Prompt: Overreaction
Genre: Humor
Rating: K
He'd hurt her feelings. It had not been his intention to do so, and yet he had done it. Sesshoumaru compounded his mistake by not apologizing right away.
He had been on a business trip for just over a week. His flight was late and he was very tired by the time he got home. He had forgotten his noise-cancelling headphones, so the noise level he had to endure on the plane with his youkai hearing was excruciating. Add that to the overwhelming scents his nose had to filter through and it all combined to create a massive headache centered directly behind his left eye.
He was happy to see her, but what he really wanted was quiet time with her wrapped up tight in his arms. Perhaps they could begin with a little love-making, some spooning afterwards and then some much needed sleep. Instead he got a very excited chirpy female who wanted to chatter about all the happenings of the week as she dithered about the bedroom, unpacking his clothes. He lay on the bed in pajama bottoms, head pounding, half-listening to her.
"…then Souta's girl friend, well, not GIRLFRIEND, but friend who is a girl, met Grandpa and you know what HE'S like when he meets anyone new…"
Sesshoumaru yawned. Not a little polite behind-the-hand yawn… a huge mouth-stretching, fang-flashing, tongue-curling, jaw-breaking yawn.
Kagome stopped in mid-sentence. He immediately saw the hurt register in her eyes.
"Oh," she said softly, "I didn't realize I was boring you…"
She thought he would deny it.
Feeling petulant, he didn't.
She was hurt even more.
Kagome waited for him to apologize for the rudeness.
Resentful that she was hurt, he didn't do that either.
That made her mad.
Yanking the pillow out from under him, she grabbed a blanket and before he knew what was happening, he found himself on the wrong side of the bedroom door.
That was two days ago.
Sesshoumaru sighed wearily. Even though he believed she was as much to blame as he was, he would apologize to her if it got him off the couch and back into her good graces… and their bed. Swallowing his pride, he was determined to get this over with as quickly as possible.
He found her sitting in the kitchen, flipping nonchalantly through a magazine while sipping a steaming mug of hot tea.
Approaching her in a quiet dignified manner, he cleared his throat to start the little speech he had rehearsed. The ringing of the wall phone interrupted him before he could even begin. Picking it up, he heard a voice on the other end asking if he would like to switch phone companies. He hung up without saying a word… and received a scowl from his mate.
"That was rude." She went back to her magazine. He didn't miss her pointed insinuation.
He gathered himself mentally, took a deep breath and prepared to begin again.
"Kagome, I…" Again, the phone rang. He snatched it up.
An automated voice began playing. "This is Paul from your satellite TV network!" He slammed the phone back down in its cradle.
Kagome did not look up; she merely raised her eyebrows in response to his show of irritation and flipped another page.
"It was an auto-telemarketing phone call…" he said in a pleading voice. She refused to even glance at him.
For the third time, Sesshoumaru launched into his speech, "Kagome, although you did overreact the other night, I realize I was very rude to you. I wish to apologize for…" The phone rang yet again. This time he didn't even bother to pick it up. With a flick of the wrist and a flash of green, the melted phone hung suspended by two wires, smoldering against the wall.
"That was a bit much, don't you think?" she inquired, flipping another page.
He sighed heavily. He was never going to get out of the doghouse at this rate.
A/N: Posted Jan. 14, 2009. This won first place, hooray! :) Thanks for reading!
