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A new do
Sesshomaru stared down at the creature in his arms, the light glow of the fire dancing across her bronze skin, almost making it seen to glitter as the embers died down. He wondered how she had done it; how she had managed to live through the week with the knowledge that he would kill her. She was far more headstrong than even Inuyasha's wench, which confused him to no end. Why would she goad a superior being into a rage? It was as if she did not understand the meaning of true fear.
He had to admit, in a twisted sort of way it was an admirable trait, though still lethally foolish. The female's hair reflected the dim lighting, her locks looking almost like liquid for the moment, something about her sent shivers down his spine…not in a good way. Her appearance, her actions, her aura, herself in entirety was just plain creepy. Not that this disturbed him to an unbearable point but never the less it irked him somewhat.
As she slept he stared at her, pondering how something so opposite to the meaning of beauty, could capture his eye. But he wasn't attracted really; no, it was more like looking at a painting and deciding it was beautiful. She looked too different to compare with any other woman he'd ever encountered.
The Taiyokai sighed inwardly and began to reflect on the choices that he needed to make, and contemplating how he could possibly get her to follow his will. He thought perhaps she might let go of her pride after a harsh beating of some sort, but something about her told him that she'd give her life before her self-importance. Funny…that was almost a masculine trait…must've gotten it from her father, whoever the hell he was. Sesshomaru shut his eyes for a minute, picturing his fief, noting all hidden passageways and corridors that he could possibly use if in need to privately communicate with his new servant…considering she did as told.
He felt her shift and his eyes shot open, flickering down to see her clutching her stomach and wincing in pain. She attempted to flee his grasp, Sesshomaru being so caught off guard that it barely registered in his head that she had somehow slowed her breathing and heartbeat so as to only appear to be sleeping peacefully, noting how she was too awake to have been in the deep slumber she had portrayed before. His clawed hand snatched at her wrist almost certain he'd catch hold, yet too his surprise the girl managed to bat it aside before tearing from his lap, stumbling into the fire and walking straight through it, not even cringing at the burns she received.
The lord of the west got to his feet and ran after her just as she was crashing out of the cave. He caught up with her when she fell over in the middle of the grass, having clutched her tan arm, yanking her back. Sesshomaru watched in disgust as the girl began coughing as if choking, making horrible hacking noises. For a moment, he believed she was going to die due to suffocation; she wasn't getting enough air in as she was letting out. But then it came…something he didn't expect.
The blood spilt through her lips, staining them a deep red as she vomited up the substance. He watched her shut her large green eyes and continue to cough before letting out another spew of the dark sanguine liquid. She lost a lot of blood…but not enough to make the stubborn creature pass out. She seemed to curse in a hissing tongue (People from around the world that don't speak English, to them some say it sounds as if the language is hissing.) She managed to swallow and her violent hacking fit had stopped. She knelt there for a while, cold and wet, staring up at the rain pouring down from the sky, as though the Kami-sama felt sorry for her and were crying because of it.
The clouds were darkened almost a gray-black as she gazed up into the vast expanse, wiping a small trickle of blood away from her cheek with her bare arm, as was the majority of her, seeming to finally decide on something, opening her mouth and letting the tears of the gods inside her, lapping at the water as it doused her. The Taiyokai looked at the strange scene finding it perversely entrancing, blood and all, the scent of which only increasing its strange appeal, wafting over to him as he inhaled, feeling a strange rush of not only bloodlust but strangely giddy lightheadedness. He managed to shake both off relatively quickly, glancing down at his…whatever she was to him…he couldn't exactly call her an obedient servant really…nor could he call her an equal or even close to such, like 'assistant' or 'right hand'.
"O-" He was cut off quickly as she snapped-
"An ulcer…but a very small one luckily."
"What is an ulcer?"
"Some people tend to accumulate them after being put through extreme stress…oh, say; being chased around by a demon lord until driven into a mildly suicidal metal state." She rasped with mock innocence as though it were just an example, yet letting the conviction in her voice tear through at the end.
"Are you saying I caused this?" He hissed at her, disliking the accusation in her tone.
"Well, ya know wha' they say: Anticipation of death is often worse than death itself." She shivered, smiling scathingly off into the distant darkness that surrounded the two like a strangely cold blanket.
Her knees were covered in mud as she sat on her heels in the clearing grass, the blades crushed beneath her into the muck that already appeared to be sucking them up anyway. She began to chatter softly, trying desperately to hide the signs caused by the chills racking her spine. The demon soon realized he too, was standing out in the rain, half covered, gaining a chill as well. He bent down to pick her up when she snarled, "Don't touch me."
"I will do to you as I see fit, onna." He growled back, clawed hand reaching for her long neck.
"Iie. If you move me you could reopen the hole in my stomach." She hissed which instantly stopped his traveling fingers, curling them into a fist after having brushed them across her neck.
Somehow he knew that the coldness that she now experienced was not caused by the dreary, dank atmosphere. He knew she didn't like being touched…but he also knew that he couldn't touch her now. She was telling the truth.
"You will freeze if you continue this." He commented stoically, as though he were telling her tomorrow's weather.
"Nooohooo, ya think?" She sneered.
He did not approve of this of course, voicing his opinion, "Your sardonic behavior and incessant cynicism is not appreciated by this Sesshomaru."
"Yeah, well your superiority complex isn't doing much good for me either pal." The creature spat back, her blood red lips letting the retort out before she could stop her unruly tongue…though she couldn't decipher whether or not that was a good thing because she was anything but remorseful for the irritation she was causing.
"It isn't just a complex." He grumbled.
"Uuuukayy, extraneous to this quarrel but whatever."
"It has everything to do with your defiance. You never cease to understand that I will do you harm if you do not do as this Sesshomaru says. He is stronger!" the taiyokai finally blew up at the girl.
He was tired of this.
"Really man, talking in the third person isn't gonna make you anymore sure with yourself, so stop trying to get over your insecurities by using your 'ever important' name in your own sentences because it's getting g'damn annoying." She drawled out.
He froze in mid-stride to drag her by the hair back to the cave, hole in her stomach or not…what had that frikkin thing said?
The rain fell around them, the only sound to break the tension filled silence between the two beings. A rumble of thunder rolled through the clouds as both stared at each other; one stoic, the other irritated. The demon lord's hands were balled in fists as he hissed, "Though your previous statement in neither here nor there, why would you make such an implausible, not to mention unviable hypothesis?"
A smirk came to her face and she mimicked him for a moment recalling his own words, " 'This Sesshomaru does not lie'. So tell me you are completely and totally comfortable with your self ne?"
Rage and anger filled within his entire being and he grasped her by the hair and began dragging her back to the cave as she yelped in pain, while he seethed, "This Sesshomaru need not explain himself to the likes of you. He neither wants nor values your inane deductions, and does not covet any type of approval from a freakish creature like yourself, damn hypocrite. Besides which, you already told him that he has a superiority complex."
"Issue the name calling." She grumbled agitated, detesting the way he had referred to as a 'freakish creature'.
He'd dragged her through the mud leaving a large groove behind. Sesshomaru then flung her by one side of the fire and snapped, "Go to sleep."
"No, I think'll stay 'wake just ta spite ya, 'specially 'cause I've been nappin' like a narcoleptic since I got ta this god forsaken era." She muttered.
The great lord of the west pretended to ignore the comment…mostly because he did not know what a 'narcoleptic' was. After which he took of his hakama (get your head outta the gutter!) to dry off, not caring if the girl saw him just to prove he didn't care.
He merely sat there watching the flames dance around, concentrating on any back up plan he could make, content with the warmth the fire provided. He wasn't sure if she were awake or asleep but didn't bother, noting that if she were to move she would open her eyes as she was doing now, frequently taking peeks at his face.
He found that she did not stare in any other area, not at all concerned with his state of dress or lack thereof. He thought it was strange considering most females would at least be a little curious. Then he realized that she didn't see him as a potential suitor…merely as her adversary, all other thoughts pertaining to him were that of anger, confusion, and insubordination. She finally stopped with reluctance, murmuring a soft 'Ayasumi', and Sesshomaru could tell she was deeply asleep after, because he quietly spoke her name and she didn't stir.
He kept his sense of smell trained on her and because of this he fell asleep, the fragrance only seeming to lull him, causing such drowsiness that only a strong drug could induce.
"Drink this." Sesshomaru commanded to a sour looking Himawari as she snatched it and downed it, muttering a soft 'domo'.
They were all around a campfire having stopped for the afternoon in a clearing for the day, the flames used to boil a pot of tea. He had put something in it after wandering off into the woods and finding some type of herb that would help her with her stomach…which was mainly the whole reason she was in this predicament…because she couldn't run.
When they had awaken earlier that morning the girl was pretty much incapacitated, snapping at Sesshomaru for what he had done to her shirt and belt. Thankfully her pants were still intact which she refused to put on if she didn't clean off…and she refused to go anywhere without her pants on. The taiyokai had shown her to a spring and turned around, but didn't really have to because she had no intention of taking her undergarments off, plunging headfirst into the water.
After this she put on her pants she tied the blanket around her neck like a cape and ripped two holes in the side with her knife that the demon lord had given back to her for the moment, tucking the blanket into her black jeans. When this was done the girl was forced to ride A-un with Rin of who kept asking questions. They'd established that she was from a place called California which was across the eastern ocean…until east became west…something about the world being a sphere…gravity was the answer to the obvious question but no body understood, and she'd had another spat with the inu yokai about it.
Despite her insatiable curiosity Rin and Himawari got along increasingly well. The strange creature would answer the little girl without hesitation, happy to share her knowledge.
Now Rin had stopped picking flowers for a moment to ask the famous question to the other girl, "Why is the grass green?"
Sesshomaru sighed inwardly, having been asked this question over and over, answering the child with mild irritation, "It is because it is. There is no reason for it."
The little ward of the west put on a sad face before the older girl's voice rang out, "There's a reason for everythin' substantial Maru-dono."
The young girl gawked, "You know?"
"Course I do Hime-chan." She smiled.
"Then why?" Rin asked excitedly.
"Ah, the question is not 'why' but 'how'." Himawari laughed.
She explained with enthusiasm, the taiyokai listening absentmindedly to the explanation frowning at the impossible justification.
"So in reality grass is every color beside green?" Sesshomaru almost drawled but chose to remain expressionless.
The girl waved her hand hands in the air almost defensively saying, "Not exactly. Our eyes work by picking up on the light frequency and we perceive it as green, the plant has absorbed the other colors which we don't see…I know it's a little confusing. In essence you are right but…it's only green because that's what we see." She tried to explain.
"I am verrrryyy confused." Rin said cutely.
"Ha! Com'er Hime-chan." Himawari beckoned to the little girl.
The ward ran over to the older girl of who sat her down and began to brush her hair after taking out the little girl's side half ponytail (A/N: My mom used to put my hair up like that when I was a kid). After braiding it, the seventeen year old tied it into two pigtails…Rin looked adorable. Pulling out her mirror from the bag (ok, ok, so it wasn't her mirror. She'd accidentally broken it while cleaning at somebody's house…which she had to pay for) and she showed the little girl her reflection. The child liked it so much that she then shouted-
"Sesshomaru-sama's turn now!"
Himawari's smile became somewhat strained as she turned around and stared at the expressionless demon lord. The taiyokai watched all color leave her face as she uncomfortably began to scoot away, eyeing him like he was going to bit her. This amused him greatly.
"Iie." He answered; his entertainment with the girl could be put off for a different time, he would not have her doing up his hair into something as femininely childish as what he saw on Rin.
The small child looked so put out as she sighed, "And Sesshomaru-sama's hair is so pretty…something would've looked nice."
She then sat down glumly and began poking at the ground with a stick as Jaken shouted about her being a stupid human and that Sesshomaru's unearthly good looks could not be matched by anyone and appeared fine the way he was.
"Dude." She whispered at the demon lord with a grin on her face as he turned about.
"…?"
" I think yer toad has a crush."
"A 'crush'?"
"Yeah, infatuated."
"With who?" Sesshomaru asked almost curiously.
"You." She snickered.
(The crowd sweatdrops and zillions of fan girls rant and rave about the indignity of it all…oh com'on, it's not like no one suspected it.)
"Shut up onna." He snapped at the giggling girl.
Rin had now crawled over to the taiyokai and stared into his face with big, brown, watery, puppy-dog eyes, a pleading expression pasted to her features while she begged, "Onegai shimasu Sesshomaru-sama."
(The screen begins to crack like glass because of the ridiculously extreme cuteness.)
He caught sight of the creature out of the corner of his eye, pale faced and shaking her head back and forth frantically, her own hair pinned up in an odd yet appealing design that showed off her long, slender neck…not that the rest of her wasn't pathetically scrawny because she was in his opinion. He thought on the subject almost screaming at himself for considering such an idea as letting that stupid girl-creature-child-thing touch him, but soon reasoned that he'd have to let her do a lot of that in public if he wanted to make their act convincing. Putting one's hair back was actually very common, though Sesshomaru had detested being like any of the other lords.
So, just to entertain himself and piss off the thing that had caused him so much trouble over the past week, he turned around smirking evilly and said, "Fine."
He did not know how he could explain the strange color she displayed…he'd never seen someone with skin that tan form such a pallid expression and found it exceptionally amusing.
"Umm…ya know…ya look great with your hair down. I mean-I well-can't you- umm-" The girl sputtered.
"Is there something wrong with my hair?" He asked the girl almost expectantly.
"Anou…iie, it's really nice I swear but don't you want to keep it down…uhh…I mean, it would be such a waste to pull it back so no one could see it."
"Then don't pull all of it back." He smiled coldly, enjoying her squeamish behavior.
She looked into his eyes horrified, realizing he would not let her do otherwise; so getting up Himawari strode over to him stiffly, and sat behind him…far behind him…it was a wonder she could reach his silvery tresses. She began tentatively pulling the brush through his hair to make sure it had no tangles it in, thought, not that it surprised her in the slightest, he didn't have any knots. She wiggled a little closer, still very unsure, and brought the brush down to move all his hair behind him.
"S-so-um…ya wan'it all pulled back 'r not?" She stuttered, obviously trying to buy some time.
"What ever would look best I suppose." The demon lord sighed leisurely, just to show that he had no problem with mentally tormenting her, continuing, "But if you do something in any way to humiliate this Sesshomaru he will make sure you acquire another hole in your stomach…externally."
"No problem." She squeaked.
He almost grinned, letting his lips torque upward as he sat still, waiting for her to actually begin. He wasn't stupid, he recognized a phobia when he saw one and the girl utterly hated touching people she wasn't familiar with, though she didn't mind picking Rin up and swinging her about. She didn't like touching those mature enough to criticize her for such. She just didn't like it.
"T-this c-could take a w-while M-maru-dono."
He swore she had completely forgotten that his name was Sesshomaru and still thought to call him on what she supposed was his given name. Maru wasn't an uncommon name and if anyone heard her calling him that they would pass it off as an endearment of some sort so he didn't stop her; it only added to the act.
"Take your time." He now grinned, rubbing it into her face as much as he could.
Marisol's POV
OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG! How in the seventh circle of hell did this happen! Oh Kami-sama I'mbrushing his hair…AEEEEIII, my knee touched his back!
Scooting away as fast as I could, face contorted into nervousness, I tried my best to stay calm…not that it was working. Oh, last night I'd nearly died in his arms, and he kept on trying to look me in the eye and it totally freaked me out. I'd never been that close to someone before besides my mother and even then not really, she didn't like contact either, which, even though it isn't in my blood or genes or anything, was something I must've picked up from her.
I bit my lip hard, desperately hoping to block out fear with pain; crude but effective. I inched a tiny bit closer and decided what to do with his hair…all this hair…it was nearly as long as mine and I hadn't had a decent hair cut in…um…how old was I when I was put in sixth grade? Crap now I'm losing my focus, not that that was something I'd actually ever possessed in the first place but I guess it's nice to wish. Ok 2 squared is 4…4 squared is 16…16 squared is 256…256 squared is 65536…focus!
I would put all of his silvery strands back because it was a better chance he would be more content with that…I had a history of making everything crooked…including one's hair.
"K-keep yer head straight onegai." I asked as politely as possible.
His eyes darted back to mine, flashing with amusement, which pissed me off royally. Man this guy was an asshole! I mean seriously, how did the little kid put up with him; how could the toad thing 'crush' on him? It didn't make sense; there was nothing good about him!
Okay I just need to concentrate…this goes here…that goes there…this goes there…that goes here…this is going to take a looooooonng time.
Back to the Author's point of view (which I'm wishing you'll all never look through for your sanity's sake; but for the story I'll keep it to the truth…though that subject in itself is quite flexible.)
Sesshomaru relaxed a bit, marveling at the strange feel of her incredibly long fingered hands moving over his hair. He'd never had someone do anything to it and the experience was rather a shock to him. She moved quickly and gracefully, her motions unseen by him but only felt. She was good with her hands…diligent and precise, making him ponder something he'd been considering lately. Should he train her in the ways of combat; she would undoubtedly be a prodigy for tactic.
He waited for a long time saying absolutely nothing, Rin popping up everywhere and asking the most ridiculous inquiries, which the creature always had an answer for. He watched, then as the little girl ran off and began to pick an assortment of flowers and weeds. He felt strangely at ease with his current surroundings; though that could not be said for the disgruntled female sitting behind him. He heard her hum, obviously trying to get her mind off him, pretending to believe he actually wasn't there.
The medicine he'd given her earlier should have closed up the wound by now, the herb having a magical property. She did not seem to be in anymore pain but, as spoken before, he wasn't paying much attention to her and couldn't tell on sight whether she were hurting or not; she was too arrogant to let it show.
"There, all done." She sighed out happily, practically leaping away from him.
He pulled his hair in front of him and stared at it, completely amazed. He'd never seen anything like this before in his life.
"Oooooo, Sesshomaru-sama its sooo cool." Rin chirped using a slang term she'd picked up from Himawari.
Though the demon lord could not find the connection between temperature and superlatives he knew what the little child meant and agreed.
"What is this called?" He asked, curiously running his hand down the strange design.
"Fishbone-braid." The girl smiled as she continued to stretch her long limbs, reminding the taiyokai momentarily of a tree bowing in the breeze, lengthy branches bending about; the girl emanating the same 'nnggg' the wood would make, with her voice.
"Where did you learn to do such?" He inquired passively.
"Mom used to do it to help her calm down." The girl spoke, momentarily falling into a daze as if recalling something.
He nearly frowned at the expression etched across her tan features, noticing the nostalgic emotion she freely displayed on her face. Clearing his throat, the demon lord managed to capture the creature's attention. He stood up, calling Rin, and then walked off in one direction, both girls crawling up onto A-un as he plodded off after his master.
"We have an agreement do we not, onna?" Sesshomaru asked, trying to confirm the girl's loyalty.
"Anou…you're not gonna make me do anythin' weird are you?" She questioned apprehensively.
"Such as?"
"Powder my face white, blacken my teeth, make me where eight kimonos all at once, shave off my eyebrows and draw new ones on-"
"Iie," The inu yokai cut her off, continuing, "You are speaking of a geisha; I do not have an eternity onna, and even if I did this Sesshomaru does not think even he could make you demure."
"Heh heh heh, yer so funny." She sneered at him.
"You sound like an asp when you speak in that tone." He commented monotonously.
She looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon which amused the arrogant lord. They persisted to make a fast yet steady pace, Rin chatting with Himawari the whole way there, all three demons listening disinterestedly.
The day passed as they walked along the pathway, of which wound sinuously through a thick forest they had entered. The thickly leafed trees were planted so closely together that almost no light could filter into the woods. Despite the lack of light the taiyokai maneuvered his way through the darkness, traveling the winding road. A-un made a small noise as he bumped one of his heads against a tree, but Himawari picked up the reigns of the dragon and calmed him down, directing him through the blackness.
Sesshomaru paid little attention to the creature, only slightly taken aback by her ability to navigate in such limited illumination. Rin held onto the older girl, whimpering softly, Jaken piping up to snap, "Shut your wretched mouth you disgusting human!"…then he tripped over a tree and face-planted in the earth. (Author shrugs, "Karma.")
Soon they entered a cave, which did, in no way, help the lighting of there route. They seemed to travel for quite some time, Rin squeezing the other girl harder in fear. The creature began to hum gently, the sound of her voice resonating off the walls of the cave. The tune was one of the most beautiful songs the lord had ever heard, inquiring with a passive tone, "What is this song called?"
She said an extremely strange word that Sesshomaru could not pronounce nor understand, "Liebestraum."
He did not ask her to repeat the word, knowing he would not catch the word's meaning the second time, moving in the dark, secretly enjoying her soft hum. After a while the taiyokai halted, turning up and jumping through a wooden trap door in the ceiling of the cave. Himawari guided the dragon toward the opening, ceasing the movement right below the concealed entry.
"Anou…a little help here?" The creature asked testily.
"Can you not find your way up, onna?"
A very adorable blush spread across her cheeks and she began muttering in a strange language, picking up a now sleeping Rin with one arm, leaping up with all her might. She managed to catch onto the edge of the door…but began to slip. She tried with everything she had to pull herself and the small girl upward. Her hand slide from the edge, and Himawari shut her eyes expecting a harsh impact. Feeling a sword calloused hand gripping at her wrist, the seventeen year old opened her eyes and stared up at Sesshomaru, the flush across her face darkening.
Hauling her up the demon glared at the American, placing her on her feet and taking Rin from her arms. The foreigner looked down at her sandals and muttered, "Domo."
He merely faced away and walked across the purple tatami mats, moving through the room covered with ornately decorated pillows, kicking open a large, half rolled up futon with many colorful blankets. He laid her down delicately, hoping not to wake her, the small girl letting out a small noise in her sleep.
After this he strode away, making an about face to stare at the girl intensely; the look obviously meaning, 'follow me'. She did and both exited the room, stepping up into the wooden corridor, the demon striding down it in front of her as she sauntered behind, eyes darting to the faintly glowing from behind the outer shoji door. She gazed at the rice paper doors until…
Womp!
"Eep!" She squeaked as she fell backwards after slamming straight into the lord in front of her.
She gracefully fell, flat on her ass, teetering back, head hitting the floor with a large thud, looking extremely disoriented, swirls in her eyes. The demon stared down at her and tried his hardest not to sigh in exasperation, merely nudging her with his foot, prodding her into focus. Shaking her head she got up, standing on her feet, glaring up at the man and grumbling, "Could'a used a warning there."
"Quiet, you will wake my guests." He hissed at her, turning back and opening the shoji.
He strode in and she followed grudgingly glaring at his back as though she were keen on burning a hole through him. She walked through a room with cream colored pillows splayed about the room, tinted blue with the darkness shrouding the area. Himawari turned to gaze up at the wall, captivated by the beautiful living space, with its finely carved tables adorned with glittering china vases. She gave a curious tilt of her head as she spotted the portraits on the walls…most of them looked like the demon leading her.
He slid open a door that had a beautiful landscape painted on it, with a giant dog demon ravaging the land. She followed him inside and saw a gigantic room, small lanterns hanging from the ceiling, none lit. There was a very thick looking futon, coverings of white silk resting on it, thick white and gold blankets upon it, many pillows laid across the head.
"Uhh…Maru-dono?" Himawari asked.
He gave her an expressionless look, which didn't help her with the confirmation of her present conclusion. He turned away from her and undid his armor, striding across the room and placing it on a holder, sliding off his hoari and yukata, folding them both, placing his swords on a rack right beside his armor. Turning around he stared at the creature, entertained by the bright red blush across her tan cheeks, her eyes burning with rage.
"Ma-ru-do-no!" She glowered pronouncing each syllable of his name.
"What o-"
"Don't even go there with me." She advanced upon him, getting so close she had to tilt up her face just to look into his golden glowing eyes.
Right…I must level with her if I ever wish for sleep.
"What do you require, Himawari?" He sneered.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is your room."
"My, my, you are perceptive aren't you?" he laughed derisively, strolling over to his futon.
"Always knew ya thought so." She smiled cynically.
He frowned…he'd had it with this miserable little child of whom thought she was his equal when she was around 710 years younger than him.
"Do you have a problem with staying in my room?" He snapped.
"Yeah. I kinda have this thing about sleeping in the beds of men I only met yesterday." She sneered.
"You seriously believe you are worthy of my notice."
"…dude, you're the one that dragged me to your place." She spoke condescendingly.
"…"
She does not understand.
It didn't exactly surprise him, her mind was not on that topic when she made her point, she believed he wanted to kill her; so to put her mind to rest he spoke, "This Sesshomaru will not harm you or take advantage of you for the matter."
The creature seemed to think it over, the inu yokai across from her praying that she would cooperate.
She would have to be extremely stupid to take up my request.
No woman in there right mind would enter a man's bed whether he was a liar or not…and they shouldn't, he assumed. But just maybe he could make some type of-
"Okay."
"!"
"What are you looking at me like that?" She pouted angrily.
"…no reason." He spoke tentatively, thinking over the words.
"Tsh." She snorted and kicked off her shoes, stretching and yawning, rubbing her eyes childishly.
He watched her plod over to the futon and kneel at it's side, throwing the covers back and climbing in, curling up into a ball and yawning, "Ayasumi."
He stared at her a little shocked by her actions before shaking his head and laying down on the opposite side from her. In the morning, he'd have to make sure she behaved correctly, and for such an enormous feat, Sesshomaru would need all the sleep he could get.
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