H for Hojo
The western lord always had a static frozen expression, well except for the days where he had to turn all red when someone pisses him off real bad, but other than that, Sesshomaru's face is always something to awed at and wonder whether it was carved out of a marble stone.
But this day was all together different.
It was different because there was a constant frown etched in his otherwise beautiful face. His brows were furrowed even more than the usual amount and it looked like there would be a permanent 'V' under his crescent.
Jaken got more than the usual stampings, Rin was ignored a lot, and Inuyasha got tired of one way insults and then stomped off with smokes from his puppy ears.
And why?
Because his miko mumbled in her sleep about a male, thanking him for some stupid notes!
The monk was pulled aside and shoved at the nearest trunk when no one was looking and threatened with enough threats that would last years by the lord.
"My lord, I will answer whatever I know" The monk mumbled, a sweat bleeding in his temples and Sesshomaru inquired on the male's name that was slipped from the miko's lips.
"Oh, he is just Kagome's good friend. Nothing else!"
After repeating a series of threats to the monk to keep the bizarre conversation among themselves, the western lord straightened and the frown was finally lifted.
Later that night, Sesshomaru's face was once again carved out of marble, with his lips quirked up and he dreamt of killing a faceless man in the most malicious way (that was usually reserved for Inuyasha) who kept yelling "Yes I'm Hojo, but why are you killing me Oh mighty Lord!?"
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