Pairing: Sess x Inu
Emotion: Embarrassment
Object: Tenseiga
Word: Bitch
Wildcard: Bruise
Word Count: 759
For: Kayt
P.S.: I couldn't help it. The randomness of the request somehow led me to make a second part to a previous drabble. They hone in on Sesshoumaru next! Oh also not slash I guess, but some bl is insinuated VERY lightly.

Grasp

They were fighting again. And like always it was Sesshoumaru's fault.

Inuyasha's group had been walking along, minding their own business when all of a sudden Sesshoumaru landed in front of them out of nowhere and had the nerve to draw his sword- Tenseiga it looked like; Huh, so this wasn't a fight to the death, just a sparring match, Inuyasha thought as he drew Tetsusaiga.

The intentions had been unspoken yet were known once both took a few seconds to silently acknowledge what was about to go down between them. In the middle of a public road. In front of his friends.

And then whoosh!

Sesshoumaru was airborne, dropping down from the sky onto Inuyasha, his Tenseiga slashing for Inuyasha's neck in a downwards arc. Inuyasha pivoted to his right, spinning around then to his left to bring Tetsusaiga's blade down on the bastard's spine. Sesshomaru's eyes followed the fang's trail, and before it struck rolled himself in midair to the right, landing on his feet with a soft puff of dirt fluttering around him.

They stared each other down again as they readied their weapons.

"WAIT!" someone screamed. The sound pierced the air, making the humans wince, and the demons recoil from attacking each other.

Both Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha looked over at the source of the disturbance, more than ready to focus their attacks on that instead.

"Wench, what the hell do you think you're doing, you-!"

"SIT!"

Inuyasha plummeted into the earth.

Sesshoumaru rose a critical eye at his brother's twitching form submerged in the ruble, not even noticing the girl that was trotting up to him. How pathetic.

He did notice however when his clawed hand was grabbed by a rougher, more petite, clawless hand.

"What do you think you're doing, ningen," he said icily, about ready to rip his hand away from the girl in a split second, but pausing only because if he did that he'd more than likely slice the girls hand off. And were he to do that then the sparring matches with his sibling that he found to be rather stress relieving would become non-existent in the very near future.

So he let her do whatever it was she was doing with his claws as his ear twitched when he heard Inuyasha getting up, then-

"Bitch what the hell are you doing? Get away from him!" Inuyasha yelled out, readying his sword. "Sesshoumaru, if you hurt her I swear-!"

Inuyasha plummeted into the ground again. He blinked. And then his hand was let go.

Sesshoumaru looked over at the ningen, her eyes impossibly large as she regarded him while walking backwards slowly as if in awe or fear. The latter as she should rightfully feel when in his presence.

However, when she made it back to the other two ningens the hanyou traveled with, she pulled the demon slayer to the side.

"Well? What's his hand like?" the female with the Hiraikotsu whispered, curiosity causing her to glance over to him and then nervously back to her friend as she caught him raising a brow at them.

Did they think he couldn't hear them?

"Sango," the miko whispered harshly. "There are some things that are better left alone, and his hands and... that ... are one of them! He would break me! I mean, maybe someone like Inuyasha could take it from Sesshoumaru but..." she trailed off as if something seemed to go off in her mind.

Both women's eyes mirrored each others as they looked over at him once again. And for some reason, the looks they were giving him caused a flicker of embarrassment. A feeling that was promptly murdered within the span of a second.

"Oh for the love of-" came an angry grumble from the earth before him. Sesshoumaru's eyes swept over to his sibling, who sported a rather fetching bruise on the side of his face. "You guys aren't talking about how big his hand to dick ratio is, are you?"

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened only fractionally. And the embarrassment flooded the dam he'd created earlier. They were what?

"SIT!" the woman-child yelled out of her own mortification.

"Hmph," the youkai scoffed. "You ningen and your archaic form of hypotheses."

He sheathed his sword and turned to take flight, but paused briefly to throw over his shoulder, "A youkai's hand such as mine is meant to grasp something that far exceeds its grip."

And with that he transcended into the air and flew off, leaving every single one of Inuyasha's group blushing a bright cherry red.

THE END.

Author's Note: Thanks Kayt for inspiring me with your request! XD Hope you all enjoyed the lols xD