The Language of Love by Himura Asami
Xysticus
Xysticus: a champion; a wrestler.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
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Word Count: 100
Sesshomaru blinked, looking past Kagome at his door. He spread out his senses, making sure there wasn’t anyone in the vicinity.
He honestly couldn’t believe it; the situation was just too perfect.
Deciding not to wait for it to become less perfect, Sesshomaru nodded decisively.
“You have heard correctly. This Sesshomaru would also like to court you.”
Kagome couldn’t breathe; she felt like a wrestler had just performed a takedown on her. There was no air in her lungs.
“Well?” Sesshomaru asked coolly, raising his eyebrow.
“Seriously?” Kagome squeaked.
Sesshomaru nodded.
“Then the gifts…”
“Indeed.”
“You can court me.”
“Hnn.”
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I’m going to go cry in my special, designated, crying corner now.
T.N.T!