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Chapter Two

Her Taste

He could still taste her.

After a month, no matter how much he tried, the witch's salty tear still burned his tongue. There was nothing like it, even blood, sex, also defeat.....

He sighed, defeat was even bitterer than salt. Especially when it was by Inu-Yasha. He'd tried to get close to see the witch again, just to see... or so he thought. Well, he didn't know what exactly; he just knew he had to see her again. She had not known he had watched her take a bath, remembering the snowy night he'd held her inside his kimono. He'd given his warmth and she had given him an obsession. That night she had awaken a curiosity within him that had caused him to seek out village and watch humans in different shapes and sizes. It had even caused him to kill, although that was nothing new.

He had not found another woman like his brothers' women. She acted differently from any of the others he had encountered, especially the way she showed fear. And then there was the way she dressed and that "I'm a person too" attitude of hers that no other human, male or female seemed to have. She was in a class of her own.

Just the other day he had come across a women farming in the outskirts of one of her fields. She'd screamed when she saw him and tried to run to the 'safety' of her village. He'd caught her easily, but her sobbing and begging, it wasn't the reaction he wanted. He'd held the woman at the end of his reach; because she smelled disgusting, and listened to her beg for her life and his mercy. There had been tears, but his brothers' woman had tried, too. Why the difference in his reaction? Why had he wondered about the witch yet felt only the desire to tear apart from the farmer? The question had been frustrating him, so he'd gone with his demon instincts and left the farmer in pieces, only to wonder later, as he cleaned his bloody claws, what the witch was up to at that very moment.

He hadn't waited long to answer that. He had not fully expected what he found nor had he been ready for the surge of emotion seeing the girl again brought to him. Hidden high in the canopy and watched her strip to her birthday suit on the moss-covered beach of a cool pond. She played a little in the pond, then dove deep into the water to recover multi-colored rocks, and bathed under the falls with her faced turned into the cascading water. Watching her had been enchanting.

He wanted to leap down to the pool and catch her, maybe have to chase her a bit as she tried to escaped, but grab her close and inspect all the new things she had shown him.

For example...her hands. Watching her undress, he had become aware of the incredible dexterity of her hands. Never having really thought about it before, he wondered what her tiny hands looked like up close, what did they feel like? He could clearly remember the way she had felt in his kimono, snuggling close for warmth, lightly brushing his hair away from where it tickled her nose. He had not taken notice of her hands then, simply because. She was supposed to be bait for the Tetsusagia, not someone he would be interested in.

Why was he so interested? He thought about it awhile before he found her at the pond, and even then as he sat in the forest shade, he had wondered why he even cared. It wasn't jealousy of Inu-Yasha, or revenge that had brought him there. He guessed it was just curiosity, for each new thing she showed him; he got more and more interested.

He had realized after their first meeting that she wasn't a witch. He knew better than that, then to believe old wise tales about the power of love and all those mushy human emotions. He was a demon at heart and it could only affect him if he let it. He chose not to, he kept telling himself that. This new would make him be thankful, and more stronger in the end so that's why he should stick with it now, he should let this girl show him everything until his interest was satisfied, since it was obvious to him that she was the only one who could.

He had not been having a half-bad time, watching her, but all good things must come to an end. His damn brother had come at him. Inu-Yasha had brought out the Tetsusagia, swinging it madly, ignoring Kagomes shocked look.

Sessho-Maru's only interests was Kagome first, the sword second, and Inu-Yasha third.

Kagome immediately hid behind a near by rock, peeking around to see the action. There was no action really since Sessho-Maru lost interest in the afternoon the moment Inu-Yasha had arrived. By the time he taken flight to leave, Kagome was dressed watching him as he left.

It was strange, but he felt emptiness inside at having to leave her, but he didn't question his brother's ability at protecting her, but there was still pain in his chest, a longing to go back and get her. His entire purpose in being there had been to look at her again, to see if she still interested him, if he wanted time alone with her again. He'd answer all those questions

now he had to figure out how...

AW: Now this is interesting. Sessho-Maru seems to have developed a interest in Kagome.