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XIX.
There were only a few things Sesshoumaru hadn't witnessed in his life.
Among them, this was one of them. Very possibly ranking number one in large, bold font that practically screamed "no" and slapped him in the face when he tried to approach.
Sesshoumaru was not one to be slapped.
It wasn't often that Sesshoumaru got slapped in the face and the perpetrator got off easy. "Easy" in his books practically translated to "slow and painful death" right next to "idiots in red are common". However, due to the fact that reality and logic were entirely fictional beings that helped keep the world functioning and normal people sane, he couldn't kill it without suffering consequences. Namely his sanity.
But Sesshoumaru wasn't sure he even still retained that quality.
He could have sworn he saw it fly out the proverbial window when he had joined the little entourage and... befriended... the miko Kagome. After all, sanity was just one of those things that were oh so hard to keep hold of. How his half brother did was amazing. But then again, the fact that he hadn't taken a bath in at least a year and gotten away unscathed and not riddled with fifty serious illnesses and diseases was a miracle, too. Just one of those "don't ask" things, he was sure.
It was interesting, though.
While red was often affiliated with passion, determination and pain, he had never seen the specific colour look so tempting... so seductive; so forbidden.
It was almost a sin how she made the colour so naïvely suggestive. In all his days, Sesshoumaru had never been tempted as such.
He fought against the urge to squirm, his face straining under the need to keep impassive as he carefully switched positions so any evidence might be hidden from sight.
Fifty yards away and sucking on a candy cane, Kagome was not so innocent.