Disclaimer- All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Author's Note- This oneshot was created for the prompt 'Fringe' on Dokuga_Contest. It won first place for the Fringe contest.
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Strong hands dragged over delicate skin. The miko probably believed it to be innocent, as she always did. Most of the others, however, understood its meaning.
How one managed to remain in such a state of innocence baffled the young woman's observer. She was, after all, of the age to start producing heirs. Surely she knew the hidden message intended by such an intimate caress.
He understood her to be of the future, but times could not have changed that drastically. There must still be some innate sense, some type of instinct left within the future human species.
Unless, perhaps, they have found another way to secure offspring.
An interesting thought, but not one even he could see as being a part of the future. There was far to much pleasure to be had in the process of achieving offspring. Surely a whole species would not repress something so natural.
Deceivingly impassive eyes returned their focus on the object of thought.
A slight frown appeared on her face as she glanced at the male currently before her. She looked to be slightly uncomfortable and a tad exasperated. She fidgeted a little, moving a small distance away from her admirer.
It seems she does understand the meaning. A narrow smirk tilted lips. Apparently she is still not interested.
He had watched her reactions to everything for some time now. She drew his attention, no matter how he wished she did not. She was gravity. Always present and pulling him closer.
Attempts had been made on his part to release his mind from her hold. Every time he found himself unweighted by thoughts of her he was inevitably brought crashing back.
At first he had ignored the pull and pushed all thoughts of the female from his mind.
It is only a passing curiosity.
Soon indifference had turned to rage as his conscience was ensnared by her unusualness. His every fleeting thoughts where plagued by her.
The mighty and terrible demon lord spared no mind to such lower beings. They were a means to an end at best, insignificant and unworthy. Except Rin who he gave a grudged pardon.
The miko seemed to be fated to prove otherwise.
Haltingly he had allowed his curiosity to grow. Collecting and categorizing information from her had become a sort of hobby for his mundane existence. Her odd views and genuine caring nature brought something new to his otherwise black and white view of the world. Bright splashes of color slowly started to creep onto his stark canvas of reality.
She was like a poison, one which his distinguished pedigree had not equipped him with immunity for.
Kagome...
The intruding male ran a calloused hand down the mikos smooth skin as he closed the gap created by her. As he leaned down toward her head he took a long inhale of her scent. The scent caused a shiver to pass over his body before he brushed his lips dangerously close to the woman's ear. Deadly fangs flashed as the wolf demon whispered softly to her.
For a moment something twisted inside the normally stoic watcher, something he could vaguely name as jealousy. Even from his current position on the fringe of the clearing he had heard what was whispered. The fingers on his one remaining hand flicked outward slightly, but it was the only physical display of the demons displeasure. No one noticed.
"Oi, you bastard! Get your fucking paws off Kagome! How many times does she have to fucking say it? She doesn't want some stinkin' flea bag for a mate."
Ah, what eloquence my dear little brother displays. It is no wonder the mongrel pays no heed.
Sesshoumaru had placed strict rules upon himself when it came to interacting with the miko. Simply, there was to be no interaction unless it could not be avoided. He decided then. There would be a disregard to one of his own self instituted restrictions.
"The miko has stated her wishes before, wolf." came his crisp comment. It startled the group. If the wolf prince retained any working cells within his head he would let sleeping dogs lie. Literally.
Kouga's body stiffened as his hand dropped from Kagome. The scent of his surprise drifted upon the light breeze. Obviously, the demon lord was the last person the wolf had expected to offer him advice. Kouga's clawed hands curled into fists and he turned to face Sesshoumaru.
A cruel smile appeared on the daiyoukais face as he looked Kouga directly in the eyes.
The whelp does not seem to know who he is challenging
With a sudden flare of his formidable youki Sesshoumaru won the vying for dominance. Kouga dropped his eyes and stepped further away from Kagome.
"I'll catch you later." was Kouga's departing message as a violent whirlwind hid the wolf from view as he left.
A grateful sigh was released as Kagome relaxed.
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama. I... appreciate your help. If Kouga-kun wasn't a friend I swear I'd strangle him. He just doesn't take no as an answer!"
He stepped closer to her as she babbled on.
"You are welcome, Kagome."
Hooded gold eyes stared into wide sapphire eyes. A faint gasp escaped the miko's lips before her face flushed with a brilliant red color.
He was done restraining himself.