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Burned
Sesshoumaru paced around his chambers in a rage.
How could he have allowed himself to become so injured? Blood dripped down his chest from wounds that refused to heal. His head ached from the constant pain. Muscles strained as he attempted to heal himself with sheer willpower, yet it only resulted in more pain.
He had been such a fool to assume that the raw power that he had witnessed used on his enemies, could not or would not be used against him. He had played with fire, and had gotten burned, quite literally. He could only blame himself for his injuries. Her reiki had been tolerable, before he had pushed her. She was powerful, but her petite body gave the false image of weakness. Was that why the need to suppress her power had been so compelling?
Sesshoumaru shoved a wooden trunk out of his way. He picked up a nearby table and threw it against the wall, destroying it. Why he could he not get her out of his head? All he could see was her frightened face as she struggled beneath him, her small fists pounding on his chest in panic, her lean body pressing intimately against his as she struggled beneath him. Her bright blue eyes wide in fear as she was very well aware of what he could do to her. Warmth spread through his body at the thought of it. Arousing thoughts, he refused to give credence to plagued him ever since. Why didn't he accept her fear as submission? Why was that not enough? Was it because despite her fear of him, she continued to fight?
A cup found its way into his clawed hand. He threw it across the room shattering it.
He was supposed to protect her; instead he was causing her more pain. Why did his chest ache pitifully with guilt?
Since when did he care at all?