R for Rare/ Ruler
He always has an uninterested look etched in his face. He never raised his voice, nor shouted as Inuyasha does whenever he is usually ignored, yet the lord always gets the due respect just by his presence. So it confused Kagome to the core when he tried to fit in.
He had tried playing with Rin and Shippo this morning. The demon slayer and the monk had stood frozen to watch the miracle unfolding. Shippo ended up stuttering in every sentence and Rin had given up explaining rules to a game because the lord had said that the game they played was too silly and that there was no meaning or logic in it.
Sesshomaru had actually tried to have a conversation over a cup of tea with the monk and when the holy man had opened his wisdom on pervert-ism, the great lord of west had to restrain his green whip from being emitted unintentionally from the heart of his palms.
The whole concept of Sesshomaru trying too hard to fit in to the group was almost too flattering and endearing its own way. Her heart melted and her insides went goo immediately.
When she had been alone bathing under the light of moon, he gave her one of his rare smiles that he reserved for her and only her. His eyes glowed under the settling mist, her cheeks reddened at his strong gaze. She was his precious little human, so rare and so different.
She understood what made him so rare, so special. He was born for her, lived for centuries just to see her crawl through the magic well. Their bond was so rare, cheating the chains of time.
He was a rare being, born to stand out and lived to rule.
And now she silently believed that he ruled her heart too.
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