The Language of Love by Himura Asami

Hiems

Hiems: winter, the cold of winter: stormy weather, storm.

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Word Count: 100

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            A storm was brewing within Sesshomaru, but Kagome didn’t notice it, as she was too busy talking about why she was returning his gifts and how the children were attending to Ah-Un, and how it really had been stupid of him to send them to her unattended.

            Kagome didn’t notice, but Mitsuki did.

            And seeing the storm build, she had to wonder if she even needed Ingo to redirect her son’s attentions; the miko he wanted might end up pushing his attentions away all by herself.

            After all, returning courting gifts clearly meant rejection.

            Mitsuki allowed herself to smirk.

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How am I going to do this…?

T.N.T!