Disclaimer: All rights for Inuyasha are reserved by the brilliant and wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.
Genre: A hint of romance if you squint really hard.
Rating: T
Warnings: Implied violence and blood shed. Also shameless Sesshy Kags shipping.
Summary: If only she could honestly say, that in such moments, Inuyasha was the one to draw her eye.
This one's star is an ashamed teenaged Miko-sama.
Cosmic Connections
It was something she would never admit.
A sharp metallic clang of blade on blade rings in the air before the opponents leap apart.
Wind pulls at fire-rat robes and white patterned silk as they surrender to gravity before leaping off again.
On the sidelines, far from the line of fire, Blue-grey eyes drink in every movement with desperate attentiveness.
Watching Inuyasha fight his older half brother was always a dangerous adrenaline pumping display of physical might and tactical cunning, keen golden eyes always looking for a moment to break through defenses and deal a punishing blow. Silver hair danced, feet digs into the gravel, and muscles bunching under pressure.
Being a Priestess, the clash of youki in the air is harsh on her senses, her very being rejecting the large amounts of dark power that coils in the air. It prickles along her skin in a jarring rush of painful sensation. It stung, but not unpleasantly. It was more like the gentle bite of nails drawing along the surface; A lover's caress. She shuddered in disgust and shame, hugging her arms and running trembling fingers along the goose-pimples that rose there.
With casual grace, a wrist snaps, and light follows the movement with another sharp wave of youki, breaking her concentration.
Kagome cried out in dismay as the whip connects; ripping Inuyasha's sleeve and drawing first blood.
Golden eyes slant inadvertently at the sound, and fleetingly lock with her widened eyes.
Sesshoumaru.
It's always fleeting, but every time her reaction is the same. Breath catches dramatically, and her traitorous heart flutters, wavering in that single almost nonexistent moment of connection.
Awe.
Admiration.
Curiosity.
She was so ashamed; knowing Inuyasha would probably never forgive her for such a thing. However, every single time…
She couldn't bring herself to look away.
FIN
Because Sesshy-sama is just that smexy ;) haha! Just kidding but no seriously...
For documention sake this was origionally posted and written for the live journal community Dokuga_Contest, on April 15th, 2012. And despite scoring a flattering third place in the polls, was forgotten until I un buried it from my archives (whoops)
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