture. Or are you afraid?"
"Prepare yourself,"he said as he charged at her.
A feral gleam lighted Sesshomaru eyes before he rushed her. Sadistic pig, he's enjoying this. I'll show him. Kagome was taken aback; the speed with which he had sprinted towards her overwhelmed any confidence that she had gained earlier. Lifting her sword, she barely managed to block the offending sword.
"Congratulations" he coolly praised her during his pass.
Fear twanged along her spine, sending bolts of warning to her brain.
Bad idea, bad idea Kagome, why are you doing this?
Shush! She mentally chided herself. That's when she noticed that she could not see Sesshomaru. Crap, where did he go? I know he didn't disappear… She looked wildly around.
Sesshomaru watched her from his vantage point. Fear joined her aura. Good, she should be scared. He continued viewing her from the ceiling, one clawed hand holding him directly above his employer.
Miko, miko can you seewhere I'm hiding carefully? his inner mind chanted.
What is wrong with you? His mature self asked, disgusted with the poor attempt at a rhyme.
Nothing's wrong, but I haven't had this much fun in years.
Glad you're enjoying yourself. .One of us should, or you would be miserable, admit it, he paused. C'mon, you like it, this is fun. You enjoy this chase… excuse me, prey.' he corrected. Kagome wheeled around the room, her hair swaying as it followed her movements, her eyes searching and confused.
Well, she noticed that we have gone missing. Shall we greet her?
Lets.
"Kagome," came the level voice again. "Over here."
She turned, raising her sword to strike out at where she assumed he stood. On the downward pull, her blade met his, causing her to step back with the force of the blow. Kagome cringed under his display of strength. "Someone obviously has practiced before." she stated dismayed.
Critically he eyed her, "You have no idea. Obviously you haven't learned to read yet. Your skills should be better than this…perhaps you're just a picture reader? It was a horrible thing to put pictures in that book, but apparently the entire human population is as simple minded as you and needed illustrated instructions. However, even they have done you little good." With that, he swung his blade mimicking what she had done earlier. Only, Sesshomaru completed it flawlessly, and successfully disarmed Kagome. "I win," he said smirking.
Gazing at her hand, Kagome felt the familiar tingle of anger. "You arrogant" she fumed, "…I'm sorry if I haven't taken the time to read the entire book cover to cover. Also, since the human population is so dimwitted, according to you, perhaps you should remind your alter ego that you. Are. A. Human. As such, you classify yourself under that same category."
His smirk widened, "You really should pay me more, Kagome, since you are using my book and receiving private lessons. I believe I last charged a thousand per lesson."
She stared dumbly, breathing in shallow breaths, before picking up The Being Samurai. Scanning the leather cover, she noticed under the crest was printed the authors name: Sesshomaru Taekai. She groaned inwardly, and silently berated the man in front of her for making her feel foolish.
Anger rolled of her in waves, Good. She realizes that she was acting stupidly.
Kagome looked at him, seething, eyes glittering with untamed malice. Some of her hair was plastered to her forehead, while the rest kinked appealingly around her face.
She is very appetizing when she's angry.
Your fascination with humans has been noted, filed, and disregarded. Tell someone who cares.
But you're the only one who will listen!
Huh, did you say something? Silence met his mental retort. Good.
She walked quickly out of the room, fighting the urge to run. Kagome Higurashi didn't run for any one, and certainly not for some pompous jackass who had just intentionally humiliated her. She seethed. He knew full well that she had just opened the book in hopes of learning a new way of self-defense, not knowing he was the author. He had done it intentionally. He would know her wrath, and she would not let him forget it until she had paid him back in full
Thank you lost marble for beta reading 3