Annoying Lord
Author: sovandeprins
VVV
Bad Cat
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Kagome dressed after the weather. One size too big rain boots, a long, beige rain coat and of course, a matching shawl. She felt terribly cute and protected from the sudden downfall that had decided to take place.
"You're not going to change?" She asked the lord as she smoothed her hair in front of the hallway mirror. The lord's reflection grimaced (if you can call the slightest wrinkling of his nose a grimace) and Kagome smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead. 'Right, ghost . . . Forgot', she grumbled to herself while stumbling out the door.
Her voice echoed in the stairway as she traveled downstairs and her pink umbrella rattled with her.
"I know you said you used to be some sort of royalty or whatever, which I still doubt it for your information. But, did you ever go out and play in puddles as a child?"
"Shame on you, miko." His own voice didn't echo at all. "I may be a dog at heart, but going out and play was nothing that interested this one."
"Why did you suggest it if you don't want to do it?" She reached the bottom floor and stopped by the door. She glanced over her shoulder.
"Miko."
"What?" She pushed the door and walked outside backwards, only to be showered in gods tears. She squealed and flailed with her umbrella. The darn thing wouldn't open!
"It is raining," he addressed in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I know! Don't you think I know?!" Kagome yelped as she almost slipped and fell into the soaked yard. If it wasn't for the deafening rain, the young woman would've caught the daiyoukai in one of his rare, short, laughs. He cleared his throat, crossed the few meters between them and hunched under the brightly coloured canopy.
"It is raining." Sesshoumaru stated this once more.
"I know." Kagome replied weakly. Through her thick, wet bangs she watched the roll of his jaw. His eyes practically glowed.
"Miko." He leaned closer to her face, an arm snaking around her waist.
"Stop calling me that," she protested halfheartedly. Kagome blinked once, then once more before letting her eyelashes rest against her damp cheeks. She could feel his surprisingly hot breath against her lips and just as she touched his, a pain shot through her leg. "Mr. Whiskers!" she shrieked and kicked at the fat feline.
"Meow," responded the cat as if he hadn't just assaulted her legs. She knelt down to the cat and flicked at his nose.
"Bad Mr. Whiskers, baaaaaaad," she schooled while scratching behind his ear. Sesshoumaru only shifted where he stood, a sound much like a whine escaping his throat.
'Bad indeed . . .'
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