Looking around, a small frown settled onto Kagome's face. Her room was prepared, complete and immense. It was humongous. The room, decorated with elegant, gorgous, gigantic furnature made her feel like she didn't belong. As a teenager, a high school student, a miko of decent ability and as an adventurer, she felt like she wasn't supposed to look at things like this, much less live in them. The grandeur of the social and political elite just was so… not her, in any shape, fashion or form. She, being the tiny, guilt ridden miko that she was didn't like being in a room that necessitated a ladder for her to get onto the bed.

"Um… Sesshomaru-sama? Can I have a different room?"

"No, such a room is befitting a lady-"

"But I'm not a lady, Sesshomaru."

"Ah, but you are. You are a lady-"

"No, I'm not. I'm a god's forsaken miko, who more often than not sleeps in the forest, exposed to rain, wind, and the occasional burglar or mercenary. Or if, if I happen to be lucky, I'll get the privilege of sleeping in a cave or crammed into a shack with the rest of my ramshackle group. I do not feel comfortable in a room like this. I'm not used to gigantic rooms with beds big enough to fit a village in it. And another thing, Sesshomaru-"

Before she was able to finish her sentence, Sesshomaru, who is at least a foot taller than the tiny miko, bent down to her eye level, his beautiful silver locks of hair cascading over his shoulder to mingle with her bangs. His golden eyes came into her view, and before she knew what was happening, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her inconspicuously.

She had but mere seconds to calm her heart, which was by now hammering as fast as it could against her ribcage. Resisting the urge to gulp, she shifted her weight between her feet, trying to ignore the blush that began on the bridge of her nose and rapidly flowed down her face and over her neck. The eloquent words that soon followed this strange act from Sesshomaru were almost lost on her, so focused was she on forcing herself to remain blissfully ignorant of the perfection that is Sesshomaru, the scent that he exuded, the muscle culture that could be easily felt through the thin layers of silk that covered his massive frame, the warm flurry of air as it passed deliciously over her ear…

"Miko, despite your own beliefs, you are a lady of considerable respect and stature, figurative, of course. However, seeing as you have made it clear to this Sesshomaru that you would prefer to live in the downtrodden, destitute and squalid living conditions that you yourself have become accustomed to, then this Sesshomaru will see to your needs. I shall have a… hut… built for you to sleep and break fast in, if that is to your liking. It shall be complete by the morrow, so I am reluctant to tell you that you must make due for this eve."

With a curt nod of her head, Kagome scurried away, trying to forget that the whole entire embarrassing episode ever happened, although unbeknownst to her, Sesshomaru was storing away her reactions for future use. Such an oblivious little miko…

"Pretty lady! Jaken is being a doo doo head." Rin cried, holding several broken flowers in her hand.

"Jaken broke Rin's flowers! And then Jaken called Rin un… Un-civel-ishehed!" Rin shouted, waving her arms frantically.

"It's okay Rin. We can pick some more flowers, 'cay?" With a smile, Kagome picked up the still sniffing Rin to take to the gardens, unawares of the ever-knowing eyes of Sesshomaru, following her from his study.

His face broke out in an unwilling smile. Sighing softly, a hand ghosted over his face, attempting to keep his normal façade.

'Oh, give it up Sesshomaru. You're smitten' Sniggered his beast, barely containing his mirth.

"Preposterous. This Sesshomaru does not become 'smitten'" He scoffed, disgusted.

'Ah, and this is why you have been laying at her feet like a love sick puppy? Pathetic. How the mighty have fallen.'

Sesshomaru growled, putting his fist through the shoji door. It didn't bring half as much gratification as he thought it would. There was no blood spattering, or at the very least a crunch. Just a tearing sound as his hand went through the paper. The edges weren't even frayed. Oh, the joy.

~c~

Okay… so this chapter wasn't very inspired. I admit that. I just wanted to create a little (NOT A LOT) of inner conflict in lord fluffy. This is the last chapter before things get heated between Sesshomaru and Kagome, so If you can't read M material, then I suggest you go and vote on my poll. I will post warnings before and after the lemony material comes up, to those who aren't allowed to read it. You can just pretend they kissed.