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XVII.
"Miko." Sesshoumaru ground out, his patience tried.
The woman actually thought she could get away without answering him? Sesshoumaru growled in the confines of his mind, his frustration mounting. He had allowed the young woman too free a rein and now she thought she could just ignore him whenever she liked. Pitiful. Pitiful and disgusting.
Sesshoumaru wasn't sure whether it was the woman or himself he was disgusted and frustrated with.
"Kagome." He tried again, making a conscious effort to sound calm and unaffected. A dubious smirk crossed her face and he knew he had failed entirely. So much for composure.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru?" She asked sweetly, innocently. The miserable cur. As if she didn't know what he was talking about! This also added to his growing frustration. It was like an itch beneath his skin: so close, yet he could not scratch it. Like a dog. Suddenly, his blackened mood seemed more foul.
"Answer me." He growled out, his eyes narrowing and his teeth aching with the amount of pressure he was using to clamp them together.
"No. I won't." He saw red.
"Why not?"
"Your question was linguistically incorrect." She replied, and danced off.
(Good ol' Kagome one-upping Sesshoumaru in English and its complex nature. Anyways, since my origins are European, I celebrate on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day. Shall I go practice my 'ho-ho-ho'ing? But besides that... I'll let you in on a secret, but you have to be really quiet and not tell anybody, okay? C'mere! I love youuu! Say you love me, too! – Incomprehensible)