Falling
Sesshomaru has never understood this obsession humans have with clouding their senses, dulling what little instincts they have, drowning themselves in rice wine or whatever other method of intoxication happens to be handy.
He understands it even less when demons indulge themselves in such a manner.
What he does understand is that Kiare is drunk. Not a little tipsy, not slightly intoxicated, but out and out, falling down, if she were human she'd be emptying her stomach drunk.
He watches with fascination as she attempts to put one foot in front of the other, like she's walking a tightrope, balanced precariously on the edge of the bridge.
She stumbles, nearly falls. "Whoopsie."
He is aware of how, every time she stumbles, nearly falls, he braces himself to catch her, and he is very nearly disgusted with himself. He does not truly understand the hold this half-breed, this mongrel, has over him. But he does know he doesn't like it. He also knows there is a part of him that would perhaps be lost without her.
She stumbles again, drops into a crouch and waves her arms ridiculously for balance. And then laughs insanely.
He allows himself to relax. "You are going to fall," he warns.
She looks back at him, tilts her head curiously, then smiles, an oddly gentle expression. "You are delightfully clueless," she says. "Don't you know I already have?"
She hops down from the railing and walks away from him, weaving horribly.
He does not understand her.
End
A/N – I don't know which individual I pity more, honestly.