After the lesson, Luna flopped onto the couch with exhaustion. Never before had she managed to fit so much into a single lesson. Part of her wanted to scream that she had lied about that being the most important part of demonic history, yet that was the only part she hadn't been in. The only part she was not involved with in some way, she knew, was the only part safe enough to reveal to everyone. She was old. She knew she was old, but she refused to act her age. Even by demon standards, she should have been aging. But she wasn't, and this was her advantage. 'I almost feel bad about lying through my teeth... but, would Sesshomaru love someone over 16 times his age? I doubt it.'
Sesshomaru had been watching the lesson carefully and had noticed how she spoke, with such detail that signaled that she couldn't have been far from being in it herself. Slowly, he made his way over to the half-demon girl, attempting to prepare himself for everything.
"Hi, Sesshomaru-sama. Am I in your way?"
"No, I wanted to talk to you."
"Famous last words..." Luna rolled over onto her side, grinning mischieviously. "Now, what about?"
"How old are you exactly?" He was not prepared for the slap he received, which knocked him over.
"How rude! You don't just ask a woman her age!" Luna crossed her arms in annoyance. "And I'd rather not say."
Sesshomaru sat up, rubbing his face. "Just wanted to know..."
"Well, it was rude to ask."
"Sorry..."
Luna quietly got up and went to her room, shutting the door as she went.
Sesshomaru sighed. "Seems like there's never a day where I don't piss her off..."
"Well, maybe you should try the passive approach." Kagome sat down where Luna had been.
"Passive?"
"Yes. Maybe not ask her personal things."
"Luna reveals things only when she feels safe enough to reveal them. If she's hesitant to tell you something, it's because she isn't comfortable enough with you yet. Back down, Fido. She'll come to you." Zakura grinned, leaning across the back of the couch.
"Um... Zakura?"
"Yes, Kagome?"
"Why do you have your chin on my shoulder?"
"Personal space issues?"
"A little..."
"There is no such thing as personal space in here. You'll have to get used to it. Also, no such thing as privacy or common decency." Zakura giggled.
Sesshomaru blinked before noticing something. "You're naked, aren't you?"
"Who, me? I'm in a towel."
"Would you please put some clothes on?"
"Like I said, no such thing as common decency."
A loud slap caught their attention. Miroku was on the floor with a large handprint on his face. "Sango! I can't help it!"
"Pervert."
Zakura smiled. "These are my kind of people!"