87. Monster
368 Words
"Inuyasha?" Kagome asked hesitantly, her voice trembling. She stared at her friend, but she could barely recognise him.
The hanyou was growling, a constant low and threatening rumble that sent chills down her spine. His eyes were glowing a menacing red, he was showing his fangs, and jagged stripes had appeared on his cheeks.
He was staring at her, every inch a predator. Tessaiga lied on the ground, discarded, as the half demon flexed his sharp claws.
"Inuyasha?" she tried again. "Are you alright?" She extended her hand towards him.
He snarled at her and lunged. She stumbled back, her heart in her throat, and tripped over a tree root.
She fell to the ground, the air leaving her lungs in a painful whoosh. Inuyasha was still coming to her, in a run. She closed her eyes and screamed.
But the blow she was expecting never came. A strong arm lifted her from the ground. Confused, she opened her eyes and looked up. She saw the silvery hair, the pale skin and aristocratic features of a cold, expressionless face, and the armour gleaming in the sunlight. He had tucked her securely against his side, his hold of her was firm but oddly gentle at the same time. Kagome could sense her friend's aura and knew that Inuyasha was chasing after them. He could not match his brother's speed, however.
Sesshoumaru landed on a clearing, a safe distance away from where he had rescued the miko. He set her down on the ground and allowed himself a moment to study the woman. For a second, his piercing amber eyes met the priestess' deep blue ones. This woman was curious. Even in such a situation, she did not show a hint of fear.
Confusion was written on Kagome's face, as she stared at her saviour. Why was he here? Why had he helped her? Why had he looked at her like that, as if giving her a once over to see if she was hurt? He was Sesshoumaru, didn't he hate humans? It wasn't like he actually cared… Could he?
Then, the second was over, and Sesshoumaru turned his back to the miko, just as Inuyasha burst into the clearing.