He turned to her and growled.
"It would be wise on your part not to touch another male,"
She was shocked, one, because the man he was speaking of was his father, and two, because it would seem that her 'Mate' was jealous, which was insane.
"He is your father," she said calmly but with a 'are you serious' look on her face.
He closed the space between them slowly, and she looked up at him.
"You dare question me?" he said, narrowing his eyes,
"He is your father," She said slowly as if he had missed that part.
He grabbed her arm hard, which caused her to gasp; he growled low in her ear. "You are my mate," he said possessively, but not in a possessive way as to protect her; he said it as if she were a toy of his that no one else was allowed to play with or touch.
Kagome didn't understand demon ways, so again she said, "He is your father," This time with a little uneasy laugh as she said it. She didn't like this, his hand was gripping her arm tighter, and it began to hurt. She had no idea what had gotten into him or why he was acting this way; he didn't care about her. Then it hit her; he was a demon; this had to have something to do with him being a demon and her being his mate. She sighed, great, just great; then she felt him tighten his grip on her again. She was in her own thoughts and ignoring him, and he didn't like it.
"Sesshomaru, let go; you're hurting me," she said, trying to pull her arm from him.
"Answer me, woman!" He said between his tight jaw; he did not know why he was so angry; he knew why he had gotten mad, but he didn't know why he was this mad. It could be the fact she was fighting against him.
He wanted an answer, and the truth was that, yes, she touched him, but his father was just trying to make her feel better, nothing more, but since he wanted a truthful answer, she gave it to him.
"Yes, I dare touch him." It was the truth she didn't really dare because, in her mind, she had done nothing wrong; she didn't know touching another male was wrong, even if it was the father. As soon as the back of his hand made contact with her face, she wished she had lied.
His anger broke loose and slapped her. Not hard enough to make her jerk but enough to sting, enough to make her cry. She put her hand up to her cheek and looked at him, shock in her eyes; he had just slapped her; how could he?
As soon as she looked at him, he felt sick, though he did not show it. He was never one to lose control. He had just gone against his honor, and he hated it, for he lived by his honor. She was human and was still trying to figure things out, not a demon female who knew the rules. He cursed himself and his father; this was his fault.
"The only man you shall touch is this Sesshomaru," he said quickly as he released her and walked away. As soon as his back was to her, she let a tear fall down her cheek. It had hurt; she knew Sesshomaru; she knew he would say mean things and treat her coldly, heck she even knew he could kill her without a second thought, but one thing she had thought he would never do was strike a woman.
As the day went on, she kept to herself, refusing everyone's company. She sat alone and began to talk to herself.
"He hit me," she said, calm, touching her cheek. She did know most demons were protective of their mates when they were pregnant, so this seemed so confusing to her. Maybe because he didn't feel like she was his mate, hell, she didnt feel like she was his mate. She remembers how she felt when he bit down on her neck, making her his in that one moment; she did feel like she was his, but only for a second.
Now Kagome felt broken and sad, but then again, even with her face stinging, she felt calm. She didn't care anymore; this was her new life, and she was just going to have to live it, and she decided it was up to her whether or not to live it in happiness or sadness. Kagome looked at herself in the mirror; she was going to be happy; she would not let him destroy her or hurt her, and she would not waste tears on the like of him.
Still, it stung, and not just in the face.