A/N Ahh, I think a ten million sorries won't do...
Clair de Lune
by Sansy
Chapter 6: Peekers
"Sessho-maru!" Kagome whispered with delight. Sesshomaru looked up from his canvas to find a familiar perky face an inch away from his own. Kagome withdrew, came to his side, and tried to remember something. Sesshomaru chuckled to find Kagome reddening with effort. Then she whispered which came out almost as a hiss."...senpai..."
" 'Sesshomaru' is fine." He lightly muttered, wetting his brush once more with blue paint. Kagome laughed, making Sesshomaru almost grin.
"What'cha painting?" Sesshomaru's lips thinned with a question, wondering what it was himself. He stopped himself to look carefully at the painting. "... a moon...I guess..." He tilted his head to one side, wondering, silver locks falling to his neck and cheek. Kagome also stared at the painting, but was puzzled by his way of painting.
"I don't get it... I'm not critic kind of person."
"It's all right... my paintings are meant to puzzle people, anyway." Sesshomaru smiled at the painting, narrowing his eyes mischievously.
"Really?"
"No. Of course not. Paintings are meant to reveal hidden feelings... but I think they're hiding, too..." He made a mischievous, demonic smile to Kagome, and stood up. He dipped his brushes in a water-filled dish, and took off his apron. For a second, Kagome thought she had seen a smile upon his pale lips, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared.
"Are you... hiding?" Kagome asked, bending over to see his face. He stared at Kagome with softened eyes, but soon turned away.
"What do you mean, 'hiding'?" He sighed, pulling off the ribbon from his ponytail. (He knows what I mean. Yet he hides it... why?) Kagome thought. She touched her chin slightly in habit of thinking. "Kagome, arn't you going?" He said, pulling her wrist.
"Coming!" She yelled.
"Hmmm, it doesn't seem like they do, Miroku." Sango muttered, peeking into the empty art room as Sesshomaru turned off the light. "They're just friends, remember? Sesshomaru-kun doesn't have any friends, so it looks like the two are going out tog-- ahh, HENTAI!"
--slapp--
"Sango-san, certainly. They are friends. So to celebrate that, let's go out to--"
"NO."
"Aw, but why?"
"NO!" Sango yelled, and walked away. Miroku followed, only to get slapped more.
A/N: ahh, please forgive me if it's too short. I know... but the next chapter will be longer, I swear. I have so many things to do on computer, like art trade... and such... so yes...