Closet Gamer by MomoDesu

I Don't Care...Much

A/N: Written for Sunset Miko's prompt thorn. 

Thanks for the reviews, loves. I appreciate them, and I'm glad you've enjoyed my tale so far!

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Against his better judgement, Sesshoumaru returned to the RP chat room where he was reunited with the Miko.

As always, it was moving moderately fast, with guests gearing up for their typical Wednesday night session. Catching up on story, filling in the rules for newbies, discussing ideas, the conversation went about ten different ways. 

Rather than jump into the conversation, Sesshoumaru just observed. He would observe her behavior and see how she was doing. 

Not that he cared. 

The girl was nothing more than a thorn in his side that he would be glad to be rid of. 

He was not going to stop coming to one of his favorite rooms just because of her. She would not ruin his fun. 

But he had to know how she was doing.

“Now that Lord Sesshoumaru has dibbed out, what are we going to do now?” asked one of the girls that took on the role of a bat youkai, and an admin of the room.

“I say we recast!” another threw in, a “kitsune” youkai. 

“No,” another added, “he may be back. It’s only been a few days. Maybe he’s sick.”

“I don’t think so,” Kagome said. “He’s blocked me here and on MSN.”

A dozen “why” and “awww”s flew across the screen.

“Don’t worry, guys. We had fun before him, we can have fun after him!”

She was alive, that was all he needed to know. 

Sesshoumaru exited the room, logged out of the site, and closed his computer for the night. There were other things that he needed to focus on, like work. Yeah, he would focus on his work. 

He flipped through the financial section of the newspaper. He could happily move on with his life.