Living with an Inu by On.The.Edge.Of.Insanity

A Dangerous Man Indeed

He was coming up the driveway. Sesshomaru had seen him walk by the day before and the day before that. He'd walk up to the door, hover, like pondering knocking on the door, and then leave. He acted so nonchalant, but Sesshomaru saw right through that. That strange bag he was carrying, always fingering its contents. What could be in there? Something dangerous, Sesshomaru was sure of it!

Sesshomaru left his place on the couch and stealthy hid under the window next to the door, watching the man as he walked up the front step like he did every day. Sesshomaru growled low in his throat. The man looked up, confused at the sound but not able to place it.

"What are you doing?" Sesshomaru heard from behind him.

Sesshomaru yanked Kagome down next to him under the sill. "Quiet woman, less he might hear you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That human is here everyday, with that bag. Something dangerous is in it, this Sesshomaru is sure of it. He is a dangerous human," he muttered, still watching the man through the half pulled curtains. Kagome sighed, annoyed.

"Sesshomaru…that's the mailman."