When Kagura woke, Sesshomaru was no where to be seen. She fell back into he bed with a sigh, taking in the lavender color ceiling in her room. She heard the growling of hunger in her stomach and decided to find a decent meal from her fridge. Standing, she noted that clothes would be a good start as she peeled the blanket away from her now dry and warm skin. Deciding that her apartment was warm enough for hot-blooded life forms she walked over to her cherry wood dresser and opened the center drawer. Rummaging through it she pulled out a plum colored silk spaghetti-strap nightgown that reached her mid-thigh. Slipping it on quickly she hurried to the kitchen swearing that her stomach was going to eat her alive. Pulling open the door of her old fridge, Kagura leaned over to search the shelves for something edible.
As she rummaged through the wastelands that lived in her fridge, Kagura failed to hear her door being opened or the footsteps of the person who had entered her apartment.
"Woman, if you value that shred of clothe I'm sure your about to tell me is clothing, I suggest you do not taunt me so." Sesshomaru said not pausing to acknowledge the startled scream Kagura let out when he began to speak.
"I am going to guess by the way you were scavenging that you are hungry." He said as he set a paper bag and a to-go cup on her table.
Kagura scowled at him then glanced towards the cup, "That had better be coffee."
"Kona Mocha. Hot and Blended with an extra shot and whip cream. Just like you used to get. Your tastes have not changed I assume." Sesshomaru replied confidently.
"Not in the least. The bag?" She pried as she took the coffee, glancing at it curiously and smelling it.
"Raspberry Danish. Quit acting like I would poison you and drink your coffee." He jabbed, feeling discontent that she would distrust him with something so simple as coffee.
Kagura glared but took a sip of her coffee. Satisfied it wouldn't kill her, she took it and the danish and sat at the table. "You went to the cafe."
"I did." Sesshomaru said, his discontent growing with rememberance of what had been said to him.
Kagura felt the sharp twing in her shoulder and put a hand over her mating mark then quickly removed it, not wanting Sesshomaru to notice.
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid with the little time I had with you I never learned to control my emotions that flow through the mark." He said as he took a seat next to her in her kitchen.
"I've noticed. I guess Keade told you."
"I don't want you to work anymore." Sesshomaru said calmly, prepairing himself for the battle ahead.
There was silece for a moment. The calm before the storm. She got up and quietly through the empty paper bag in the trash. "You... don't want me to work anymore."
He nodded, about to speak. "I--"
Kagura cut him off, "Like hell! I was fine before you came back and I assure you nothing has changed. I can still take care of myself."
"I hardly call collapsing in the floor fine!" Sesshomaru raged, standing from his seat, knocking the chair over in the process.
As if on que the mark on Kaguras shoulder flared in pain and she fell. Sesshomaru caught her before she hit the ground only to find that she had passed out.