He was Intoxication at it's finest.

The Lord of the West was, if anything, a contemptuously arrogant demon. His aura commanded an air of obedience, as well as other qualities in which could be easily conquered. His nature was that of a ruler, and as such, he held an atmosphere of aloofness that Kagome herself found to be quite a vexation.

And yet, there was a certain aspect of his nature that pulled some sort of string within her, causing her curiosity to rise. It was as if, behind his haughty behavior, there was some sort of larger image she simply could not grasp, and it's illusiveness caused her great annoyance. Though she reminded herself that he was a ruler, and that any such ruler would strive to attain all the superior attributes that Sesshoumaru himself carried effortlessly, she could not accept his proposals.

Another side of the problem was, of course, his perfection. She could hardly judge a person—or demon, in this case—by their appearance, she knew better, but this was simply preposterous. He was incredibly and astonishingly fortunate when one considered his appearance.

As of recent times, whenever the demon so much as cared to glance at her, her breath caught in amazement at the sheer beauty of his amber gaze. It was true that Inuyasha shared the same eye color as Sesshoumaru, but there was simply so much more to see when it came to the elder brother. So much mystery behind those glowing orbs that it drew her in, much like a predator luring in it's prey.

And that's what she was to him, or so she thought. He was supposed to abhor humans. Despise them, as Inuyasha had so delicately put it. And yet, here he was, offering himself off to her.

She was so utterly astounded the first time he arrived for her, that she couldn't speak a single word. Inuyasha was the one that had ultimately sent him off, every word drenched in anger. Kagome didn't need to make a guess at why the younger brother was so furious. It was one of the half-demon's weak points.

Inuyasha was extremely possessive, and there was no doubt within her that his older brother held the same attribute. So when Sesshoumaru had asked for—well, more like demanded—her, Inuyasha had every provocative to attack. After the miniature battle, the half-demon even had the gall to lecture her about it!

"Listen, Kagome. That asshole is just messin' around with you." Inuyasha started, leaning up against one of the boarded walls of an abandoned house they were using for the time.

"I know, Inuyasha. I'm not stupid." She replied hotly, staring him down from her position across the room. "He's not the hardest person to figure out." Which was, of course, a lie. Sesshoumaru was most definitely not an easy person to read. Sometimes it simply helped calm Inuyasha down when she bad-mouthed his brother.

"I don't get him," Inuyasha continued, "I mean, there are plenty of other, more attractive women out there, even demons! He could have any one of them if he wanted. But he chose you." He seemed to leave an increasingly annoying emphasis on the last word.

A twitch pulled lightly at her forehead as the words of the half-demon sunk in. "So you're saying that, if you were Sesshoumaru, you wouldn't have even looked at me?"

Inuyasha nodded, not seeming to catch his last, fatal mistake. "Yup."

Kagome's eyes grew darker as she continued. "And that would be because there are other women out there that are so much better looking than I am?"

"Exactly." Inuyasha smiled, then hesitated when he caught the strange look in her eyes. "Um, Kagome?"

Inuyasha slept outside of the house for the next couple of nights, and when questioned by Miroku as to why he had marks all over his body, he replied with a simple; "I fell."

Kagome nodded in approval.

Men.

Just gotta learn how to control 'um.