Somniloquy: Sesshomaru/Kagome
Infinite gratitude goes out to Incomprehensible, who is kind enough to put up with me, and did an excellent job of whipping this chapter into shape.
All bow to the power of my beta. XD
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Chapter 3: Complications
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“Life is never easy for those who dream.”
Robert James Waller
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For a moment Kagome was still, laying spread-eagled on the cold ground, her blue eyes wide and glassy in shock. Sesshoumaru smirked in satisfaction. His smirk, however, disappeared as she stirred, sitting up and clutching her chest protectively, scuttling away from him in fear.
His eyes widened marginally - a rare display of surprise. Never before had Tokijin failed him. The girl was proving far more troublesome than he had thought.
With a snarl, Sesshoumaru returned Tokijin to its sheath, bringing his hand forward and calling forth his dokkatsu, the neon green liquid illuminating his face, defining his angled features and showcasing enraged eyes.
He was a killer, not only in name, and he was remarkably apt at his craft. He would not be outdone by his own mind, particularly when it took the shape of a girl who had escaped his grasp more than once before. The simple fact was annoying. When Sesshoumaru wanted someone dead, they died, no exceptions.
Sesshoumaru watched Kagome’s large, expressive eyes fill with terror as she stared at the green glow of his poison. He knew both of their thoughts had taken them down similar paths; to the last time he had used his dokkatsu to kill her.
She alone could use that phrase: ‘the last time’. No one else had survived; it was an oversight long in need of rectification. There simply was no ‘last time’.
“Where is Inuyasha now?” Sesshoumaru sneered, flexing his claws menacingly, pleased with the expression of horror that was etched starkly onto her face. He did not require scent to identify that particular countenance.
“It won’t work,” she said stubbornly, raising her chin slightly in a gesture of defiance. She hadn’t a clue what had set him off, but she wasn’t about to let Sesshoumaru become the storm in her nightmare. At least him she knew she could fight. Even if a small part of her would much prefer to cling to his pant leg like a child and beg him to stop.
Why is he attacking me?
Sesshoumaru moved suddenly, with a graceful swiftness, easily out-manoeuvring the frightened girl, and reached for her, placing his hand on one side of her face, releasing enough poison to easily melt the flesh from her bones.
Too easy, Sesshoumaru mused quietly, a frown settling on his lips. She had begun to show that spark of defiance he’d seen from her in the past. It had done her no good in the end, though, even if she had managed to keep her life.
It was to his great consternation and fury that she reached up batted his hand away with a shriek, looking up at him completely unharmed.
Sesshoumaru blinked, his hand hanging still in the air, still dripping the lethal poison. Twice, it had been ineffective. Clearly the miko was impervious to him, and yet he wanted nothing more than to hunt her down and sink his teeth into her flesh.
How dare she intrude on his peace of mind?
“Stop it!” Kagome shouted at him. “You’re trying to kill me!”
She certainly had a knack for stating the obvious. Then again, so did his worthless half-brother, so presumably they worked well together.
“Perceptive, Miko,” Sesshoumaru replied acerbically, infuriated and humiliated by her obvious immunity to his poison. Of one thing Sesshoumaru was absolutely certain: he wanted the miko gone. Accomplishing that, however, was becoming a far more difficult task than he had anticipated.
“Well, knock it off!” Kagome yelled, rising to her feet and raising her arms defensively in front of her chest. She had reached the point where her fear had turned to anger - a curious quirk of hers that seemed both to her benefit and detriment. Acting without thinking was foolish - and furthermore, it was tiresome.
She should have been dead. If they had been in the real world she would have been, anyway. But what was the point of killing her over and over again in his dreams? And why was he attacking her?
“No,” Sesshoumaru replied stoically, but in spite of his words, his eyes flashed angrily. “You will die, and you will stay dead.”
Is that an order? Kagome thought hysterically, scrambling away from the intimidating demon. Inuyasha had always been there to protect her, but this time, he wasn’t. For once, it was up to Kagome to rescue herself.
And, really, since apparently he couldn’t actually harm her (save scarring her for life, and making her have to pay for the inevitable and copious psychotherapy sessions she’d need once this was all over), it was probably for the best.
Inuyasha’s concept of creative problem solving consisted of attacking things with a big sword and swearing until he was blue in the face, and then some. If that failed, he would get up, shake himself off and attack again. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the old saying, “insanity is repeating the same action and expecting different results”.
In Inuyasha’s defence, the strategy did seem to work - at least most of the time. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Sesshoumaru’s battle tactics were not so different from his brother’s, after all.
Kagome blinked in surprise, stepping backwards as Sesshoumaru slashed at her, desperate to leave some sort of mark - to harm her in some fashion. He could feel himself losing control over his emotions, lashing out in pointless fury against a creature he couldn’t harm.
It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t be possible. She was a weak, fragile human. His strongest of attacks should have killed her.
Kagome screeched, making it painfully clear that she was not dead, and had absolutely no intention of dying, making Sesshoumaru wince at the volume and the pitch. He stilled, fighting to control the rage that bubbled up within him.
“Stop, Sesshoumaru! Please stop!” She backed away from him, her hands held up in front of her defensively. “Listen to me!”
He had no interest in what the miko had to say, only an interest in silencing her. He could feel the long-held reins of his self-control beginning to fray, ad he snarled, a low, feral sound.
The miko took another step back in fear.
“Look, I don’t know why you’re attacking me,” she stated quickly, the words tumbling together in her nervousness. “But it’s obviously not working so maybe you should just stop...?” Kagome screwed up her face in displeasure. “Besides-” she added calming somewhat. At least her voice wasn’t shaking anymore. “-it feels weird.”
He stilled, gazing at her with an inscrutable expression. “Weird?” Sesshoumaru echoed sardonically.
“Yes.” She glowered at him. “How would you like to be killed over and over again?”
“This Sesshoumaru would not die so easily," he responded. Though his words were arrogant, his voice was toneless leading Kagome to believe that he was simply stating what he took to be fact, rather than making a point of his superiority.
Granted, most facts about Sesshoumaru did a good job of making a point of his superiority on their own - unless, of course, you were talking about his people skills and anger management abilities.
Kagome blinked and let out a shriek as the light was suddenly blocked. He’d moved, too fast for her human eyes to track, and had come to a sudden stop right in front of her. His distinctive and expressionless honey eyes looked down at her dispassionately as he towered above her.
The raven-haired girl backed away slowly, her arms out in front of her for protection. “Don’t come any closer!” Kagome warned, her words brave, but her voice shaking in nervousness.
A single dark brow arched pointedly, and he took a mocking step forwards.
“I mean it!” she exclaimed, matching his step forwards with a step backwards. “Back away, Sesshoumaru!”
Said youkai took another step forward, and she another back. And another. And another, until Kagome felt the rough bark of a tree against her back. Kagome let out a small sound of dismay and fright, trapped between the tree and Sesshoumaru, who stood arrogantly before her.
“What do you want?” she demanded at last, tired of their back-and-forth pace.
Sesshoumaru’s fingers twitched and Kagome jumped, her heart racing so fast she was certain he could hear it.
“Killing me isn’t the answer,” she amended quickly. “And it won’t work, anyway.”
“The answer,” he murmured curiously, bringing his claws up level with her face. He gazed at her, then, his eyes boring into her skin, almost as if he were looking through her, rather than at her. Sesshoumaru had a strangely contemplative look on his face, but that did little to quell her nervousness. If anything it, just made him seem a bit unhinged.
“Sesshoumaru?”
His claws twitched suddenly, glinting dangerously in the light, and she reacted on pure instinct. Bringing both her hands up, Kagome placed them on his chest and shoved, hard, pouring forth as much miko energy into her hands, and by extension, his chest, as she could.
Sesshoumaru stumbled backwards almost drunkenly, falling ungracefully to his knees, clutching his chest in surprise.
She gasped, staring at him in astonishment for a moment before coming to her senses and doing the only logical thing to do - Kagome ran. She ran for her life: dashing around the Goshinboku and into the dense forest behind, moving faster than she’d ever thought possible, stumbling over branches and scraping against the rough, disfigured bark of the trees.
In what seemed like mere moments, Sesshoumaru had caught up to her, his white, agile form darting between the trees with ease. Before she was even aware of what had happened, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her around to face him before releasing his hold on her. Her momentum carried her backwards, sending her sprawling against a tree, and she sank painfully to the ground.
“Explain,” he stated.
“Come any closer and I’ll do it again,” she gasped out, her blue eyes blazing with fury.
The impervious man stood perfectly still, staring down at her with undisguised curiosity. It was rare that anyone put up this much of a fight against him, and to his own astonishment, he was enjoying it. She had determination to be marvelled at, and a growing ability to be reckoned with.
Had it been the real world, she would have been long dead - no more than a brief thorn in his side, but here... here, she was a toy. A toy to play with as he so saw fit - a toy that he could chase, catch, kill, and then begin again with.
Curious, indeed.
“Why are you doing this?” Kagome asked, steadying herself against the tree as she rose to her feet.
Sesshoumaru smirked, and she felt herself shrink back in terror.
“Run, Miko,” he said softly, and Kagome did.
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Kagome bolted upright, wide awake and still screaming, startling all of her companions into wakefulness.
“What is it?” Miroku demanded, bolting upright and grabbing his staff before him to ward off attacking menaces and glancing around the camp quickly - scanning for intruders.
“Kagome?” Sango asked, more accurately assessing the source of the problem, and moving over to the young girl. “Was it the dream again?” she asked softly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.
Kagome nodded, bringing her knees up to her chest, and much to own horror, bursting into sobs. Sango wordlessly wrapped the girl in her arms, rubbing her back soothingly as Shippou danced around anxiously at her feet.
Inuyasha made a small, indistinguishable noise, and re-sheathed Tetsusaiga, having pulled it out immediately upon Kagome’s scream. He huffed in annoyance, but there was no disguising the genuine concern that shone in his eyes, and he made no motion to move away.
“Kagome?” he asked softly, feeling unusually helpless as he watched her sob in Sango’s arms.
Kagome hiccupped.
“Was it the storm again?” Shippou asked anxiously, patting her leg in an attempt to be comforting.
“Was it that bastard again?” Inuyasha growled, his fingers twitching by his side, and Kagome knew he was itching to draw Tetsusaiga.
Kagome nodded, her sobs dissolving into hiccups and gasps as she tried to regain her breath. Snivelling, she wiped her face off with the palm of her hand before crawling over to her backpack and rifling through it, looking for the Kleenex she knew she’d packed.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, once she’d regained the ability to speak. “I didn’t mean to wake everyone.”
“What the hell happened?” Inuyasha demanded impatiently, ignoring the furious glare Sango sent his way, and the reproving glances from Miroku and Shippou.
“I-” Kagome paused, not really wanting to talk about it. Still, they would badger her if she didn’t say something. “It was the storm again.” She replied finally.
“Just the storm?” Miroku asked curiously, one black eyebrow raised.
Kagome nodded, feeling guilty for lying to them. They were, after all, just concerned for her well-being.
“Keh,” Inuyasha scoffed, before moving off, apparently satisfied.
Miroku seemed to take her at her word, but she was certain that Sango hadn’t bought it in the slightest. The taijiya was looking at her with a questioning glance and a frown.
“I’m sorry.” Kagome said again.
“No need to apologise,” the monk supplied, sounding surprisingly cheerful despite the melancholy mood that seemed to have settled over the camp. “At least we know that our reflexes are good.”
The young woman shot him a wan grin, appreciative of his attempt to change the mood. “I’m fine. Really!” she added hastily when Sango opened her mouth to object.
Kagome wasn’t sure why she’d decided to keep her encounter with Sesshoumaru a secret.
Partly, she guessed, because she didn’t want to deal with Inuyasha’s inevitably irritable attitude. Dealing with one of his temper tantrums so shortly after waking up - not to mention having dealt with said hanyou’s brother only a few minutes previous - wasn’t something she was feeling particularly up to. The other half was because she didn’t want them to know she was still dreaming about him, even if it was a dream about him trying to kill her in any way possible.
In an odd way, Kagome felt as if she were betraying Inuyasha. Not, of course, that she had any sort of control over what she dreamed about, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a rush of self-reproach every time she thought about it.
I’m being silly, she mused at last, trying to placate her rising guilt.
But in spite of herself, Kagome shivered, knowing that the image of Sesshoumaru’s great jaws closing in on her was one she would never forget.
Why had he attacked her? If it had just been a simple case of nightmares about him (which she’d had - after the events in Inuyasha’s father’s tomb, she’d had horrible nightmares about being melted alive), then why had he calmed the storm?
And why had he been so angry? She had never seen him so completely out of control. He had been beyond furious. But, she supposed, the question was “why”?
What was it supposed to mean?
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All bow to the power of my beta. XD
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Chapter 3: Complications
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“Life is never easy for those who dream.”
Robert James Waller
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For a moment Kagome was still, laying spread-eagled on the cold ground, her blue eyes wide and glassy in shock. Sesshoumaru smirked in satisfaction. His smirk, however, disappeared as she stirred, sitting up and clutching her chest protectively, scuttling away from him in fear.
His eyes widened marginally - a rare display of surprise. Never before had Tokijin failed him. The girl was proving far more troublesome than he had thought.
With a snarl, Sesshoumaru returned Tokijin to its sheath, bringing his hand forward and calling forth his dokkatsu, the neon green liquid illuminating his face, defining his angled features and showcasing enraged eyes.
He was a killer, not only in name, and he was remarkably apt at his craft. He would not be outdone by his own mind, particularly when it took the shape of a girl who had escaped his grasp more than once before. The simple fact was annoying. When Sesshoumaru wanted someone dead, they died, no exceptions.
Sesshoumaru watched Kagome’s large, expressive eyes fill with terror as she stared at the green glow of his poison. He knew both of their thoughts had taken them down similar paths; to the last time he had used his dokkatsu to kill her.
She alone could use that phrase: ‘the last time’. No one else had survived; it was an oversight long in need of rectification. There simply was no ‘last time’.
“Where is Inuyasha now?” Sesshoumaru sneered, flexing his claws menacingly, pleased with the expression of horror that was etched starkly onto her face. He did not require scent to identify that particular countenance.
“It won’t work,” she said stubbornly, raising her chin slightly in a gesture of defiance. She hadn’t a clue what had set him off, but she wasn’t about to let Sesshoumaru become the storm in her nightmare. At least him she knew she could fight. Even if a small part of her would much prefer to cling to his pant leg like a child and beg him to stop.
Why is he attacking me?
Sesshoumaru moved suddenly, with a graceful swiftness, easily out-manoeuvring the frightened girl, and reached for her, placing his hand on one side of her face, releasing enough poison to easily melt the flesh from her bones.
Too easy, Sesshoumaru mused quietly, a frown settling on his lips. She had begun to show that spark of defiance he’d seen from her in the past. It had done her no good in the end, though, even if she had managed to keep her life.
It was to his great consternation and fury that she reached up batted his hand away with a shriek, looking up at him completely unharmed.
Sesshoumaru blinked, his hand hanging still in the air, still dripping the lethal poison. Twice, it had been ineffective. Clearly the miko was impervious to him, and yet he wanted nothing more than to hunt her down and sink his teeth into her flesh.
How dare she intrude on his peace of mind?
“Stop it!” Kagome shouted at him. “You’re trying to kill me!”
She certainly had a knack for stating the obvious. Then again, so did his worthless half-brother, so presumably they worked well together.
“Perceptive, Miko,” Sesshoumaru replied acerbically, infuriated and humiliated by her obvious immunity to his poison. Of one thing Sesshoumaru was absolutely certain: he wanted the miko gone. Accomplishing that, however, was becoming a far more difficult task than he had anticipated.
“Well, knock it off!” Kagome yelled, rising to her feet and raising her arms defensively in front of her chest. She had reached the point where her fear had turned to anger - a curious quirk of hers that seemed both to her benefit and detriment. Acting without thinking was foolish - and furthermore, it was tiresome.
She should have been dead. If they had been in the real world she would have been, anyway. But what was the point of killing her over and over again in his dreams? And why was he attacking her?
“No,” Sesshoumaru replied stoically, but in spite of his words, his eyes flashed angrily. “You will die, and you will stay dead.”
Is that an order? Kagome thought hysterically, scrambling away from the intimidating demon. Inuyasha had always been there to protect her, but this time, he wasn’t. For once, it was up to Kagome to rescue herself.
And, really, since apparently he couldn’t actually harm her (save scarring her for life, and making her have to pay for the inevitable and copious psychotherapy sessions she’d need once this was all over), it was probably for the best.
Inuyasha’s concept of creative problem solving consisted of attacking things with a big sword and swearing until he was blue in the face, and then some. If that failed, he would get up, shake himself off and attack again. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the old saying, “insanity is repeating the same action and expecting different results”.
In Inuyasha’s defence, the strategy did seem to work - at least most of the time. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Sesshoumaru’s battle tactics were not so different from his brother’s, after all.
Kagome blinked in surprise, stepping backwards as Sesshoumaru slashed at her, desperate to leave some sort of mark - to harm her in some fashion. He could feel himself losing control over his emotions, lashing out in pointless fury against a creature he couldn’t harm.
It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t be possible. She was a weak, fragile human. His strongest of attacks should have killed her.
Kagome screeched, making it painfully clear that she was not dead, and had absolutely no intention of dying, making Sesshoumaru wince at the volume and the pitch. He stilled, fighting to control the rage that bubbled up within him.
“Stop, Sesshoumaru! Please stop!” She backed away from him, her hands held up in front of her defensively. “Listen to me!”
He had no interest in what the miko had to say, only an interest in silencing her. He could feel the long-held reins of his self-control beginning to fray, ad he snarled, a low, feral sound.
The miko took another step back in fear.
“Look, I don’t know why you’re attacking me,” she stated quickly, the words tumbling together in her nervousness. “But it’s obviously not working so maybe you should just stop...?” Kagome screwed up her face in displeasure. “Besides-” she added calming somewhat. At least her voice wasn’t shaking anymore. “-it feels weird.”
He stilled, gazing at her with an inscrutable expression. “Weird?” Sesshoumaru echoed sardonically.
“Yes.” She glowered at him. “How would you like to be killed over and over again?”
“This Sesshoumaru would not die so easily," he responded. Though his words were arrogant, his voice was toneless leading Kagome to believe that he was simply stating what he took to be fact, rather than making a point of his superiority.
Granted, most facts about Sesshoumaru did a good job of making a point of his superiority on their own - unless, of course, you were talking about his people skills and anger management abilities.
Kagome blinked and let out a shriek as the light was suddenly blocked. He’d moved, too fast for her human eyes to track, and had come to a sudden stop right in front of her. His distinctive and expressionless honey eyes looked down at her dispassionately as he towered above her.
The raven-haired girl backed away slowly, her arms out in front of her for protection. “Don’t come any closer!” Kagome warned, her words brave, but her voice shaking in nervousness.
A single dark brow arched pointedly, and he took a mocking step forwards.
“I mean it!” she exclaimed, matching his step forwards with a step backwards. “Back away, Sesshoumaru!”
Said youkai took another step forward, and she another back. And another. And another, until Kagome felt the rough bark of a tree against her back. Kagome let out a small sound of dismay and fright, trapped between the tree and Sesshoumaru, who stood arrogantly before her.
“What do you want?” she demanded at last, tired of their back-and-forth pace.
Sesshoumaru’s fingers twitched and Kagome jumped, her heart racing so fast she was certain he could hear it.
“Killing me isn’t the answer,” she amended quickly. “And it won’t work, anyway.”
“The answer,” he murmured curiously, bringing his claws up level with her face. He gazed at her, then, his eyes boring into her skin, almost as if he were looking through her, rather than at her. Sesshoumaru had a strangely contemplative look on his face, but that did little to quell her nervousness. If anything it, just made him seem a bit unhinged.
“Sesshoumaru?”
His claws twitched suddenly, glinting dangerously in the light, and she reacted on pure instinct. Bringing both her hands up, Kagome placed them on his chest and shoved, hard, pouring forth as much miko energy into her hands, and by extension, his chest, as she could.
Sesshoumaru stumbled backwards almost drunkenly, falling ungracefully to his knees, clutching his chest in surprise.
She gasped, staring at him in astonishment for a moment before coming to her senses and doing the only logical thing to do - Kagome ran. She ran for her life: dashing around the Goshinboku and into the dense forest behind, moving faster than she’d ever thought possible, stumbling over branches and scraping against the rough, disfigured bark of the trees.
In what seemed like mere moments, Sesshoumaru had caught up to her, his white, agile form darting between the trees with ease. Before she was even aware of what had happened, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her around to face him before releasing his hold on her. Her momentum carried her backwards, sending her sprawling against a tree, and she sank painfully to the ground.
“Explain,” he stated.
“Come any closer and I’ll do it again,” she gasped out, her blue eyes blazing with fury.
The impervious man stood perfectly still, staring down at her with undisguised curiosity. It was rare that anyone put up this much of a fight against him, and to his own astonishment, he was enjoying it. She had determination to be marvelled at, and a growing ability to be reckoned with.
Had it been the real world, she would have been long dead - no more than a brief thorn in his side, but here... here, she was a toy. A toy to play with as he so saw fit - a toy that he could chase, catch, kill, and then begin again with.
Curious, indeed.
“Why are you doing this?” Kagome asked, steadying herself against the tree as she rose to her feet.
Sesshoumaru smirked, and she felt herself shrink back in terror.
“Run, Miko,” he said softly, and Kagome did.
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Kagome bolted upright, wide awake and still screaming, startling all of her companions into wakefulness.
“What is it?” Miroku demanded, bolting upright and grabbing his staff before him to ward off attacking menaces and glancing around the camp quickly - scanning for intruders.
“Kagome?” Sango asked, more accurately assessing the source of the problem, and moving over to the young girl. “Was it the dream again?” she asked softly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.
Kagome nodded, bringing her knees up to her chest, and much to own horror, bursting into sobs. Sango wordlessly wrapped the girl in her arms, rubbing her back soothingly as Shippou danced around anxiously at her feet.
Inuyasha made a small, indistinguishable noise, and re-sheathed Tetsusaiga, having pulled it out immediately upon Kagome’s scream. He huffed in annoyance, but there was no disguising the genuine concern that shone in his eyes, and he made no motion to move away.
“Kagome?” he asked softly, feeling unusually helpless as he watched her sob in Sango’s arms.
Kagome hiccupped.
“Was it the storm again?” Shippou asked anxiously, patting her leg in an attempt to be comforting.
“Was it that bastard again?” Inuyasha growled, his fingers twitching by his side, and Kagome knew he was itching to draw Tetsusaiga.
Kagome nodded, her sobs dissolving into hiccups and gasps as she tried to regain her breath. Snivelling, she wiped her face off with the palm of her hand before crawling over to her backpack and rifling through it, looking for the Kleenex she knew she’d packed.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, once she’d regained the ability to speak. “I didn’t mean to wake everyone.”
“What the hell happened?” Inuyasha demanded impatiently, ignoring the furious glare Sango sent his way, and the reproving glances from Miroku and Shippou.
“I-” Kagome paused, not really wanting to talk about it. Still, they would badger her if she didn’t say something. “It was the storm again.” She replied finally.
“Just the storm?” Miroku asked curiously, one black eyebrow raised.
Kagome nodded, feeling guilty for lying to them. They were, after all, just concerned for her well-being.
“Keh,” Inuyasha scoffed, before moving off, apparently satisfied.
Miroku seemed to take her at her word, but she was certain that Sango hadn’t bought it in the slightest. The taijiya was looking at her with a questioning glance and a frown.
“I’m sorry.” Kagome said again.
“No need to apologise,” the monk supplied, sounding surprisingly cheerful despite the melancholy mood that seemed to have settled over the camp. “At least we know that our reflexes are good.”
The young woman shot him a wan grin, appreciative of his attempt to change the mood. “I’m fine. Really!” she added hastily when Sango opened her mouth to object.
Kagome wasn’t sure why she’d decided to keep her encounter with Sesshoumaru a secret.
Partly, she guessed, because she didn’t want to deal with Inuyasha’s inevitably irritable attitude. Dealing with one of his temper tantrums so shortly after waking up - not to mention having dealt with said hanyou’s brother only a few minutes previous - wasn’t something she was feeling particularly up to. The other half was because she didn’t want them to know she was still dreaming about him, even if it was a dream about him trying to kill her in any way possible.
In an odd way, Kagome felt as if she were betraying Inuyasha. Not, of course, that she had any sort of control over what she dreamed about, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a rush of self-reproach every time she thought about it.
I’m being silly, she mused at last, trying to placate her rising guilt.
But in spite of herself, Kagome shivered, knowing that the image of Sesshoumaru’s great jaws closing in on her was one she would never forget.
Why had he attacked her? If it had just been a simple case of nightmares about him (which she’d had - after the events in Inuyasha’s father’s tomb, she’d had horrible nightmares about being melted alive), then why had he calmed the storm?
And why had he been so angry? She had never seen him so completely out of control. He had been beyond furious. But, she supposed, the question was “why”?
What was it supposed to mean?
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