Kagome sucked in a breath, letting almost all of it out before sliding effortlessly into the next position, the string of her bow snapping and sending the arrow into its target.

Another deep breath, another snap; she emptied her quiver, each arrowhead sinking deep into the wood of the painted canvas. Finishing the set, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow, she rolled her shoulders, taking another cleansing breath.

"Now you are just showing off."

She'd felt him coming, the tantalizing buzz of his youki signalling his arrival, and she turned with a grin. "You say that like you're impressed."

"It is hard not to be." Sesshoumaru stepped into the room, suit jacket draped over one arm, blue tie loose around his neck. "Are you ready to go?"

"Give me five minutes, and I will be," she said, removing her braces before collecting her arrows. "Do you want to walk or drive?"

"Whichever gives us more time together."

Kagome sighed softly. "Why couldn't you have been this sweet back then?"

"We were too busy saving Japan from destruction," he snorted. "And I did not see you then."

She stepped closer, lifting her chin expectantly. "And now?"

Sesshoumaru met her halfway, placing a chaste kiss on her brow. "Now you are all I see."