The Grey Scale by Lady Kirara

Two Can Play That Game

Two Can Play That Game

Kagome smiled politely and excused herself. Sesshoumaru was busy talking with some foreign business owner and rather than look bored and offend him, she thought she’d have a look around. It was finally starting to die down a bit and she watched several people grab their things and leave. Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to be in any rush to go anywhere so she made her way over to the bar for a drink.

Though she didn’t know what he drank, she ordered Sesshoumaru a scotch to be polite when the bartender took her order. At least that way she could sneak back into the conversations without looking too rude. Sesshoumaru had been the perfect gentleman all evening. Kagome was impressed, and the last thing she wanted to do was make him look bad in front of his coworkers.

Kagome hadn’t been paying too much attention to her surroundings until a whisper and her name caught her attention. “I wonder what he sees in here.” “She looks so plain.” “Honestly, couldn’t he find someone else to bring.” “Like you?” “Well I’d certainly be a better choice than that.” “What I wouldn’t give to be his arm candy for a night.”

They were all sitting with their backs to her, oblivious to the fact that she was right there. Kagome rolled her eyes. There was one in every bunch. She scowled. They could make fun of her all they wanted, but Sesshoumaru was another matter. Kagome wondered where that thought had come from. Thanking the bartender she grabbed their drinks and made a beeline for their table.

Setting the drinks down with a thud she leaned into the startled ladies and gave a wink. “You know, sometimes, Sesshoumaru even likes to be seen in public with me. Even though, you know, I’m so plain and all.”

Before they had a chance to recuperate she turned and walked away. Serves them right. Arrogant know-it-alls! Kagome wondered if this was how Sango always felt being around Miroku for so many years. She shook the thought from her head before she’d had a chance to think on it. Sango and Miroku had been married. There was no way her and Sesshoumaru could ever be compared the same way.

When she rejoined Sesshoumaru and passed him his drink she couldn’t help but look back at the table of gossiping girls and smirk at them; her small victory.

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Prompt: Oblivious

Words: 400

Posted: 06.18.13

AN: I can't help but think this is exactly how a mature and confident Kagome would act in the face of her *ahem* competition. So there you have it. ;)

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