Sesshoumaru saw it first, the demon that attacked them. He gallantly shoved Kagome out of the way and took the blow that was meant for her. His tiny body went flying, slamming into the tree he so loved and crumpling to the ground like a rag doll.
Kagome was frozen and dazed, looking at the fallen form of her best friend, the one she loved in all her girlish, uncomprehending way and then turned wide eyes to their attacked.
He was tall, but then most were compared to her at this age. His skin was whiter than white, the color of the powder she'd seen only on a geisha. His eyes were small and narrow, and the nose only two small holes in the center of his face. He must have thought her not a concern as moved towards Sesshoumaru instead.
She moved then, faster than she ever had before until she was standing before Sesshoumaru with teeth bared and her sights set on his throat, if she could reach it.
"Get out of my way girl!" he hissed, and kicked her.
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