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She still remembered the day she fell in love with him.
She was seven then, playing at her friend Inuyasha’s house. A storm blew up suddenly, forcing them inside. They huddled on the floor of the kitchen, under the table, as the wind howled menacingly.
Sesshoumaru was fourteen, and was supposed to be baby-sitting. It seemed like forever before he found them.
Inuyasha was in tears.
“Wimp,” the teen muttered.
Kagome’s eyes grew wide as Sesshoumaru lifted his sobbing sibling into an embrace. He gazed at her for a long moment before extending his hand.
“It’ll all be okay now.”