The second her snowball detoured from its intended trajectory, Kagome knew she was going to die.
It was a long second—a dreadful second. One that stretched out into a thousand miniature moments where color was brighter, sound louder, and the anxiety of her realization a tangible flavor in her mouth.
Like licorice gone rancid.
Her heart caught in her throat. "Please no," she whispered. But her plea was to no avail.
She watched Inuyasha's eyes widen in slow motion as her perfect ball of ice soared past his face, curving in an elegant upward arc before beginning its descent toward the worst possible target.
Kagome's hands flew to her mouth, her own eyes widening in horror as the snowball exploded into a cloud of diamond dust—right against the back of Sesshoumaru's head.
The Lord of the West froze.
His shoulders bunched.
His arms flailed out to the side.
And as snow slipped down his back, he shimmied into the same ridiculous wiggle anyone else did when trying to avoid the chill.
DIGNITY STATUS: GONE.
Legs suddenly weakening, Kagome licked her lips, struggling to swallow. "Sesshoumaru, I…"
He turned, golden eyes narrowed into slits.
Nope.
She pointed at Inuyasha.
A/N: Continuing with the "better late than never" trend. Poor Sesshoumaru. LMAO.