Breaking the Wild
This idea belongs to ethidda! All credit for this idea goes to her! I am merely the writer!
Chapter Four
A Grudging Respect
Kagome had awoken to a pair of watery like golden eyes staring at her. Not being used to owning a slave, it was not something that she had been expecting. If one were to ask her, she would reply that she had seriously forgotten with a crimson blush on her little cheeks.
She had allowed her eyes to crack open, gingerly letting light creep in to hit her pupils. Then she had stretched out upon her makeshift bed, the covers that had been under her head lay on the floor, and her tongue had curled out quite like a cat's when she yawned. She had sat up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and crawled to the edge of the bed, crazy hair and all.
That is when she had noticed him sitting on the other side of the room, exactly how he had been sitting before, as if he had not slept a wink.
The fact that maybe he had not never crossed her mind.
Remembering the whole event, she now sits at a very quiet and uncomfortable table. Her mother sits a bowl of rice infront of her, chopsticks laying across the opening and resting on the edges of the bowl itself. Kikyou is nowhere to be found and her mother knew better than to believe that she would show up for breakfast anytime soon if she was with her favorite slave, Inuyasha.
Her mother sits down as well and Kagome nearly chokes on the cup of tea she had unceremoniously poured herself and blinks, horrified, at her mother.
"Mother! You forgot Sesshomaru's food! He has to eat as well!" Her beautiful, chocolate eyes pleadingly go from her mother to the stoic demon that stood by the far wall of the little kitchen. Again with the far walls. Kagome stands and her mother follows suit as she gives a small bow to Sesshomaru.
"Sesshomaru, would you please join us for breakfast? I know it's not much but…" She did not get to finish her sentence. She did not get to finish because he took the 'liberty' of cutting in.
"I do not eat human food." He spat out the words as if they were distasteful.
Kagome raises her eyes to meet his. Though she feels a prick of annoyance, it does not show. Never the less, Sesshomaru could feel it and inwardly smirks.
"Then would you care to join us for some tea?" Before even letting him answer, she grabs an extra teacup, one of porcelain white with sakura blossoms, and begins pouring tea into it. Holding it out in front of her in cupped hands, she bows her head just slightly while waiting his reaction.
To her relief and her mother's horror, he accepts. He may be out to get her, but he would not go so far as to refuse such hospitality given freely to one considered as a 'slave.' He had not held in his claws something so perfectly delicate in the longest time that it was almost to a point where he could not remember.
Taking a seat on the only square cushion left, he allows the cup to meet his firm lips and he tips it so that a little of the liquid slips into his mouth to rest on his tongue. Thick, strong, and sweet… but not too sweet. Just how he liked it. Moreover, warm! He had not had warm tea in the longest time either.
At least slightly satisfied, Kagome settles down on her own cushion once more, her mother following once more. Breakfast went on in that silent uncomfortable manner, but in the end, Kagome smiles and cleans off the table as her mother wonders off to where ever it is that she needed to be.
Kagome distinctly had the feeling that her mother just wanted to get away from Sesshomaru.
It took a while for her to find where she had put her money but after she had, she turns to Sesshomaru with that trademark smile. Outside, it was shiny and seemed true. Inside, it seemed sad and as if, something was missing. Sesshomaru did not mean to read into it, but he did, and now he stands staring at the little miko with a searching gaze.
Kagome seems not to notice and motions for him to follow her outside and around to the back of the humble hut. Perhaps it was the fact that he had arrived kicking and fighting the day before, but he had not noticed the small hut sitting off to the side that reeked of demons and Hanyou's, or the three horses that were fenced behind the house, currently grazing lazily on the green grass.
She gazes lovingly at them for a moment, admiring their peaceful grace.
Thoroughbreds, they were. Her favorite, a large glossy white one, was the perfect symbol for purity. As if sensing her presence, his head throws into the air, long wavy mane flying about his neck like a veil, parting to brush against both sides of his thick neck. A slender muzzle nuzzles into her shoulder as she enters the small pasture.
Soft brown eyes, much darker than her own, flick back to the demon and his flanks shiver, the muscles rolling beneath his perfect fur. She glances back at Sesshomaru, motioning with her head for him to enter the pasture. He was not going to, at first, until she bore a glare at him.
Stepping in slowly he saunters over to her, looking at the large animal before him. The horse was indeed a looker, but Sesshomaru makes a note that the horse is white. That is when she takes the time to make a small clicking sound, and suddenly a second horse comes trotting into his view.
This was more his style.
His neck arches majestically, long mane with a tail that sweeps the ground just barely. Long, strong legs propel fluid gates, and his shoulders roll with defiance. The whites of his eyes are seen, large black eyes staring into Sesshomaru's own golden ones. Kagome motions once again to the white horse that she now pets.
"This, Sesshomaru, is my horse. I bought him a while ago…. Just before I bought the one in front of you. His name is Midnight… this one here is Cloud. Not great names, but they will do… You will ride him into town this morning. Let me go get their bridles… just a moment please." Kagome skitters off to the side and disappears in the hut full of slaves.
When she returns, she is carrying two bridles. One is made of black leather, one of dark brown. She hands him the one of black leather and he slips it expertly onto the animals… Midnight's… head. She eyes him suspiciously and turns to Cloud, bridling him as well. Bareback she vaults onto his back and waits for him to follow.
He does, sliding easily onto the large black horse's back and choosing not to look her way.
Huffing, she moves her horse towards the gate that she had left open, leading him out before turning her horse around and kicking the gate closed with her sandaled foot. Those red miko pants billow about her legs, hugging the horse along with her. The white shirt that she wore engulfs her frail body as well, but she seems not to mind.
Looking at him, she gives a feeble smile and nudges her horse with her heels, clicking at the same time. He nudges his horse as well, sitting tall and proud, chin in the air. His eyes bore into her back, however, and he silently thinks to himself. Though he would not admit it, he had grown a grudging respect for the slip of a woman that is called his mistress.
She had managed in one day to act as if he were an equal, and not a slave.
Wow I know that totally sucked, and I am sorry but I had a lapse and writers block so I could not think and I kinda had to force this one out. Lol. Sorry, readers. Well I luv ya all, and please review!