Sesshomaru

My mother continues to rant and pace, speaking of how I have to right to disrespect her friend and so on. I roll my eyes and yawn every so often, telling it aggravates her more but she keeps to herself and stays focused.

"You'll go there and apologize!" She points to the door. I glance at her hand, and then the door it's pointing at, and then her hand again, as though confused.

"You expect me to apologize?" I scoff at her.

"Yes, and you will." She glares and I harshly return it.

"I will not." I argue and her teeth clench. Her cell phone goes off and I roll my eyes, for once glad at the time of interruption. She goes in the kitchen to take the call and I lazily flick through the channels of our cable TV. She comes back a few minutes later and the smile she had plastered on her face from whoever called quickly turned downward and her glare focuses on me.

"I have a meeting…" She started.

"What else is new?" I mutter and she growls.

"By the time I get back, you best have gone there and apologized for your behavior!" She finishes and I nod, shaking my hand as if to dismiss her. She rolls her eyes and grabs her purse before starting on another meaningless lecture. I hear her slam the front door, as my final warning, get up and walk to it, locking the top lock in hopes of her not returning home tonight, and lay back on the couch, watching a meaningless show that I amuse myself by mocking.

It soon grows boring and as I get up to get something to eat, I hear a light knock on the door. I arch my brow, I'm not in the mood for Naraku's antics, and it's most likely him, so I almost don't get the door, but in case it isn't, I unlock the top lock and crack it open, blinking when I see Abi there. She's in a red, floral, halter-top dress with a plate in her hands.

"Hi." She smiles innocently and I cock my head.

"..Hi?" I respond, trying to piece the situation together. She fidgets a bit, as though nervous, and holds the plate up a little.

"I made cookies." She offers.

"What is your purpose?" I finally ask, stumped as to why she would be here.

"…I wanted to apologize." She mutters and I blink at her again.

"What for?" I ask skeptically.

"My mother…I know she gets hasty and mean sometimes and…you didn't deserve it, you were just curious…" I notice she's rambling now and clear my throat so she stops. I open the door and hold out my arm, signaling she can go in. She nods and slowly walks inside, looking around the mansion in awe, as though she didn't live in one.

"So you came on your mother's behalf?" I ask as I shut the door and she glances around and nods after catching the question.

"Yeah…I know she wouldn't come by, so I figured I would." She shrugged and I take the plate from her. "They're chocolate chip." She smiled a bit and I nodded and gestured with my hand for her to follow me. She sat beside me on the couch.

"Pillsbury Dough Boy make these?" I ask out of nowhere and she sits on her knees at the other end of the couch as I offer her a cookie. She takes one, breaks it apart and nibbles at it.

"No, I bake sometimes…cook too." She shrugs and I nod, watching the soap opera on TV, but listening to her contently. "My mom's not home very often, so I have to cook for myself and sometimes my step dad." She explains

"Ah, you have a stepfather?" I ask, feeling strangely comfortable with her. Like a weird bond.

"Yeah…he's my sixteenth." She whispered and I snap my neck and look over to her.

"Sixteenth?" I blink and she fidgets a little, obviously uncomfortable now, but nods. "…oh." I frown a little, feeling bad for embarrassing her.

"I've never had one." I try to break the ice again.

"Really? What about your real dad?" She looks up and I shrug.

"He's dead."

"Oh…I'm sorry." She frowns and I sigh.

"He moved on to my stepmother and half-brother before that, though." I explain and she nods, still nibbling on the same freakin' cookie. They aren't that big.

"I never met mines." She frowns more and averts her eyes on the TV. I frown and give her a sympathetic look.

"How are your stepfathers?"

"Some are nice, some are mean, some are drunks, and some aren't." She shrugs and I can tell she's trying to avoid the subject now so I drop it, not wanting to pressure her.

"What about this one?" I ask and she shrugs.

"He's nice when he doesn't drink." She explains and I put the plate half full of cookies on the end table.

"It's Abi, right?"

"Mhm." She crawls to the middle of the couch and watches TV beside me. "What's your mom like?"

"I wouldn't know…she's hardly here." I shrug.

"Oh…mines isn't home a lot either."

"Its mine, not mines." I correct.

"Oh…sorry." She whispers again.

"It's fine." I sigh. I hear a car pull in and look out to see it's not my mother.

"It's my mom." Abi frowns a bit. "I gotta get home."

"Oh…alright." I get up and lead her to the door.

"Thank you...for coming by…" I mutter, not knowing what else to say.

"Your welcome." She waves and stops at the doorway. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

"What for?" I eye her skeptically and she shrugs.

"My mom will be gone all day and…if you're home alone, I thought we could hang out." She shrugs and looks to her feet.

"Alright…so tomorrow?" I ask and she smiles, as though excited and nods. She gives me a quick hug and I tense before waving back to her, watching her cut across her yard home.

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A/N: Chapter Two, short and sweet. Nothing big, but I should've mentioned last chap that this is a friendship fic, and they both have separate relationships later on. Please review.