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She was walking again. He liked it when she walked. She did this thing when she did that showed off her toned calves and thighs. If he knew where to look (and he did), he could see the colour of the undergarments she had decided to wear that day.
He had discovered the handy little trick months before. Just a fleeting glance, really, when she had turned her back to him to run to Inuyasha's aid. It was completely innocent. Completely harmless. At first, at least. Often times he found himself trying to get behind her so he could steal a peek. It was interesting how often she changed her undergarments, and how many she had.
He had counted up to seven different pairs, already. That was a different set for every day in a week. He was still counting.
Ah, and there it was.
Deciding to come out of hiding, now that he was appeased, as some might put it, he sped up to stop a quarter mile away from the wayward group, quite in rage of the hanyou's senses. He hadn't needed to wait long, as soon the shout of "That bastard! Where is he?! I'll kill him!" reached his sensitive ears. Not but half a minute later, the red-clad figure bounded over the hill, sword drawn and eyes flashing between red and gold.
"What'd'yah want, you bastard?!" Inuyasha all but screamed.
"Red, Miko?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at the human from the future, ignoring his sibling and annoying him greatly.
She blinked at him owlishly, like she couldn't comprehend that he was speaking to her. Sesshoumaru frowned, his lips twitching downward in the tiniest of motions. Perhaps she was more stupid than he had initially thought. Ah, no, he corrected himself as understanding dawned on her expressive face.
He could almost taste her embarrassment.
Needless to say, Kagome was very glad she had decided not to wear her Disney Princesses underwear.
(Sesshoumaru? Perverted? Who would have thought? This kind of just popped up, but I'm pleased with the results. After writing one idea after another to sate my overactive muse – whom is never happy with the end result, might I add – came this little idea. Enjoy. – Incomprehensible)