Disclaimer: All but the plot to this particular story rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Requests
Kagome blinked at him. "My assistance?"
"Hn," came his ill-defined reply.
She tilted her head at him, waiting for further explanation. After all these years, she supposed she owed him a favor or two. Her gaze inadvertently shifted to the empty sleeve on his left, billowing out in the wind. A light blush flitted across her cheeks as she realized she was staring at what must have been a daily reminder of prospective weakness for him. Not that he was prone to failure because of his loss, or that he was weak. It was simply a memory of a life changed, and not necessarily for the better. And it was partly her fault, which made her wince inwardly.
Catching his eye again, she also realized she'd been caught.
"If you are incapable of committing to conversation, I will no longer waste my time."
Her temper spiked faintly and she lifted her chin. "You're the one not talking. Grunts are not words, Sesshoumaru-sama."
Sesshoumaru noticed the flare in her emotions. His brow twitched. Insolent.
"Do you accept my request or do you not?"
Kagome crossed her arms over her chest, now quite vexed. "You still haven't told me what you want, you know."
He stepped closer, causing her to slowly drop her arms as she eyed his feet with raised eyebrows. When she looked back up at him, she could no longer see his face with clarity. The setting sun burst its final rays in an aura around Sesshoumaru's dark figure, sensing a sensation of uneasiness through her. She squinted to make out at least the markings on his cheek.
He clenched his jaw, then spoke before he changed his mind. "I require a tutor to instruct Rin on the nature and habit of a human female."
(A/N: See how quick I was? Surely now you see the benefits of short chapters. It suits my short attention span.)