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This is my first I do hope it will be enjoyable.

He had been feeling it for a while in the meeting. Their mating bond letting him feel what his mate felt.

The pinching on his face.

Small pinpricks around his brows.

He had no idea what it could be and while it had proved to be less than painful, it was still distracting. It continued for 5 minutes straight, beginning on his left brow, then migrating slowly over to his right, leaving tiny warm points of irritation behind. Then it began between the brows. Hard tugs, the slightly painful burning sensation. He wondered what it could be. Perhaps a rash of some sort. Yet he knew that with their bonding, no illness could inflict her, certainly not cause a rash of any sort.

He suddenly yelped. He, the great Lord of the West, yelped before his startled guests, the Lords of the other clans. The sudden intense searing on his upper lip, the burn and the pain had startled the stoic demon from his musings. He rose from his seat glaring at each and every Lord, daring them to utter a word, each turning away from him before he swept from the room intent on finding his mate, a slight worry forming within him. Had she been cursed? Was that where the pain was coming from? Was she in a fight somewhere that he had been unaware of? Although he knew that there could be nothing of the sort wrong, apart from the pain his mate was calm, it still did not stop the little niggling of doubt forming within his chest.

He moved faster.

Slamming the doors back in their joint rooms, he felt the pang of worry burn slightly stronger. She was not there. A deep breath later and the tiny sounds of water sloshing had him covering their room to the door sent in the wall to his right. The door to their bathing room.

As the door bounced off the wall, he finally caught sight of the woman. She was standing by the wash basin, opposite the wall mirror, head turned towards his, a little piece of paper sticking to her fingers. The look of surprise was clearly writ over her features. Her brows and space above her lips looked angry red and puffy.

"Sesshomaru?"

"What in kami's name are you doing woman?"

She glanced from her hand, the little strip of paper with the cold wax on it where the fine hairs on her upper lip were now embedded, to the faint mark she could see just showing at the junction of Sesshoumaru's neck and shoulder, to the youkai's narrowed golden orbs. Realisation dawned. "Ooops." She smiled a crooked, sheepish smile, trying to explain what she had been doing. "Um, it's a way to remove unwanted hair. In my case, my upper lip and this..." She held up the other item sitting innocently beside the basin, brandishing it for the youkai's inspection. "Is for keeping my eyebrows in shape."

"Hn." Narrowed eyes seemed to impossibly narrow further. "This Sesshomaru requires you to stop this until the meeting is over." He waved his hand gracefully to encompass the girl and her grooming implements. His tone had been sharp, demanding obedience. Kagome narrowed her own set of sapphire orbs, burning as brightly as his with indignation, but before she could retort, the male turned on his heel and returned to the meeting chambers, leaving the bathroom door ajar and a fuming woman behind.

Satisfied that the meeting could now be continued without further disturbance, he let the Lords resume as though nothing had happened. Some of the older, mated youkai were trying to hide smirks, he noticed. He briefly wondered why.

The roar sounded throughout the castle, the walls reverberating to the sound. Flocks of bird leapt startled into the air from the trees outside the walls, squawking their fright to the world. Servants dropped dishes and fell off ladders as they readied for the evening festivities, surprised at the noise of their Lord. Glass rattled in windows as if a gale were blowing outside.

Kagome sat serenely on the stool in the bathroom, one leg propped up against the copper tub, an angry red welt along her leg with tiny darker spots sprinkled over it. She dangled the larger strip of wax, this one warm, in her hand as she leaned back against the wall, on her face and evil smirk of fulfilment. As the sound of crashing became louder, she idle wondered how he would take the bikini waxing. The smirk deepened, her beautiful eyes darkened to the colour of the deep sea in mischief.

The older youkai looked at one another in the meeting chambers and then all, at the same time, guffawed and laughed, some holding their stomachs in their mirth while others wiped the errant tear from jubilant eyes. The younger, yet unmated males, watched on in confusion, wondering what had happened that day to their Lords.