A/N
This is my story for TheLovelyMiko's Weekly Prompt and Quote Challenge.
I am extremely sorry for the long wait on this. My laptop broke, I got engaged, we moved, I no longer work for the same department, and am in the process of getting hired again, and real life is continuing to throw massive fireballs at me! Still it is no excuse to get behind in the stories, therefore, prepare for a lot of updates!
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any characters associated with InuYasha.
Chapter 14
When Christopher found Kagome later that night, she was pacing up and down like a trapped prey animal in her suite. Her door hadn't even closed all the way, she had been in such a hurry. Her feet were stained with dirt. Apparently, she had lost her heels along the way. Additionally, her hair was in shambles, looking like a nesting ground for birds. Her dress was wrinkled. If Christopher didn't know any better, he thought she might have been an angered hooker who hadn't gotten paid.
"That was fun," he mused, collapsing on her queen bed and awaiting a response. He wasn't expecting a reason, not even an excuse. It had been years - centuries - since he had seen such a display of priestess power. It had been so surprising - so out of the blue, that his own demon was safely hiding in its cage in the dark recesses of his own mind.
"Sort of like a coward," Christopher mused. "You're hiding like a 'lil gopher."
His beast grumbled, but didn't rise to take the bait. So, Christopher continued to wait patiently for Kagome to calm down and explain what had happened. It had been about two hours since her departure. Christopher had done his best when it came to the damage control, but the rest was really up to her and how she made her next appearance. Some guests were now a lost cause, while others stayed and made wagers on how long she would last. It had been quite a blow to their effort, but it was a simple wound.
"I messed everything up!" Kagome shouted, throwing her hands in the air and tugging at her ebony tresses in frustration. "Lost control - I never lose control! That damned dog! That damned spider!" She screamed, stomping her foot against the carpeted floor, probably waking the poor soul below.
"I have done my best to fix it." Christopher stated in hopes it would calm her down. She was getting worked up for no reason, and he was sure it wouldn't help their cause if she continued to pace up and down the hotel room. "A few have already departed, but I have still secured more than the desired headcount for tomorrow's event."
She paused, turning to stare at him with one eyebrow arched. Finally, Christopher had grabbed her attention. Kagome tilted her head to the side, licking over her lips. "What are you talking about?" She asked.
Christopher closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, trying not to grow frustrated with her. "Kagome..." He trailed. "It will be fine. I have handled it," he noted. "Now, if that isn't what you were pacing over... What happened to you?"
A flush broke across her cheeks at the mere reminder of what had happened. Instantly, warmth spread through her at the memory of his touch, taste, and need. Sesshomaru had kissed her as if she were his main source of life. "I-I don't think you need to know."
"Amuse me," Christopher grumbled, eyes dull. He didn't look interested, yet Kagome knew he wanted to know to see if he could use it to their advantage. "While you're at it, tell me what caused your little power trip."
Kagome sank on the bed beside him, falling backwards until her head hit the mattress. "It was childish," Kagome pouted as she thought back on it. naraku had gotten a rise out of her by using her weakness, which happened to be a certain dog demon.
"I'm quite sure of that," Christopher answered quietly. "Usually the biggest fights are over something extremely trivial. Now, continue."
Kagome huffed at his urgency. Rolling her eyes, she felt humiliated. "It's sort of a long story," she whispered. "A few days ago, I went to see Sesshomaru. I had to sign some papers in order to become Rin's legal guardian, and Sesshomaru had held them over my head, forcing me to go to lunch with him."
"A tragedy, I"m sure," Christopher teased, eying his fingernails as if he didn't care for what she had to say. "So, the hanyou is the cause of this? Hmm, should have known."
"She's not," Kagome quickly defended, feeling maternal for her quick reaction. "When I was there, Sesshomaru apologized and-and told me that he still wanted me. He wanted to confess his faults so I could stop trying to interfere with this. I knew there would be some underlying issue. Still, Kagura was there, I'm quite sure she overheard."
"This relates to tonight's incident?" Christopher wondered, hoping to see some kind of connection. As he listened to her story though, all he could think about was punishing Sesshomaru. The damned dog demon had no idea what he had lost, ho stupid he had been in making his decisions.
"I don't know. I figured Sesshomaru had come to realize he didn't care about Kagura. Maybe he had been infatuated with her at the beginning. Anyways, I figured he would be happy, not care what others thought and for once do something he wanted. Sesshomaru always goes and does what's right for his father and company," Kagome ranted. "Well, anyways. Naraku had come up and blatantly reminded that our conversation was useless and that Sesshomaru had learned nothing. They set the date. I was still raw from that conversation, and having just spoken to Sesshomaru I still felt as if there was hope he would be happy. I just panicked."
Silence was thick in the room between the two. Christopher released a yawn as he thought over her words. She had tried to come up with an excuse, but he saw right through it. Kagome had hoped Sesshomaru would choose her, come to her, like a young girl in love. Naraku's words had been the knife cutting through that hope, severing all thoughts about her fantasy. Daitaru shook his head as he thought about it. Those dogs had a track record of ruining women.
"Then, afterwards?" Christopher asked, referring to her state. When Kagome's eyes glanced away from him, he chuckled. "I did not simply forget in the last two minutes."
"One could only hope," Kagome sulked, sitting up and running her hand through her hair. "Must look like a mess." Christopher nodded in agreement, earning another glare from the woman.
"Sesshomaru carried me out. I tried to get away from him. I was angry and practically running with no destination." Kagome mumbled as she remembered the events. "He-He kissed me."
"Further complicating things," Christopher growled, not at all happy with the events. At first, Kagome had approached him with the intentions of climbing to that same power and challenging said dog demon. How would she do that if she still loved him? A feeling written across her face at the moment.
"Yes," she admitted, holding her face in her hands and leaning over. A few moments later, the scent of tears infiltrated his senses. Quietly standing up, Christopher ran a hand through his black locks. "Where are you going?" Kagome asked, slightly curious.
"To see a dog demon," Christopher answered simply. "Daitaro and I have a meeting."
Kagome's eyes widened slightly. "Where? Why?" She asked, feeling as if she had just told her secret to the wrong person. "Are you going to..."
"No," Christopher returned instantly, as if knowing what her question was. "Kagome, you tell me these things in confidence, right? I will not rattle off your troubles. I am more loyal than that, I would like to think," he grumbled, straightening his tie in the mirror and sending a charming smile her way. "I would invite you, but you are not allowed where I am going."
"One of those demon-only places?" Kagome wondered. She had always been curious, but had been warned throughout her life to not go snooping. She remembered the one time she had tried. Sesshomaru had actually tried to sneak out in the dead of night, but Kagome always woke when he did. She had followed him so far as the parking lot, a total of one flight of stairs, before Sesshomaru had forced her back into her cheap apartment with an angered looked on his face. It told Kagome that these places were definitely not for humans, especially ones who held priestess powers.
"Exactly," Christopher answered. "So, you will have to stay here and mind the castle."
Kagome's eyes narrowed, but she shrugged her shoulders and stood up to follow him to the door. "Thanks for listening," Kagome added with a soft smile. "I know you didn't have to hear it, but you listened and I feel a lot better now."
Christopher shrugged his shoulders, brushing off his hidden nice nature with a mere flick of his wrist. "We are partners and as such I should know what is going on," he proclaimed, yet Kagome saw a distant flicker in his eyes, one that always arose when she spoke about dog demons.
"D-Did someone you love... Did something happen to them?" Kagome asked, feeling as if she were suddenly crossing into dangerous territory. The way his eyes suddenly narrowed confirmed her feeling.
"I listened because you needed to talk," Christopher nearly growled. "You don't need to hear me talk about past transgressions. Have a good night, Kagome."
The door clicked shut. Kagome scoffed at the sour attitude before disappearing into the bathroom. She gasped at the mirror, seeing herself and wondering why Christopher hadn't told her to disappear from his sight. She was an absolute mess from smeared make-up to knotty hair. Urgently, she turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes.
"Jesus, you look like roadkill," she reprimanded as she stepped under the water's magical prowess. The droplets of water were warm against her skin as she ran her hands through her hair and tried not to let her mind wander. It wasn't easy when all she could think about was Sesshomaru's kiss.
Once out of the shower, she grabbed on a pair of gray slacks and a green shirt that hung low in the front. There was no way she was going to sleep, even if it was a few minutes from midnight. Grabbing her purse off the counter and checking her reflection in the mirror, she left the room and made her way to the downstairs bar.
"Red wine?" Kagome asked. She had never considered herself a hard liquor kind of woman, always preferring the complexity a wineglass offered. It was a treasure to her, with all the different flavors to cherish.
The bartender slipped her glass in front of her wordlessly, obviously not much for conversation. She didn't mind. She had talked more than enough between sesshomaru and Christopher. Closing her eyes, she savored the treat, enjoying the sensation of alcohol spreading through her body.
Glancing around the bar, she was thankful she didn't see anyone from the night. Now that she thought about it, she was sure they were all at the club Christopher had mentioned. The one she wasn't allowed to. Kagome scoffed, "They can have their stupid club."
As the soft jazz continued to play through the quiet and practically empty bar, Kagome refilled her glass several times until she could feel the familiar buzz. "What time is it?" She asked, closing her eyes and repeating the question through her mind to make sure she had gotten it right.
"Fifteen 'til one, ma'am. Are you done?" The bartender inquired as he leaned against the counter. Kagome almost got dizzy as she watched his thumbs dance across his mobile device. Figures, even the typical bartender was ruined by cell phones.
"You know, bartenders are supposed to be the greatest therapists," Kagome reprimanded as she shook her head and straightened up in her seat. "Stupid technology," she grumbled, reaching for her wineglass for another tempting sip.
"I believe you would be out of work without technology."
"Oh, go away Sesshomaru," Kagome snarled, turning around to meet his amused gaze with a glare. "Go and crawl back to whatever kennel you came from."
"Your insults are always creative," he murmured, sitting on the bar stool beside her. Kagome eyed the bartender, waving her hand in a way that told him she was officially done. "You had a point tonight."
"Of course I did," Kagome snapped, feeling as if she needed to defend herself against this dog demon. She was still raw from earlier, nerves still fried from the emotions he had caused to rise back to the surface. "Haven't you learned anything from being with me? It's that I always have a point."
"How much have you drank?" Sesshomaru wondered, a delicate brow arching in amused curiosity. She could see the entertained sparkle in his golden eyes, making her feel even worse. Now she was a stupid show for him.
"Not nearly enough to deal with you," Kagome muttered under her breath. Shaking her head to sober up some, she pushed herself off the stool when the bartender approached her with the tab. Before she could grab it though, Sesshomaru's larger hand covered it, pulling it away from her.
"Another one," he told the bartender, who eyed him suspiciously. Sesshomaru held out a considerably high bill of money which the bartender took greedily, nodding his head and pouring him and Kagome both a glass.
"Sit down," Sesshomaru ordered in a tone that held no room for arguing. Kagome huffed and plopped back down onto the stool. "Your loss of control, it was caused by Naraku?" Sesshomaru clarified.
"I thought we had already talked about this," Kagome mumbled, ignoring the temping glass of wine. It was ruined now. Sesshomaru had ordered that glass and she felt as if she shouldn't touch it. Kagome had already let her guard down around him, and she needed to fix it. She needed to remember that he had been her source of pain and motivation. Sesshomaru's stupid decisions had gotten her here, and for that she wouldn't forgive him.
"You changed the topic." His voice was low after he downed the last bit of the wine and waited for the bartender to refill it. Sesshomaru had never been much of a drinker, saying that alcohol affected his senses too much. Kagome eyed him warily, feeling as if something had gone wrong.
"What happened with your father?" She asked. "Did you tell him what happened? Why are you drinking?" She pressed on. When he had first arrived, hovering over her shoulder and toying with her, she figured he had scented her at the bar. Now, she felt as if he were drinking his own troubles away.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes glanced her way, and she knew she had hit the mark. Sesshomaru, usually unreadable to anyone else, but never unreadable to her. A soft pang of emotion caused a throbbing pain to erupt in her chest. Why did it hurt so bad to remember how good they had been together? Kagome hid the answer somewhere in the back of her mind before she could hear it.
"He is … troubling, right now," Sesshomaru confessed. "It was hard for him to see you act out so rashly. When Christopher got involved, my father almost lost control."
Kagome blinked, not quite sure she had heard Sesshomaru right. "Act out?" She repeated. "I-I acted out rashly..." Shaking her head, Kagome ran a hand over her face and into her hair. "Is that what you think? I acted rashly. I am just a little girl hurt and confused..."
"No." His answer was quick, decisive, something that caused her to startle. She eyed him, wondering if he would continue. "I'm sure you thought this all out."
"Daitaro's being the jerk here. He had no right to drag that woman into any of this. It'd been almost fifteen years since I've last seen her. I didn't appreciate the attack. He's the least supportive of anyone. Even you will talk to me," Kagome grumbled.
"Why wouldn't I?" Sesshomaru wondered, inhaling her scent once more. It felt right to be right beside her, talking and listening to her. Kagome's answer to his question was a narrowed gaze that reminded him of what he had done. He had ruined her ability to enjoy life. He knew that. Kagome was no longer the carefree spirit that looked at life with more optimism than a monk. Now, she was guarded, calculating and pessimistic. He had done it to her.
His thoughts turned away from that question, turning to the next one. There was one thing he had come here to talk about, apart from grabbing a drink and forgetting about what his father planned to do. "The kiss..." The mere reminder of it caused his throat to constrict with nerves. He was scared to talk about it, face the reality of what had happened. He wanted to treasure it, remember the way she had tasted and reacted. Her delicious moans and the way her hands had gripped him as if she were holding on for dear life reminded him of what he had years ago, when he had been so happy without realizing it.
"Won't happen again." Her words were strict. A warning went off in her blue eyes. "Sesshomaru, I don't understand what you're doing. You need to make up your mind."
"What are my options?" Sesshomaru returned hotly, almost snapping in his frustration. Even if he left Kagura, Kagome would never take him into her arms again. "What if I told you I wanted you again?"
Her fingers tightened at her sides into clenched fists. Her jaw tensed. He saw her reaction and felt his heart skid to a near stop. It was the only answer he needed. "That's not one of your options. Be happy, or don't be. Kagura doesn't make you happy, so leave her and find your own happiness."
The golden eyes were searing as they stared into her sapphire orbs. Kagome felt as if he were reading her like an open picture book. "What if I've already found it?"
Warmth spread through her. She felt like the schoolgirl that had fallen for him in the first place. He made her feel as if there were no worries in the world, he would shield her and protect her from everything. She opened her mouth to retaliate, a defensive strike on the tip of her tongue. The shrill cry of his phone rang through the bar, startling most of the patrons with the high pitched tone.
Kagome used it as a thankful distraction. She slammed a stack of bills on the counter, nodded to the bartender and stood up, eyes already targeting her escape route. Clawed fingered dug into her arms, halting her.
"What?!" Kagome shouted, feeling her heart race at the touch. The sensation that shot through her at the feeling of his fingers against her flesh was indescribable. The look in his eyes told her what she needed though. Something on the call had been important, and it had effected her as well. "What is it?" She asked worriedly.
"We have to go," he growled. His tone serious, no emotions written across his face. He was focused and concentrating. Kagome followed him wordlessly through the lobby and to the valet. A line of taxis were eagerly awaiting them and Sesshomaru picked the closest one, pushing Kagome into the back beside him.
"Sesshomaru, you're going to have to explain to me what's going on or else I'm going to accuse you of kidnapping," Kagome muttered, reaching into her own purse for her phone. It would be nice to cling to something she could count on. If she needed to, she could place a quick call to Christopher or Koga.
"It seems as if both of our allies found a better enemy." His golden eyes were narrowed. His riddle hard for Kagome to decipher. "Daitaro and Christopher were in a fight."
Numerous questions crossed Kagome's mind. They were both high ranking and powerful demons, so she knew neither one had been dumb enough to kill the other. Therefore, it was likely that there was nothing to panic about. "Who won? Why are we going? Can't they deal with it?" She asked.
"They got into a fight with Naraku." He sounded irritated now. Kagome knew why. Naraku wasn't high ranking, which meant he didn't need to think out his actions, although he was calculating, which probably meant he had planned some sort of thing out.
"So..." Kagome trailed off, waiting for Sesshomaru to look at her. When he did, she repeated her earlier question. "Who won?"
"We'll know when we get there. Myoga called, and I do not know if it is over." The memory of the short assistant sparked a giggle in Kagome's mind. Of course the flea demon would be the one to call like a coward for back up. Kagome leaned back in her seat, trying not to seem as worried as she was. The addition of the spider demon was less than lovely. Naraku didn't sit well with her.
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of what looked to be an abandoned building. A foreclosed sign sat in the window of the shop. Sesshomaru tossed another bundle of money to the driver, helping Kagome out of the car and leading her to the door. "Seriously? This is the underground club? I expected more..." Kagome's words died when she felt an explosion of demonic energy so big it caused both her and Sesshomaru to cringe.
He grabbed hold of her, pushing through the door. Kagome head exploded with pain at the drastic change. Bright, flashing lights flashed through the club. The sound of irritating rave music pulsed until the ground beneath her feet shook. "What the hell is this? Don't you demons have sensitive hearing?!" Kagome shouted into Sesshomaru's ear.
Sesshomaru shot her a glare, pushing her through a crowd. Kagome felt as if she had just fallen down the Wonderland rabbit hole. Seconds earlier, they had been outside a vacant building on a quiet street, now it felt as if they were in Japan's most popular red-light district.
Another blast of demonic energy rippled through the crowd. Kagome heard several gasps and awes as demons parted for them. Most of them eyed Kagome as if she were meat while others eyed her as if she were the plague. "I'm not supposed to be here," she muttered so Sesshomaru could hear.
"Myoga told me to bring you," Sesshomaru returned, causing Kagome's confusion to double. What could she possibly do in a place filled with demons? Sesshomaru pushed another door open. Once it clicked shut, the music seemed to disappear. The hallway was dimly lit, but exposed what Kagome needed to see. The large ballroom was filled with sofas and loveseats that had probably been decent looking. Now, they were shredded.
The raw sense of power made Kagome rehearse her lessons from childhood. She swallowed thickly, reaching up to rub the glowing pink orb that sat between her breasts. Her power was growing defensive, and she couldn't allow another lapse of control.
Yet, she stared before her at the scene. The two daiyoukais and lower ranking demon were in an all out brawl. Claws, fangs, and summoned swords flashed in the light. Snarls and growls were terrifying. Kagome watched as Christopher's slashed at Naraku, who had been busy blocking one of Daitaro's swords. It landed on the spider's shoulder, causing blood to splatter along the ground. Kagome was sure that hadn't been the first drop spilled.
Myoga scurried over to Sesshomaru. "I didn't know who else to call. Lord Sesshomaru, you must stop them before the Pacific daiyoukai gets here. It will not look good..."
Sesshomaru pushed Myoga out of the way, moving both him and Kagome closer to the battle. "Stop them." His golden eyes stared at her, causing Kagome's own eyes to widen.
"Pardon?" She choked out, unable to tear her eyes away from the battle as Naraku landed a devastating blow on Christopher. He seemed to recover quickly though.
"Stop them. As if they were Inuyasha and I, end it. If I interfere it will look bad on my father," he whispered lowly. "That is why Myoga wanted me to bring you. You could stop it."
Taking a deep breath, Kagome unclasped the necklace and clutched it in her hand. Without the helpful seal on her power, she felt like a goddess able to wreak havoc on the Earth. For now, she would settle on three demons. The unleashed power swirled around the room, the pink energy following her desires. Three tendrils of raw, priestess energy slammed into the battle. Christopher, Daitaro, and Naraku went flying in opposite directions, stopping only because the wall was strong enough not to crumble at their impact. "Should I stop?" Kagome asked.
Sesshomaru assessed the demons. Daitaro had calmed down. Christopher seemed to sulk. Naraku still seemed violent with his red orbs staring at the two daiyoukais. He was sure the spider had caused all of this. "Yes." He answered.
Kagome's powers retreated into thin air, disappearing as if it was no more than a spring breeze.
Sesshomaru stared at the woman beside him. She was trembling from the abundance of power she had released. Kagome had need it though to control two daiyoukais.
"Are you three children done?" Sesshomaru grumbled, trying not to stare at Kagome's shivering form. Her power always caused this. Shrugging off his coat, he wrapped it around her shoulders. He was sure any other time she would hand the jacket back, but she clutched it to her, hoping it would help her warm up quickly. Her priestess energy always made her feel cold, even now her teeth chattered violently. "Go sit down," he whispered.
"Everything's covered in blood," Kagome hissed out, the words shaky. Unfortunately she was right, Sesshomaru confessed as he eyed the furniture. Most of it had some sort of blood pattern on it.
Christopher was, to Sesshomaru's surprise, the first one to move. The European demon shook his head and pushed himself off the wall. One of his arms looked to be dislocated and his eye was swollen shut.
His father didn't look much better, although the dog demon had selfishly kept his face from being marred. His jacket, long destroyed, was gone. His shirt torn and hanging on the waistline of his pants. Three gashes were diagonally swept along his torso, blood still seeping from the wounds. He only stood there, staring at his son as if Sesshomaru had committed taboo by bringing Kagome here.
"Leave, Naraku," Christopher spat angrily, eying the smirking spider demon. Naraku was gathering his belongings, looking the worst out of all of them. Yet, as he left, Kagome caught the smirk on his face and the look of triumph in his eyes.
"Should we go back, Kagome?" Christopher asked stiffly. To her amusement, the demon looked somewhat embarrassed as he stared over her shoulder at the wall behind her.
"Sit down," Kagome got out, gesturing with her head to the only sturdy piece of furniture left. She walked over to it, sliding her arms into the sleeves of Sesshomaru's jacket and patting the back of it. When Christopher didn't move to follow, Kagome repeated it with a sterner voice, yet it still shook. "Sit!"
Christopher sighed as if he were a child and retreated to the seat. Kagome brushed the charcoal hair back from his face, covering his bruise eye with her hand and allowing her power to caress it. As she waited for the healing to be over, she released a yawn. It had been a few years since she had exercised so much power.
Pulling her hand away from his face, brushing a strand of hair on the way, she grinned at her work. "Good as new," she muttered. "The arm is going to have to pop back in though."
Christopher blinked his eyes in shock. His lips twitched, and for a moment, Kagome didn't know what he was doing. She realized soon that he was uncomfortable, not wanting to say thank you but wanting to show gratitude. Kagome chuckled under her breath. Demons, they all seemed to be like grown up children.
She eyed Daitaro, still leaning against the wall and staring at his son. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she made her way of to the dog demon. His golden eyes flickered to her and narrowed. "Don't," he growled.
Kagome step didn't falter as she continued. "I don't expect anything in return when I help people," she proclaimed with a smirk. "Is this one of those things I keep from Izayoi?" She asked. When Daitaro's eyes widened, Kagome took it as her moment to move.
Her powers seeped into the wounds across his body. Daitaro glared at her, but knew it was pointless to argue now that she had started. "Don't tell her," he confessed, causing Kagome to nod.
"What was this little battle about?" Kagome asked, fighting another yawn. Her hand shivered above his wounds as another ripple of coldness shot through her. Sesshomaru's jacket couldn't seem to keep her warm now.
"You." Christopher stated from his seat beside her. She turned to see him flexing the arm that had previously been limp at his side. He leaned his neck to one side, the echoing sound of a crack causing Kagome to wince.
"Me?" She clarified, turning to look at her progress with Daitaro. The dog demon's golden eyes were downcast as they watched his skin close under the curtain of blood. "Do I want to know what was said?" Kagome slurred, turning around and beginning to head back towards the door.
"Probably not," Daitaro answered. "I know you're going to ask anyways." The older dog seemed annoyed, picking what was left of this shirt from his waistline and tossing it to the ground.
"I don't think I want to know then," Kagome answered stiffly. To be honest, she was too tired to care at the moment. Her power was lose and circulating through her, and it felt as if she had ran five miles in the last twenty seconds. She stepped up to Sesshomaru. "Will you?" She whispered, looking at Sesshomaru. When the dog demon arched one of his brows, she lifted her trembling fist.
The orb that sat in the palm of her hand still glowed on the chain it was attached to. The small sphere had been made for her after she had been given to Daitaro from her mother. It was a a vessel that helped her channel and control her powers through. With it off, she was able to manipulate her power freely. With it on, she didn't have to be on guard and under control twenty-four hours, seven days a week. Unfortunately, sporadic mood changes, like the one earlier, caused her power to flare regardless of where the jewelry was.
Nodding stiffly, he grasped her hand to steady it and grabbed the chain. Pulling it around her neck, he found himself staring at the way it sat, tempting him between the two breasts. He locked it in place beside her neck, forcing himself to step away. Just as he turned to his father though, he saw Kagome's body give out from the corner of his eyes.
He moved to catch her, but Christopher made it there first. A strange feeling of sudden possessiveness took over. "I will take her back, since I brought her," Sesshomaru suggested.
"I believe she is my responsibility," the European daiyoukai returned, cradling Kagome in his arms. "She'll return your jacket later," he added, turning away from Sesshomaru and heading towards the door.
Sesshomaru made a move to follow, but his father stopped him. "Sesshomaru," he barked out. When Sesshomaru stopped, he felt as if Kagome didn't deserve him. She had lectured him earlier about his inability to do what he wanted - having always listened to his father. Kagome had been correct. Frustration seeping out of every pore, he turned around to glare at his father.
"Not now," Sesshomaru growled angrily. Quickly, he rushed through the door after Christopher, catching him through the crowd. "L-Let me take her." He had never been in a situation where he needed to beg, but it felt as if this would be it.
He had usually been the one to catch her after she expelled energy. Usually it was between him and Inuyasha fighting, or when she lost control and fainted. To see some other male carrying her when she was so helpless made him feel desperate to get her back. The daiyoukai didn't respond until they had left the building. The street still eerily quiet.
He turned to Sesshomaru, eying the dog demon. "Do you know what happened between your father and me?" Christopher wondered.
"You two were in war between your territories," Sesshomaru answered. "You lost."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head at the damned dog's father. It seems as if Daitaro couldn't trust anyone, not even his son. "I lost. That is for sure. So, tell me, are you really going to mate with Kagura, or are you going to break free from Daitaro's leash and try a little harder?" He questioned, wondering how far he could tease Sesshomaru.
Apparently, not long at all. The dog demon released a growl and narrowed his golden eyes. "I will ask you once more-."
"You will ask me as many times as you feel is necessary," Christopher interrupted. "You want to carry Kagome because that is what you do. I saw it earlier in the lounge that you came to her rescue like the knight in shining armor. So, you will ask as many times as you must to get her. Correct?"
Sesshomaru's jaw clenched shut. Finally, he released a jerky nod. "Here then," Christopher sighed out, handing the woman over. Sesshomaru took her into his arms, feeling as if he could relax again. Looking up to the demon, he blinked when found himself alone.
Staring back at the woman in his arms, her ebony tresses blocking her eyes, he released a smile and pushed off the ground. Landing on the rooftop, he inhaled her scent, pulling her tighter against him as he summoned his hovering cloud and took off in the direction of the hotel.
Christopher watched Sesshomaru fly past him. Shaking his head, he dug his hands into his pockets and whistled a tune absently. "What am I doing?" He wondered. It had taken off guard to see Sesshomaru's protectiveness, yet it had been the answer to the question he had been wondering. How much did the dog demon care? Apparently, Sesshomaru didn't care though. He loved.