Disclaimer: All but the plot to this particular story rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Speculation
Kagome swallowed heavily. She tried to avert her eyes but no matter where she looked, his stare would pull her attention back toward him almost magnetically.
Rin was prattling away about her day, holding her jar tightly to her chest with one arm and gesturing frantically with the other. Sesshoumaru nodded periodically, as if on cue, but never once removed his penetrating gaze from Kagome.
She looked down at her lap for what must have been the dozenth time within the past twenty minutes, fists balled. Since he had gotten back, his scrutiny had put her on edge. He had dropped off his kill, changed out of his armor, and immediately put all of his effort into making her uncomfortable. Kagome furrowed her brows. It was getting annoying. She understood that she deserved this... attention- she understood that very well. But the only thing that was keeping her from giving him a piece of her mind was the reminder that he had hunted for everyone; her included.
Sesshoumaru had arrived with rabbits, much to her dismay. Still, she wasn't about to complain; she was honestly grateful for the meals she was provided. And it wasn't as though she hated the meat, it was just tough and tasteless, and usually only appealing when starving. It was just that, of all things that lurked in the woods, one would have thought the great taiyoukai of the West would have hunted down something a little more challenging. Something tastier. But no, he came home with eleven large rabbits. Kagome felt her the corner of her mouth pull a the thought of a feral Sesshoumaru specifically hunting little rabbits.
An unintentional snort escaped her. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she met Sesshoumaru's gaze again. "Sorry," she mumbled.
His eyes narrowed in thought. She was indeed strange. Though he was not one who enjoyed repeating himself, he found himself with that same assessment over and over again; almost like a mantra. The miko was unconventional in many ways. Tilting his head to the side, he wondered if her natural eccentricity was the reason behind her disagreeable teaching methods.
An attendant entered the room with a bow, disrupting Sesshoumaru's thoughts.
"Milord, dinner has been prepared."
Sesshoumaru nodded and cast a quick glance at Kagome, somewhat curious to see if her reaction would be as enthusiastic as it had been when she ate in the woods. Sniffing discreetly, he found no change in her scent.
Kagome watched him observe her and gave him a questioning look. When she noticed no signs of an answer (only a peculiar trace of disappointment flashing across his features), she turned to make her trek to the dining room with a sigh. She hoped Sesshoumaru didn't like rabbits enough to eat them every night.