Disclaimer: All but the plot to this particular story rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Unearthly
The run was not as long as she expected. Unsteady at first, Kagome did not release Sesshoumaru's armor until she felt her senses sturdy.
"Come."
Kagome watched him stride past her, then lifted her attention to the building looming ahead.
Under only the light of the moon, she took in what she could. The house was very large and very traditional- at least, traditional in Kagome's modern-day mind. Though it was made of a dark wood, giving it an eerie feel, it was also undoubtedly beautiful in it's two stories and lavish sculptural detail. From the intricacies outlining the gently curved roof to the slender carved pillars that formed a small patio at the entranceway, no component was left lacking. Despite the overgrown shrubbery and flourishing blossoms that seemed to mold into the sidings, its otherworldly perfection held steadfast. The entire scene looked like a living rendition of the byobu in her mother's room.
Kagome exhaled slowly, enthralled by its splendor. So this is where Sesshoumaru lives.
It was strange to think he had a home. She knitted her brows together, feeling quite guilty at the thought. But she had never placed him in an environment aside from the only one she had ever seen him in- the woods. It seemed as though Sesshoumaru spent much (if not all) of his time either traveling the land with Rin, Jaken, and Ah-Un or arguing with Inuyasha.
But no, he had a home. And funnily enough, the knowledge brought a warmth over her. Frosty as the guy was, everyone deserved a home.
Realizing that she had dawdled long enough to be left alone, Kagome cast a nervous look over her shoulder and scurried down the path towards the pavilion.
(A/N: In case anyone was curious, byobu are Japanese folding screens. And they're very pretty.)