"It happened again didn't it?" Sesshoumaru asked. He had noticed as soon as she walked into class, she had gotten better at healing herself but it seemed it hadn't been enough.
"What do you think?" Kagome asked as she slowly slid into her seat. She had gotten past trying to lie to him, he knew everything and she no longer cared. He still wanted her around, still sought her out, so she was fine with him knowing. Not like anything he had tried before had benefited her anyways, the only ones that suspected anything was the hospital staff. That hadn't done any good either, so she was just up shit creek without a paddle.
"Why this time?" he asked. Sesshoumaru was close to just going over to her house and murdering the bastard, but then he would land his ass in jail. Then no one would be there to help Kagome, and who knows what her mother was capable of. He loathed the situation, and it seemed the years were getting slower and slower.
"I asked for a dress for prom." She answered. "I got the money, but damn…" she trailed off and absentmindedly rubbing her ribs.
"Why didn't you ask me?" his eyes narrowed, maybe it could've been avoided if she had come to him. He had money, he would've taken her and bought her any dress she wanted. Though he already knew the answer, and it irritated him.
"Because, I just couldn't ask you to spend money on me. It doesn't seem right, you do so much for me already!" she said. She hooked her bag to the little peg, then turned to lay her head on his desk.
"Not near enough, you're still living with THEM." He retorted.
"Sessh, how many times are we going to have this argument?" she asked. "Seriously, I'm fine. I've survived worse remember?"
"But it could've been prevented!" he growled. Then hearing her laugh calmed him in one way, but rubbed him wrong in another. "Why are you laughing at me?"
"You're so cute when you're angry." She said mockingly. Smirking she whirled around in her seat when the teacher walked in, missing his matching smirk. He always liked it when she teased him, well sometimes anyway. There were times when she could get him real good and he had to retaliate, though this wasn't those times. She had mocked him, because normally he would tell her that while she was in a rant. Then it would piss her off even more, so her saying it to him was entertaining. Now, if only he could get her to see that when he said she was cute, he was serious. She was beautiful, and growing more into herself every day. He couldn't imagine the vision she would be when she was eighteen or nineteen, let alone how she was going to look for prom.