Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, man, I would have Stephen King books lining my walls.
Random: I am reading Stephen King's Green Mile and Cirque Du Freak #2 right now.
Notes: Hey again. Fantastical Queen Ebony Black, I'm sorry about the short chapters. Hopefully this one is longer? Banana Rum, thanks. Please enjoy this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. -
"Sesshoumaru." Kagura said coldly. "I'm hungry." She added rudely. Kagura was leaning on the doorway of Sesshoumaru's room. It was bright lunch time, and she hadn't eaten in days. This wasn't the worse for her, though, but she was still hungry. Sesshoumaru was sitting on the floor sharpening a dagger. He had his back turned to her, and he reached out for a cloth without turning around.
"Freezer." Sesshoumaru told her coldly.
"There is none. Remember?" Kagura told him angrily. She was agitated and hungry, and she didn't like the feeling. Nor did others around her.
Sesshoumaru turned his head around slowly. "Hunt." He told her, and he stood up, placing the dagger inside his kimono. He walked past a confused and irritated Kagura. "Lets go."
Kagura nodded, and walked after him. She pulled out a white fan from her kimono. It was her best weapon, white and embroidered with red designs.
"There are deer in the forest." Sesshoumaru stated. He kept walking and slid down the stairs.
"Deer?" Kagura asked out loud. She had always thought a highly known demon like him would have platters served with demon flesh. Deer was just something a weakling or brave human would kill and eat.
"Demon flesh has a taste most people must get used to. I haven't the patience." Sesshoumaru said. Kagura twisted her face in disgust and rolled her eyes.
Whatever, she thought.
"There's one." Sesshoumaru said, and he raised his arm to stop Kagura from walking forward. Silence.
There's nothing here…, Kagura thought, disregarding the fact that Sesshoumaru was a canine demon with excellent hearing.
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru jumped into a bush with his dagger out of sight. A deer screamed, and seconds later, Sesshoumaru walked out holding a large deer, though dead.
"Let's go." He said coldly, and started walking to the mansion, returning through the brush. Kagura followed him with an irritated look on her face, as if she was thinking "what was that?"
Sesshoumaru slammed the deer carcass on the clean light tan colored tatami mat. Splattered crimson colored blood shown brightly against the tatami, seeping into the seams. Sesshoumaru clearly did not care about the mess; he normally ordered Jaken to clean it up. With a dagger, he cut the meat into pieces, laying them on a white sheet.
Jaken was watching nearby. He shuddered at each slice and the sounds of splatter, knowing that he would have to clean it up. Kagura was also watching in astonishment and awe. Sesshoumaru was clearly someone who did not care or cringe at slaughter. Kagura's face reddened. She didn't know someone like him could be so cold and heartless.
After most of the meat was removed from the deer's bones, Sesshoumaru laid the bones aside, and carried most of the meat to the western hall. Blood splattered on his white kimono. He opened a door, threw the meat inside, and returned with no expression on his face. However, his eyes were stained red in a devilish way, and Jaken stepped backwards.
"Jaken. Undust the kotatsu table. Afterwards, drag this bone five miles from this temple." Sesshoumaru ordered. Jaken cringed. He didn't want to; he knew that Sesshoumaru could smell the scent of things at their location, however, Jaken would attract predators with the carcass and blood scented bones. Afterwards, Sesshoumaru picked up the remaining pieces of flesh and slid open a door, which led into a room with mats to sit on and a kotatsu.
Kagura followed. She hadn't entered this room before, and it looked old and undusted, like no one had ever used it in years. In fact, there were hand prints from when Sesshoumaru slid open the door, and Kagura took much notice to this.
"When was the last time you used this room?" She asked, looking around the ceiling and flooring.
"It hasn't been used since my father died." Sesshoumaru replied coldly. He waited patiently for Jaken to wipe the top of the table clean, then set the meat upon a roaster, turning it on to flame. "My father loved the ways of humans." Sesshoumaru added.
'Then why would he use it now?' Kagura thought, but she really knew. For her. She still pondered about the conversation they had a few nights before in a walk. She advanced towards the table, and sat at a mat, sliding her legs under the kotatsu blanket. It wasn't turned on, but it was still warmer than the outside temperature. Kagura looked towards the flame, and how it flickered. She loved fire, almost as much as wind and sky.
"Why cook it?" Kagura asked. She usually ate her meat fresh, if she had a chance to eat. Sesshoumaru looked at her and turned off the roaster.
"I rarely eat." Sesshoumaru said. In truth, he had no idea how to eat in front of someone else. Especially Kagura. He usually ripped flesh from the bone when he caught the meat, and when he was a child he remembered that his late father cooked meat for him so that it was bloody enough and yet so tender. He had liked it a little bit, but he didn't know how Kagura ate her flesh.
Kagura was thinking the same thing. She was not sure of how to eat in front of her host, yet she was so hungry she didn't quite care. However, she felt obligated, which was a new feeling for her, and she wished to be approved by him. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sesshoumaru slammed a large meat piece in front of her. It was still bloody, yet brown at some parts, due to the roast. Someone could call it rare. Kagura raised her eyes at Sesshoumaru, who had an even larger piece of flesh in front of him.
Sesshoumaru looked around the room with his eyes. He eyed an old compartment, and stood up, walking over to it. He slid it open, and took out on of its contents. It was an old styled sake bottle, with sake still swishing inside. Kagura watched every move he made.
"Sake?" Sesshoumaru asked Kagura.
"No fucking way. I won't have you take advantage of me!" Kagura replied, turning her head back around. She knew Sesshoumaru wouldn't do such a thing, but she liked to mock him. She felt Sesshoumaru eyeing her. "I want some." Kagura added softly.
A few hours later, neither of them had touched their food. Kagura had taken a few bites, but it wasn't enough to call it touched. Instead, she was drinking sake heavily, and even though she was silent at the moment, hours earlier she was loud. She had her head on the kotatsu table. And the both of them were on a strange topic, although Kagura was doing most of the speaking.
"…I don't believe…I've ever fallen in love before…" Kagura replied silently, obviously tired. "I doubt I ever will…but…there is this guy…Sessh…" Kagura added, and lastly, she fell asleep. Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrow at her last word. He stood up, and walked over to her, picking her up. He headed up the stairs in silence. In her room, he bent over to set her down on her futon, his arms around her neck. Bad mistake.
"How dare you!" Kagura woke up and shouted abruptly, and she grabbed an old fashioned lamp and hit Sesshoumaru across the head, hitting him over and over until it broke. He rolled over on the futon, and Kagura, who was still blind drunk, also was knocked out in sleep.