Favor

“Where do you wish your favors to come from, Miko?!” he said, voice low and filled with ice. 

“S-Sesshomaru?” her voice was small, light, she shrunk as he towered over her, her eyes wide, not in fear, but surprise, startled to be talked to in such a way suddenly. 

“I do not repeat myself, this Sesshomaru knows you are good of hearing.” 

She stared at him, the words of his question sinking in. My favors? …Oh! She assumed him jealous of the lord of the village they were in. She had fallen into the habit, chatting him up in order to procure a warm place to sleep at night, just as she would have with Sango and Miroku. She foolishly hadn’t seen how it would affect the demon at her side. She gave a coy smile. 

“Only you, my Lord Sesshomaru, of course.” 

Red rimmed eyed dulled back into molten gold.

 

INUYASHA © Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan • Yomiuri TV • Sunrise 2000
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