...you like that.”
“Well, you can.”
“You don’t turn my stomach.”
“You really aren’t a pervert.”
“You’re nothing like Kikyou… and she was more of a first friend.”
“A first friend that you wanted to live with and make a family with?”
“If it came to that, yes. But it didn’t work out that way.”
“How did it work out?”
“I’m not sure yet.” He stared at her, momentarily forgetting the doll he was playacting through.
Kagome focused all her energy on the doll in her hands. “But, do I have a role in this?”
He stared at her silently. “Big role,” he finally muttered.
“What role is that?” The doll trembled from the hands that held her.
“Give me the doll,” he said quietly.
Kagome held it out to him.
He took it carefully, delicately rearranging the clothes and hair that had become mussed during the play fight. “You’re mine,” he said softly.
“What?” Kagome breathed.
“You gave me a little you, therefore you’re mine,” he said calmly. He presented the Inu-Yasha to Kagome. She didn’t take it so he took him back.
“But, my role…”
“You’re mine,” his eyes flashed on her. He focused again...