Author's Notes: Yes, yet another fic. Less angsty and dark than the usual. Well, the style's different at the very least.

If you've entered in hopes of seeing Inuyasha pair up with Kagome, let me assure you that this is NOT. Beyond the fact that Takahashi-sensei is doing a marvelous job in prolonging the amount of time it requires for a couple to get together (rivaled only by the great Kamio-sensei), I really believe that Inuyasha can keep his overbaked Playdough tart. (Apologies to Kikyou lovers out there. I don't suppose I'd be pleasant either if someone ressurected me from all sorts of decomposed smelly things.)

I also had the overwhelming urge to torment our lead male. *grins wickedly* Hopefully, I'll keep with the tone as light as possible, but knowing me, at some point, I'm bound to just throw in a bit of angst, so bring your hankies out for that part (much later).

Dedications: Kirstian. Quite a few scenes in this fic are based off our insane conversations. *laughs* And to any other Sess/Kag fan out there ^_^

Warning: Sess/Kag pairing, slight OOC, AU.

He never wanted a second of this.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked every inch the imposing aristocrat. Chiseled features that were somehow feminine, the aura that surrounded him was anything but. The dangerous light that shone from his unusual golden eyes seemed at odds with the stoic expression upon his face.

Even the sun was mocking him today, he thought, though he relished the brief moment of quiet before her voice would crash his party of one.

He was the type to enjoy his own company. A lone wolf with entirely too much intelligence and arrogance, he wasn't the type given to friendships. With the exception of his one faithful servant, he really had no one else who he chose to surround himself with. Most people were stupid and entirely too annoying for his liking. As far as the fairer sex went, he only tolerated a select few. Let's face it, there were needs that had to be fulfilled. Although he hated that weaker and baser part of himself, he couldn't help it. He was a man afterall.

His mood was dark. There were supposed to be angry clouds overhead, and rain pouring on top of his head. Unfortunately, the sun wasn't cooperating. Neither was she.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!"

He winced, and fought the twitch that marred his smooth pale skin stretched tautly over impressive cheekbones. The scowl appeared despite his best intentions.

She bounded over even as he tried to move away from her. She latched on immediately, her slender fingers squeezing past his muscled biceps to form a neat manacle.

He closed his eyes, and something sounding like exasperation fought its way out of his lips. "What do you want?"

She gave him a sunny smile. "Myouga-san called. He said there's trouble!"

She sounded entirely too cheery. Sunrise had just happened, and thoughts of killing her were already filling his mind. The bloodthirsty grin that flashed across his features sent her scrambling away.

Her eyes were wide and suspicious. "You're not thinking of killing me again are you, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

He scowled at her. His fingers were itching to go around her neck. She would squawk most nicely, he decided.

She beamed. "You know you couldn't bear to kill me."

Images of violent acts taunted his mind. His eyes sparkled for one brief second before she grabbed his arm once again.

"You couldn't anyway," she pronounced merrily, rubbing her head against his arm much like a kitten. "Who would save your ass if you did?"

Such foul words from her pretty mouth, he thought, eyes darkening to a molten amber. "Idiot," he muttered.

She giggled. "Are you still mad at me?"

He still wanted to throttle her. He hadn't wanted any of this, and yet somehow he was being thrust into the spotlight. He never wanted to be a lord either, but he had been born to the family. With the family name came responsibilities, although truth be told, he didn't mind that aspect. It gave him another reason as to why he was more superior.

"Would you go away if I said yes?" he said rudely.

He knew he sounded childish, and the chiding look on her face told him so. "Now now," she began, "You know there's no one else who can do this."

His mood became blacker at her words. His dark brows drew together, an odd contrast to the unusual colour of his hair.

"And anyway, it's your fault," she continued blithely, ignoring how flabbergasted he looked.

"What?" he practically roared.

She stared at him as if he had grown another head, as if to say "What a silly man. How could you possibly think otherwise?"

He turned around, giving her the full force of his fierce golden eyes. The underlings at work would've cowered, his servants would've run away crying. More than one fully grown man had as a matter of fact. But to this slip of a girl in front of him, she couldn't seem to understand. He had power. He could make anyone obey him with a simple lift of his eyebrow. Hell, even the Prime Minister consulted him before making a move. But she wouldn't cooperate. Noooo, she wouldn't.

"How is that?" His voice had reverted back to its cool, commanding tone.

She blinked and gave him a look that made him doubt his intelligence for a change. It was unnerving. It was also hellishly annoying, and got his blood bubbling right beneath the surface.

"I can think of three reasons. Point one. You're super athletic. You can do those..." Her face reflected her confusion as she struggled to find the words. "... tumbling thingies... and flying through the air bit."

So he could do some gymnastics and acrobatics, he thought silently. Gold trophies littered across the top of his shelf flashed into mind for some unknown reason.

"And you happen to be pretty good at it."

He felt smug for one brief second, and he didn't understand why the hell his heart felt like it was going to explode just because she had recognized his skill.

"Point two. You're also super rich, so you can buy all those fancy gadgets, just like that Batman character."

Great, he was being compared to tall, dark and brooding. He wasn't sure if he liked that too much.

"Mmm... Bruce Wayne... he's so hot."

A nerve in him snapped just like that, and the young woman paid him no attention as her eyes took on a glazed look. He clenched his muscles a little, and she gave a loud exclamation of pain.

"Ow! Why'd you do that for?"

He fought the urge to grin in satisfaction.

"Oh yeah! Point three! You just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Wasn't she supposed to be good for his ego? She was supposed to tell him how smart he was, how wonderful, and how kind, and possibly even how good his rear end looked. His eyebrows nearly shot to his forehead at that thought. No no, bad Sesshoumaru.

"So are we going to help or what?"

The city could go to hell for all he cared. He could easily recuperate his losses with his numerous investments worldwide. He could move to a nice tropical island. Waves would break gently against the shore, and he could be sipping some alcoholic tropical drink, and there would be a dark-haired, blue-eyed pool girl serving him.

He was really losing his mind.

"I never asked for it," he finally said after minutes of silence.

Her lips stretched to form a gentle, breathtaking smile. "I know. But it's the one thing you've done that's given you purpose."

She squeezed his arm reassuringly before bounding away. "Come! We have a city to rescue!"

And how could her legs move so quickly anyway? She was going to fall to her death and topple off the rooftops one of these days. "Watch it, Kagome," he muttered under his breath as he leapt after her.

Damnit. He really never asked to be a hero.