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Kagome slowly opened her eyes and was very quickly reminded of just where she was… in hell. Golden eyes bored into her and she had to turn her head for fear that she might spontaneously combust at the intensity of the stare coming from the kami sitting across from her.
Slowly she put herself into an upright position and grimaced when she slightly turned her foot inwardly causing a sharp pain to shoot up her leg. She looked down at the swollen purple appendage and wanted to cry. Not because it hurt that bad, but her womanly vanity decided that having a swollen purple ankle in front of something that looked like the man across from her was as bad as waking up in the morning with bed head and makeup smeared all over her face.
She berated herself mentally for such frivolous thoughts, and turned back to the kami named Sesshoumaru. "I guess we won't be going anywhere anytime soon huh." She stated sheepishly.
Sesshoumaru just stared at her not bothering to comment on such an obvious statement, instead he stood and walked to the tree where the carcass of his dinner from the night before hung and pulled it down and tossed it at the girls feet. "Eat" Was all he said as he resumed sitting in his spot against the tree.
Kagome looked at the bloody thing at her feet and was sorely tempted to gag. The protruding broken bones poking out of various areas of the body, dried blood on the edges of the tore pieces of flesh, oh and let us not forget the dead black eyes staring blankly at her. She shimmied backwards away from the dead thing and turned her wide 'as if' eyes upon him. "You can't be serious." She stated disgustedly. "It's not cooked and… and.. . it's staring at me." She said as she pointed at it.
Sesshoumaru just stared at her blankly not exactly clear as to what the problem was. Sure the thing was raw, but that was the best way to eat it and granted it had been sitting through the night, but it was still fresh enough to consume. "You will eat it." He stated in a manner telling her that there was no room for argument… or so he thought.
"I can't eat that!" She bit out at him. "If I eat that I will be sick, it has to be cooked, not to mention its staring at me." She said the last part in a barely audible disgusted whisper.
Sesshoumaru was finding that the more time he spent with the girl the more he was tempted to indulge in things he never had the urge to do before, such as groaning, rolling his eyes, or sighing heavily. The girl should be happy that she was getting any substance at all, yet instead of being grateful that he had shared his dinner with her, she complained that it wasn't good enough.
"Well?!" She asked in an exasperated whine.
Again there was that whiney tone of hers telling him that either she gets her way or he would have to suffer her incessant whining about being hungry and him not caring about her well being, which he didn't. She only remained with him so that he could lure out the hanyou filth Naraku, once he killed the hanyou he would rid himself of the girl as well. Yet until that time came to be he was stuck with the mouthy, whiny, and far too insolent female. He could feel the desire to sigh heavily rise up in his chest once again and suppressed it with an inaudible growl.
Kagome watched as Mr. Perfect rose and left the little clearing again, and once again without saying a word about where he was going. "What the heck is his problem anyway?" She asked herself and really hoped that an answer would appear in front of her.
She tried with all her might to avoid looking at the dead deer staring at her, but the more she tried to ignore it the more she was tempted to look at it. It wasn't as if she had never seen a dead animal before, but it was more like a train wreck, you just had to look no matter how much you didn't want to.
Not to mention that there was something about the carcass that didn't sit right with her, aside from its dead stare, and just being dead. No it was the strange marks on its neck that bothered her, they were like teeth marks. She wondered if the kami named Sesshoumaru stole the deer from another animal or were they his teeth marks? It didn't escape her attention that the man did have teeth somewhat like a vampire and that the two biggest puncture marks on the deer's neck were eerily similar to the fangs within the mouth of her companion, if you could call him that.
She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. She didn't want to know how he came to have possession of the dead deer nor did she wish to see him in action of taking down a deer if it was indeed him who had killed the animal. Just as she turned away to keep from staring at the dead black eyes of the animal her 'companion' returned with several pieces of wood in his arms.
Kagome watched as he dropped the wood in front of her and pulled out two stones from the sleeve of his haori and tossed them to her, then turned to claim his spot against the tree once again.
Before Sesshoumaru could even make the move to sit, her voice grated up his spine.
"What am I suppose to do with these?"
Again that whiney tone of hers tempted him to sigh or groan, but he used his superior will to suppress the urge. "You will make a fire."
He was again halted in his progress to resume his position under the tree by the oh so hated voice.
"How?"
Sesshoumaru was incredulous. The human girl didn't know how to make fire?! How did she survive so many years without such basic knowledge? Maybe she was simple. It would explain a lot if she were, but he knew that to be incorrect, for if she was indeed simple she wouldn't speak in a manner telling him that at some point in her life she had been educated. Yet… she was ignorant enough to go and injure her ankle preventing her from being able to walk properly.
The urge to sigh once again reared its ugly head as he stepped up to the girl, kneeled down and began going through the process of creating a fire for her. He hoped that she was at the very least smart enough to watch what he was doing so that she could do this herself when the occasion called for it. Yet, somehow knew that although she was watching what he was doing, she was in no way paying attention to how to do it.
Once he was satisfied that the fire he had started would stay ablaze, he rose and once again made an attempt at resuming his sitting position under the tree, but just knew that he wasn't going to make it. So he stopped in his progress and turned towards the girl waiting for her next bout of neediness and wasn't disappointed in the least when she again with her whiney voice, made her next complaint.
"How am I suppose to cook this thing? I mean look at it. It still has its head on it. Can't you cut it up or something? Or at the very least remove its head so it doesn't stare at me while I eat it." She looked up at him with an expression that said he was the dumbest being in existence.
Sesshoumaru's patience was being pushed to the limits. He was actually surprised that he had lasted this long without shoving his poison claws into her middle and finding enjoyment in watching her die a slow painful death. He moved over to the deer and used his claws to rip the head off the remainder of the body then threw it deep into the forest. He followed that by slicing the meat into smaller pieces, then looked at her with a glare that said one more word from you and you will die, then stood and made for his spot under the tree.
Kagome almost lost what wasn't in her stomach at the sound of the deer's head being torn from its body, then being chucked deep into the forest as if it were no more than a rock. "That's disgusting." She said as she cringed at the kami with the blood on his claws. She was only received with a look that said 'one more word from you and you will suffer the same fate at the deer.'
She watched as he rose and once again made for his spot that he could never seem to get to, and she tried, oh how she tried not to voice her next concern but it couldn't be helped. "Um" She started with a nervous giggle. She avoided making eye contact with him when he turned to face her. "Would it be to much trouble um…" She fiddled with the hem of her skirt and decided to just spit it out. "Could you please get me some water?" She still refused to look up at him knowing full well that he was giving her that glare of death he seemed to favor.
Sesshoumaru raised his hand and let his fingertips glow green, she had to die, just had to, only so he could keep his sanity. He was all set to do her in when she once again halted him in his tracks.
"Never mind I will do it myself. I have bothered you enough already. Sorry." She whispered to him.
Sesshoumaru retracted his poison and watched as the girl lifted herself up to stand wobbly upon her one good foot and attempted to hop in the direction of the stream. She got maybe two hops before her balance left her and she put her injured foot down to keep herself from falling only to fall anyway crying out in pain as she put her weight upon her swollen ankle.
Sesshoumaru caught her before she fully hit the ground only because he didn't need her to injure herself worse than she already was. She was driving him insane as it was, he couldn't imagine what it would be like if she was totally incapacitated. He moved her back over to the spot she once occupied and after setting her down he turned and went off in the direction of the stream.
Kagome sat there feeling terrible that she needed so much from him, and decided that once she was capable of movement on her own once again she would refrain from bothering him unless it was absolutely necessary. There was one thing that bothered her however, and that was as a kami shouldn't he be able to fix her ankle so he wouldn't have to wait on her? Then again this could be part of her punishment of being in hell, although it was a rather strange punishment.
She reached over and grabbed a stick and a piece of meat, then skewered it and held it over the fire for it to cook while she waited for Sesshoumaru to return with her water, if he was getting her water which she assumed he was.
Sesshoumaru returned several minutes later with a bowl made of leaves containing the water the girl had said she needed. He held the bowl out to her and as soon as she took it he made for his spot under the tree, and truly expected to be halted. He was thoroughly surprised that she hadn't said a word to him and figured that she was just waiting for him to finally sit down before she voiced her next complaint.
Once he was situated comfortably under the tree, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was completely exhausted, actually it felt as if he should be exhausted, with all the catering he was doing for the ningen female. Not even his mother was catered to as much as this lowly female, and yet he indulged her every little whim. Granted she did have a few valid points when it came to the things she needed such as the water, but that didn't give her the right to complain about every little detail around her. Before he knew it she would be complaining that his haori was too bright and that he should change it.
Again he had to overcome the need to groan due to the female that was with him. He just knew that this girl was sent to him by his bastard of a father to teach him a lesson and to give the old dog a good laugh at the sight of his ningen hating son being stuck with a ningen, and a needy, whiney one at that. It was just like his father to punish him in such a manner as this, and he truly wished that the old dog was alive so that he could stick the old man with the girl and see just how long he lasted with her.
The girl had a way of pushing a being to the edge of insanity only to bring you back from the brink with her disgusting innocence. How many times since she had awaken had she nearly pushed him over the edge only to give him her 'I'm really sorry for this' look with those big innocent eyes of hers, staying his hand from removing her life from her body.
Then a truly wicked thought came to him. If he couldn't dump the girl onto his human loving father, there was always his half-human, annoying, ignorant and all around useless half-brother he could dump the female upon. That would serve the half-breed right for daring to breathe and to exist. He could imagine the lowly hanyou attempting to put the female in her rightful place only to be whined at to death. He could easily see the hanyou's silver ears bleeding as the girls voice ate away at his brain. Yes that would be an enjoyable site to see indeed.