Claim by Nisee39 [One Shot #53]
Title: Claim
Author: Nisee39
Prompt: Instinct
Genre: Drama
Rating: M
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Word Count: 763
Summary: Sesshoumaru reacts to a threat against Kagome.
A/N: This will be a future installment of The Height of Faith. You can find the beginning here
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“Do you want a bite?”
Sesshoumaru glared down at the miko’s offering and replied with an impatient huff. Frowning, Kagome shoved the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth and turned her attention back to her new cohort.
When he had asked Nedra for her help, he had expected that she would take Kagome on a few errands every once and a while so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the girl so often. What he had not anticipated, but perhaps should have, was the rapidly blossoming friendship between the two.
He had to track them down after having decided they had been gone shopping for far too long. The two had started giggling when he found them and he didn’t miss the way the miko’s cheeks stained pink. Nedra readily admitted that she had purposely kept Kagome out to force him out of “hibernation”.
“It is time to leave.” he finally snapped, noticing the women were babbling more than eating. “You have wasted enough time.”
“Oh don’t be such a spoil sport!” Nedra waved her spoon at him, “You need to learn to loosen up and have a little fun.”
“Nedra, that’s enough.” Itsuki was silenced by a sharp glare from his wife and shot Sesshoumaru an apologetic look. Sesshoumaru was always baffled by his associate’s submission to his wife; he would never understand how a simple human woman could tame a powerful youkai.
Turning back to Sesshoumaru, Nedra cast a sly smile. “What do you think of Kagome’s new dress?”
The taiyoukai took a moment to appraise the miko, who turned a deeper shade under his intense scrutiny. The skirt was a simple, knee-length sundress. It was mostly white with a simple red ribbon that highlighted her thin waist. What made him pause was the splash of red sakura blossoms at the base of the skirt. While not identical, it was hauntingly familiar and he knew that the purchase had been intentional; almost a pledge to his house.
Noticing Kagome’s expectant look, he muttered “It is fine.”
Nedra gave a snort of frustration, but Sesshoumaru noticed Kagome’s smile blossom. “Its okay, Nedra.” She giggled, “Coming from him, that’s a compliment!”
Suddenly, the blush was wiped from the miko’s cheeks and she turned as white as her dress. At that same moment, youki buffeted against him and he repressed a snarl at the threat.
“Do not leave her side, or your life is forfeit.” Itsuki nodded in understanding while Nedra took Kagome’s trembling hand.
It only took a moment to corner the presumptuous youkai who had dared to threaten him. The fool leaned against the alley wall, smirk on his face while he examined his claws. “She’s a pretty little thing,” he sneered, “Nuboru’s miko.”
Flexing his fist, Sesshoumaru fought his instincts that called for blood. “She does not belong to your master.”
“He is searching for her.” The other youkai’s smile widened, “He will pay a handsome reward for anyone who brings her to him. Do you know what I would ask for?” His smile widened to sickening proportions as he licked his lips. “I would ask for her. It’s been so long since I’ve devoured a miko. The pure, clean taste of their blood sliding down my throat…” He closed his eyes, lost in some twisted memory, “Delicious.”
“No one will touch her.”
“And do you intend to stop me? I’ve heard of you; Taro isn’t it?” Sesshoumaru did not acknowledge him. If the fool had known his true name, he would have been groveling on his knees for mercy. The pathetic cur would learn soon enough. “What is the miko to you?”
In a flash, Sesshoumaru had him by the throat and wiped the smirk from the fool’s face. He allowed his youki to blur his human visage and watched as his prey’s eyes fell upon his forehead and the mark of his heritage. “The miko is mine.”
“It’s impossible…”
Sesshoumaru silenced the fool, tearing out his throat and savored the feel of blood dripping from his claws. It had been far too long since he had cut down an enemy and it had been satisfying.
He knew there should be a feeling a fury for such a rash action; that he should have kept the bastard alive to question. He needed to know his enemies motives before he could make his move and he had just passed on the perfect opportunity.
He should have been angry, but instead he was pleased to see a threat against Kagome effectively eliminated.
“No one will touch what belongs to me.”
Author: Nisee39
Prompt: Instinct
Genre: Drama
Rating: M
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Word Count: 763
Summary: Sesshoumaru reacts to a threat against Kagome.
A/N: This will be a future installment of The Height of Faith. You can find the beginning here
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“Do you want a bite?”
Sesshoumaru glared down at the miko’s offering and replied with an impatient huff. Frowning, Kagome shoved the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth and turned her attention back to her new cohort.
When he had asked Nedra for her help, he had expected that she would take Kagome on a few errands every once and a while so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the girl so often. What he had not anticipated, but perhaps should have, was the rapidly blossoming friendship between the two.
He had to track them down after having decided they had been gone shopping for far too long. The two had started giggling when he found them and he didn’t miss the way the miko’s cheeks stained pink. Nedra readily admitted that she had purposely kept Kagome out to force him out of “hibernation”.
“It is time to leave.” he finally snapped, noticing the women were babbling more than eating. “You have wasted enough time.”
“Oh don’t be such a spoil sport!” Nedra waved her spoon at him, “You need to learn to loosen up and have a little fun.”
“Nedra, that’s enough.” Itsuki was silenced by a sharp glare from his wife and shot Sesshoumaru an apologetic look. Sesshoumaru was always baffled by his associate’s submission to his wife; he would never understand how a simple human woman could tame a powerful youkai.
Turning back to Sesshoumaru, Nedra cast a sly smile. “What do you think of Kagome’s new dress?”
The taiyoukai took a moment to appraise the miko, who turned a deeper shade under his intense scrutiny. The skirt was a simple, knee-length sundress. It was mostly white with a simple red ribbon that highlighted her thin waist. What made him pause was the splash of red sakura blossoms at the base of the skirt. While not identical, it was hauntingly familiar and he knew that the purchase had been intentional; almost a pledge to his house.
Noticing Kagome’s expectant look, he muttered “It is fine.”
Nedra gave a snort of frustration, but Sesshoumaru noticed Kagome’s smile blossom. “Its okay, Nedra.” She giggled, “Coming from him, that’s a compliment!”
Suddenly, the blush was wiped from the miko’s cheeks and she turned as white as her dress. At that same moment, youki buffeted against him and he repressed a snarl at the threat.
“Do not leave her side, or your life is forfeit.” Itsuki nodded in understanding while Nedra took Kagome’s trembling hand.
It only took a moment to corner the presumptuous youkai who had dared to threaten him. The fool leaned against the alley wall, smirk on his face while he examined his claws. “She’s a pretty little thing,” he sneered, “Nuboru’s miko.”
Flexing his fist, Sesshoumaru fought his instincts that called for blood. “She does not belong to your master.”
“He is searching for her.” The other youkai’s smile widened, “He will pay a handsome reward for anyone who brings her to him. Do you know what I would ask for?” His smile widened to sickening proportions as he licked his lips. “I would ask for her. It’s been so long since I’ve devoured a miko. The pure, clean taste of their blood sliding down my throat…” He closed his eyes, lost in some twisted memory, “Delicious.”
“No one will touch her.”
“And do you intend to stop me? I’ve heard of you; Taro isn’t it?” Sesshoumaru did not acknowledge him. If the fool had known his true name, he would have been groveling on his knees for mercy. The pathetic cur would learn soon enough. “What is the miko to you?”
In a flash, Sesshoumaru had him by the throat and wiped the smirk from the fool’s face. He allowed his youki to blur his human visage and watched as his prey’s eyes fell upon his forehead and the mark of his heritage. “The miko is mine.”
“It’s impossible…”
Sesshoumaru silenced the fool, tearing out his throat and savored the feel of blood dripping from his claws. It had been far too long since he had cut down an enemy and it had been satisfying.
He knew there should be a feeling a fury for such a rash action; that he should have kept the bastard alive to question. He needed to know his enemies motives before he could make his move and he had just passed on the perfect opportunity.
He should have been angry, but instead he was pleased to see a threat against Kagome effectively eliminated.
“No one will touch what belongs to me.”