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Macho
Sesshoumaru relaxed back into the grass, holding onto the trembling miko. The strange vision had abided not long after it had come, leaving the both Kagome shaken, and him curious.
"Was that of what you were trying to warn me, Priestess? The power that resonated through you was not of this plain; far more powerful than anything I have ever encountered."
She nodded into his chest wordlessly, sniffling in her unhappiness.
Looking down at her, he considered his options. He wasn't sure how he felt about allowing her to live, or if he could even destroy her in the first place; she was too unbalanced with too much untamable power to be left to her own devices. She was a danger to herself and everyone around her should she be free, but he could not cage her.
The animal in him rebelled against the idea of hiding her away somewhere; locked in a room where time could pass as quickly as it wished without harming her delicate mental state more. There was a wildness in her and that alone dissuaded him from the idea; he would keep her, to keep her safe.
He would admit that his decision was partly swayed by the offense to his masculinity that she held such a power within her. Held it but could not grasp it.
But it was more his curiosity. The urge that bordered on need to understand what it was the gods where trying to so desperately protect that was locked inside her head. They had whispered to her their secrets in her ears and she was more for it. More and less.
And he wanted to know why.
Note: See? I'm serious about actually finishing this. Be happy.