His arrival was a tempest, marked by anger that radiated from his every step as he flung open the doors to the library. The room, once a haven of quiet study, was now a battleground for the storm that had entered with Sesshomaru. His eyes bled red, a stark departure from their usual golden calm, and they were solely fixated on me. His beast was in control, and its presence filled the room with unchecked fury.

I remained seated at the large wooden table, my heart pounding as I met his fierce gaze. It was evident that Sesshomaru's anger was not directed at me but at the situation that had unfolded earlier. His instincts, those primal urges that governed his actions, demanded reassurance. He needed to know that his half-brother had not harmed me in any way, and nothing else seemed to matter in that moment.

As he closed the distance between us, the air grew heavy with tension, and I could feel the weight of his scrutiny. There was no need for words; his very presence conveyed the intensity of his emotions. I had braced myself for this confrontation, knowing that Sesshomaru's protective instincts ran deep.

Sesshomaru youki crackled with an unsettling energy, adding to the charged atmosphere. His anger was palpable, yet his voice remained eerily calm, a testament to his control.

"Explain," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

I met his gaze head-on, understanding the gravity of his concerns. "Inuyasha lost control," I began, my tone steady, "and I had to intervene to prevent any harm to Shippo or himself."

Sesshomaru's eyes bore into mine, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "He lost control," he repeated, his tone filled with disdain. "And you decided to involve yourself in his affairs?"

I refused to falter, my determination unwavering. "I couldn't stand by and watch them hurt each other. It was necessary to stop the fight."

Sesshomaru straightened, his youki still crackling with pent-up fury. "You overstepped your boundaries, Kagome. You should have left them to their own devices."

My own frustration grew, and I met his gaze defiantly. "I did what I believed was right, Sesshomaru. Inuyasha's transformation posed a danger to everyone present."

Sesshomaru's eyes blazed with a ferocity that was both alarming and magnetic. "You are not his protector, Kagome. Your actions were reckless and impulsive."

I held my ground, my resolve unyielding. "I will not apologize for protecting Shippo and Inuyasha."

The room crackled with unresolved tension, both of us standing firm in our convictions. Sesshomaru's anger stemmed not from a desire to chastise me, but from the primal need to ensure my safety. In that moment, our unspoken understanding hung in the air, a fragile truce amid the tempest.

"Prove it," Sesshomaru growled, his voice a low, demanding rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Show me you are okay. I need to know."

His words held a raw intensity, a stark contrast to the controlled exterior he typically displayed. I could see the emotions flickering across his face like fleeting shadows, the turmoil within him laid bare for me to witness.

In response to his urgent request, I rose from my seat and took a step closer to him, closing the gap between us. My eyes never left his, and my voice held a firm resolve. "I am unharmed, Sesshomaru," I assured him, my tone unwavering.

"Inuyasha's transformation was brief, and I ensured everyone's safety."

Sesshomaru's crimson eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. His youki crackled around him, a testament to the turmoil within. He seemed torn between his protective instincts and his lingering anger at the situation.

I held out my hands, palms upturned, as a silent invitation for him to see for himself. "You can sense it, can't you?" I challenged gently. "Feel the truth in my aura."

But it was not enough. His instincts drove him, so I would answer with the same. I strode towards him, step by measured step, closing the remaining distance between us. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken challenge, an unyielding determination in each of our gazes.

With deliberate movements, I reached up and pulled my hair to the side. The gesture was a stark display of trust and vulnerability, a silent message that I would not shy away from the tension that had developed between us. I also loosened the collar of my kimono, exposing my neck to him in a gesture of openness and assurance.

"I am unharmed and well, Sesshomaru," I affirmed, my words laced with unwavering conviction. The declaration was both a reassurance to him and a statement of strength, a declaration of my resolve to face the complicated emotions that had emerged in the aftermath of the training match.

For a moment, it felt as if time itself had ceased to exist as we locked eyes, the unspoken tension between us reaching its zenith. Sesshomaru's gaze bore into mine, his crimson eyes capturing the depths of my soul. Then, his piercing gaze drifted down to my neck, where the delicate curve of my throat was now exposed to him, a silent invitation and a display of vulnerability.

The room was filled with an electric silence as he studied me, his youki swirling around him in a turbulent maelstrom of emotions. It was as though he sought assurance not only through words but through the connection our proximity provided.

With a deliberate and measured stride, he closed the remaining gap until he was mere inches away. His warm breath brushed against the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat and power of his body, his presence so close that it was nearly overwhelming. The air was charged with an indescribable tension, a magnetic pull that seemed to transcend words.

Sesshomaru's nose came to the juncture of my neck, his warm breath grazing my skin as he inhaled deeply. The sensation sent a rush of sensations through me, and I couldn't help the quickening of my own breath. His scent was a heady mix of forest, moonlight, and something uniquely him.

He trailed his nose along my neck, a slow and deliberate movement that sent shivers down my spine. His warm breath and the touch of his cool skin against mine ignited a potent mixture of sensations. In that moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, the unspoken tension between us crackling in the air.

It was a sensory exchange, an intimate connection. Sesshomaru was seeking reassurance, yes, but there was something more in the way he lingered, in the way he savored my scent. It was as if he was imprinting this moment in his memory, as if he was acknowledging something unspoken between us.

With a deep release of breath, he slowly brought his forehead down and rested it against my shoulder, still nuzzled against the crook of my neck. His warm breath brushed against my skin as he spoke in a hushed, almost vulnerable tone.

"Never again," he breathed out, his words a quiet admission that hung in the air. "Never again do I want to see you in such a situation."

His words held a weight that resonated deep within me. It was a promise and a plea all at once, a testament to the depth of his concern and the fierce protectiveness that had surged to the surface.

"I was never in any real danger," I reassured him, my voice soft and sincere. He brought his head back to look at me, his golden eyes meeting mine, and scoffed softly.

"Real danger or not," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "I don't think I could take it."

His admission was a rare glimpse into the depths of his emotions, a reflection of the genuine concern he held for me.

At that moment, without hesitation or regard for the consequences, I drew him closer to me. I had never been able to resist the pull of his vulnerability and honesty. My arms encircled him, pulling him into a comforting embrace.

Sesshomaru didn't resist, instead he allowed himself to be drawn into the warmth of my arms. He softened as he nestled into my embrace, nuzzling his face into my hair. I could feel his warm breath against my skin as he breathed in my scent, his youki calming and the storm of emotions within him finally subsiding.

For a moment, we simply stood there, locked in an intimate embrace, finding solace in each other's presence. It was a rare and precious moment of vulnerability for Sesshomaru, and I cherished it. Our connection was deeper than words, and in that silent embrace, we communicated our unspoken understanding and concern for one another.

As the tension that had gripped the room dissipated, Sesshomaru's arms slowly wrapped around me, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His hold was possessive yet tender, a silent declaration of his need for reassurance and his unspoken desire for our connection.

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