Intoxication by Azaria

Sesshoumaru's Intoxication

Intoxication

She was intoxication at its finest.

Never in his years had he known such feelings that arose in him whenever he set eyes upon her. They were new to the Lord of the West, and he was completely unprepared for the magnitude in which they effected him.

Her eyes; Deep, never ending pools of the richest brown. Her hair was the darkest black, swirling with blue highlights in the sun. It had never occurred to him that he would ever describe anything having to do with a woman in such detail. And yet, it was impossible for him not to notice her assets every time she crossed his path.

However human, and fragile she was, it didn't seem to matter. Though he knew it should. Up until her, he had thought he hated humans. No, not hated. Hatred was a human emotion. He despised the humans. For their weakness.

But Kagome wasn't weak. He knew that. And that was one of the things that attracted him to her. She wasn't useless, nor was she an ordinary human. Her powers fascinated him.

There were plenty of other women, demons, that he could choose from. Beauties from the country over. And yet he had to fall for a human. A human that never seemed to know when to leave well enough alone.

And yet, this was another such feature that had attracted him to her. She was a flaw in his system. His subordinates were supposed to act in such a manner that pleased him, and all those that were less powerful than himself were his subordinates. Placing most of the continent under his office.

And still, Kagome rebelled. Being a lowly human, in addition to her common-born ancestry, should have placed her lowly in his ranks indeed. She should be the one to fawn over his every move. The one so infatuated, that one could not concentrate even on the most rudiment of tasks.

So he had sought after her. Went to claim her for his own. And she had rejected him.

For the likes of his half-human, half-demon brother.

Though he supposed they fit. Both neither lower class, nor the highest. Sure, Kagome was born low, but her powers as a priestess made up for that.

However, he simply could not let her go. Especially to his half-brother. Least of all to him.

Sesshoumaru had made many attempts for her, with out a doubt. And even still, she refused to comply. He had offered her power, money, and even himself.

She had thought it barbaric when he had offered her the last. It was quite the conversation, really.

"You'll... You'll give me WHAT?" Kagome's eyes widened considerably.

"As I have just stated. I am willing to offer you myself, in return for your affections." Sesshoumaru repeated, staring at her intently. He had convinced himself that this was it. This was what she had been waiting for, for who could deny what the Lord of the West had to offer, when he was putting his own body on the plater?

Oh, how so very wrong had he been.

Anger boiled at the edges of her delicate frame. "You think I would give away my love with Inuyasha, for a single night of sex with you?"

Sesshoumaru was slightly drawn back by her sudden outburst, but it didn't faze him for long. "It would be more than a single night, priestess."

The slap he had received only seconds afterward was completely unexpected, and slightly irritating. As was the murmur of laughter he had heard off in the background. It had taken him a few days to recover from such an insult before deciding it was time to confront the infuriating woman again.

Why did he even try?

Who really knew.