Sweet Nothings by CookieAsylum

Sweet Nothings

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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Kagome stilled.

Claws pressed to her throat, she ceased her struggling. Seconds ticked by, but the girl did not budge. Tree bark scraped against her back through her thin, cotton top. Every now and then there was a sharp prickle against her neck. A hesitant pin-prick. An uncertain scratch. Storm-grey eyes watched. Widened and waiting, they searched the glaring pair before her.

Gold.

Confused and unsure.

'Why is he stalling…?' her thoughts whispered, but the words wouldn't come out.

Teeth clenched and silver bangs shadowing his eyes, he appeared tense. Strained in every possible way. Shoulders tight and posture aggressive, the Lord of the West resembled a cornered dog. Unwilling to heed, and yet unwilling to move. Why? Why was this happening to him? It had started as a flicker - a spark of curiosity - before blazing into an inferno of pure possession. That… wasn't supposed to happen. He had gotten too close. But such things were out of his power, and Fate had deemed it so. And at it the end of the day, it brought him here - trapping the object of his obsession and confronting it the only way he knew how. He had to have her. She was his. And no one else's. Half-brother be damned; the girl belonged to him and him alone.

"Why?"

His first word in minutes. Terse and soft.

"W-Why?" Kagome parroted.

His other arm balled into a fist. In a rush of youki and speed, he slammed it against the trunk above her head. The miko jumped, squeaking.

"What… have you done to me?" came his biting question.

Under his penetrating gaze, Kagome trembled. "N-nothing," she whimpered. The nails at her throat dug deeper, drawing beads of red. "I h-haven't done anything…" A strange knot tightened in her chest.

Sesshoumaru growled. The scent of blood tickled his senses, egging him on. It called upon the creature buried deep within his subconscious. Kill her, it cried. It would be so easy. To simply end it here and be done with her. To never have her taunting him, just out of his reach. 

But then… it would be dull. Very dull.

Those poisonous claws, so sharp and unnerving, drifted away. Only to teased them along her jaw moments later, tilting her face upward. Kagome froze, anxious and doe-like.

And in a voice that bore no argument, he decreed:

"You are mine."

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End Note: This drabble was originally posted for dokuga_contest's #134 Fate theme with a word length of 400.