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To the untrained eye, Sesshomaru appeared to be sleeping, but all of his senses were trained on the Shikon Miko.
He knew what she liked and what she didn't, that she cared more about others than she ever would herself, that she was intelligent, as well as innumerous other things about the miko.
He wasn't privy to her private thoughts, her wants, her desires, the other half of who she was.
It had become an overwhelming urge to know what made her… her.
He felt her presence leave behind the insufferable half breed.
This was just the opportunity he needed.
