Sesshomaru thought it was a bowl fit for a king. White and sparkling, he'd never seen anything shine so perfectly. The water reflected his face, his white hair hanging around the giant glass that was the same perfect hue as his locks.

He lowered his head, sipping carefully. He accidentally slurped, the noise being the complete opposite of that any aristocrat would make. He ignored his slip up, too secretly enthralled at how good it tasted. It couldn't simply be water, could it? It tasted too good! He swore he was drinking from the fountain of youth.

"Sesshomaru! What the hell are you doing?" The shrill woman's voice rang out behind him.

His head shot up, swiveled to the doorway where Kagome was standing, hands on hips. If Sesshomaru had ears like his hanyou brother, they would have been flattened embarrassedly against his head. Kagome sighed, rolling her eyes.

"We have glasses in the kitchen so will you please stop drinking out of the toilet?"