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Scientific Method
Chapter 19
The Taiyoukai laced his finger down his long silver mane distractedly. His attention was solely on untangling the difficult knots that had formed on his hair while in the warm waters. That was the only drawback of his long soaks, but compared to the benefits it was a low price to pay. As a male who was prone to much sweating he considered frequents baths a must. He hated most body odors and sadly due to the wide gamma of enemies he found at a daily basis too many scents clung to his skin to be comfortable for his sensible senses.
A whine, product of a shiver, drew his attention and he saw the miko sitting by a small fire. Her arms hugged her tiny frame in order to conserve as much body heat as she could but it was not enough. She continued to shiver from time to time pitifully. He considered his next course of action carefully for at least three-minutes before he finally reached a conclusion.
In a fluid movement he stood from the rock he had been sitting on and strode towards the miko. Her brown eyes quickly moved to his form warily and the small cock of her brow made him raise an eyebrow at her imprudence. Unfazed by her display he silently took off his outer haori and handed it to her. Brown eyes strayed from his form to the haori on his extended hand a couple of times before she reached out and accepted it with a murmured 'Thank you.'
He moved away so she could have the privacy she needed in order to take off her damp garments and slip his dry haori on. His feet—oddly enough—took him back to the hot springs. He sniffed the area delicately and a sudden thought strode unbidden into his mind.
He could understand why he didn't act in any suggestive manner towards the miko, for she was human. But…why didn't she react towards him? He knew her heart fluttered and her scent changed when she was around Inuyasha. She liked the hanyou, loved the hanyou, but with him…there was nothing.
Could it be that she saw him as inferior compared to Inuyasha?
A low growl rumbled form his chest before he narrowed his eyes clearly offended. He shook his head and turned back to the camp. He didn't care if she had finished dressing or not. He didn't care about her anyways. Also, whatever she thought of him was rendered null…what could a human possibly know anyways?
Unhelpfully, his beast reminded him that she was indeed a very educated woman.
TBC
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