Synopsis: Kagome is horrified to find Sesshoumaru in her bedroom.
Prompt: “for starters, that’s impossible.”
Kagome frowned at the daiyoukai who had somehow found his way into her bedroom. The inherent wrongness of seeing Sesshoumaru in a room swimming in pink, all his fluff crowding the slight space between her bed and desk, made her head pound in a familiar way. Apparently, both half-brothers could give her a headache.
“How did you get in here?” She asked, pressing a hand over her heart. He could certainly hear it pounding from the short distance between them.
He gazed at her with wide eyes. Like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him.
“I followed you.”
She huffed. “For starters, that’s impossible. Only Inuyasha and I can travel through the well.” He looked visibly shaken, a fact that made it all feel even more surreal. Kagome pinched herself and winced at the sharp pain. A second question occurred to her. “Why?”
His mouth opened, and then snapped shut. He moved towards her, heedless of the way that she jerked back. Power sparked beneath her skin, pulling him to a sudden stop. He breathed through his mouth, scenting the air, and a wicked grin broke out across his face. She’d never seen him smile before. It wasn’t right, like the expression was empty of real sentiment. He leaned forward, towering over her, drawing their faces too close together. “Miko. I was correct.”
A door rattled open downstairs, and Kagome was keenly aware of the sounds of her family coming home, the heavy thud of her brother dropping his things on the floor by the entrance, the bouncing of a soccer ball on hardwood and then her mother’s gentle scolding. Slipper-clad feet bounded up the stairs behind her and she reacted, spinning to close her bedroom door and putting her back to a dangerous enemy in the process.
“Hn. Foolish.”
His hand slipped around her neck, his fingers lazily caressing the delicate skin of her throat. Kagome was hyper-aware of sharpened claws too close for comfort. Through shallow breaths, she managed to grit out a furious demand. “What. Do. You. Want.”
“You were there then, but you are here now. Human. Time-traveler.” His fingers ceased their movement, his thumb resting over her pulse. “Take me back,” he whispered in her ear, his voice pitched low.
Someone banged on the door in front of her face and she jerked back. The motion jostled his hand, and a long line of blood welled. Not enough to kill her. But enough to look like a thread had been wrapped across her neck. He released her and stepped back as she gasped for air.
“Sis?” Souta’s voice was eager on the other side. “Is Inuyasha coming over for supper?”
She turned her neck to look at the impatient lord behind her, realizing with a start that he was not wearing armor at all, but a thin black t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitted white pants. His jaw had widened, his brows thickened, somehow his gaze was harder than it had been before. As always, he was ready to kill for what he wanted. He raised a fingertip to his lips and brushed her blood away with his tongue.
Souta knocked again. Kagome flinched at how sharp her voice was when she answered. She needed to get Sesshoumaru out of her house.
“Not tonight!”
Souta grumbled, but retreated quickly, and Sesshoumaru drew forward, wrapping his arm around her waist, like they were lovers, like he hadn’t just drawn her blood. She caught their reflection in the mirror. Her face was almost as white as his hair. There was something bright and wicked in his eyes. Shuddering, for nothing good could come of this, she answered.
