Perhaps it should have been, but it's not what he was expecting.
"I am so mad at you, Sesshoumaru!"
Her disembodied voice rages from inside, and Sesshoumaru blinks, his eyes stuck on the door. He's never heard her angry like this—not even in the past. But now? Now, it's here in his face, ringing in his ears, and he can smell it and taste it.
It's metallic.
He tries to ignore the unpleasant iron-like flavor and leans his forehead against the wood. "Miko—"
"It's Kagome, Lord Asshole!"
Closing his eyes, he tries again. "Kagome—"
"Go away!"
"Will you—"
"No!"
