Sesshoumaru kept watching her without her knowing, and it didn't take long for to see her father's true colors. Sunday night, he came home in a foul mood. Sesshoumaru could hear him screaming at his wife and daughter from outside, and he was starting to get angry. How could a man call his own child a whore, she was only seven! Then to call the young one ugly, even Sesshoumaru wasn't blind enough to think her unattractive for her age. In fact he had been surprised by the sharp blue of her eyes, it was rather unusual. Then he heard a fight, Kagome was begging her father not to do something. It didn't take long for him to know what it was either, because from the trees outside of Kagome's window he could hear fabric tearing. Heard a fist connect with someone's head, and a small feminine groan.
"Don't fight me bitch!" he heard Naraku say. The screams that followed would forever be seared into his mind, and he couldn't fathom what was happening. The man was a monster, to be able to do THAT to his own daughter was beyond him. The screams lasted for over an hour, then everything went eerily silent. The young dog demon could barely make out Kagome's labored breathing, then the sound of Naraku redressing himself. "Worthless, ugly slut!" he sneered, then left her room. Slamming her door behind himself, then Sesshoumaru tuned him out when he heard another struggle happening with his wife. He could care less about a woman who didn't care for her child, let her suffer.
Sesshoumaru knew the state the girl would probably be in at school the next day, and that night he swore to befriend her. He had no friends at school, he was considered the loner. Though, this one girl's soul was calling to him. Begging to be protected, to be seen and healed, and he was not one to ignore when his beast was telling him something. This would be no different, the girl needed someone, and if it was meant to be him then so be it. He knew he wouldn't be able to protect her all the time, but he also knew that having someone she could confide in would be a start. Something she probably hadn't had before, but for tonight, he would have to leave her in pain and misery. She was already standoffish, he would have to tread softly with her.
With much regret, he turned from her house and darted off for his own, he would speak to his father about what he had heard. Granted it wasn't solid proof, but once he saw what she looked like the next day he would be able to somewhat prove what he heard. Hopefully his father would be able to do something more, maybe even have her removed from the asshole. Though with today's justice system, he wasn't holding his breath.
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