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jafndaegur · 6 years

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Sesskag Week: Day Two

Surprise and Cherish

Sesskag Week 2k18 | Day Two: Fleeting, Whisper, Touch, Cherry Blossoms

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Their group was down-trodden and exhausted. In the previous week, nothing but fighting Naraku’s puppets had occurred. It was quite frankly demoralizing, feeling as though they were getting closer and closer to their goal yet never truly reaching it. Towards the end of the second month of their combined forces, Sesshomaru brought everyone back around to the village at the edge of the Inuyasha forest. The group that his half-brother had allowed him to lead sorely needed a break, he could see it in all their faces, in all their eyes—despite that they never once complained, although that may have been through fear of him. But he knew that not all warriors could be like himself, on the unrelenting road of conquest. The group morale needed a touch of care before they could go on. More than likely, they would not have another chance to rest like this. No. They would not.

Kagome took a breath of relief and watched as Kaede came to greet them. Shippo and Rin were eager to say their hellos to the old woman. Sango, Miroku, and Kohaku had also gone to meet the priestess, thanking her for the hospitality in their brief respite before they would have to continue onward.

“You want to go home, don’t ya?” Inuyasha’s voice was hushed as he stepped up beside her, looking down on the ground as he refused to gaze at her.

Her heart sank a little. “I don’t know when the next chance will come. I want to see my family one last time before we move on. I can tell Sesshomaru is making a strained exception for this.”

“Yeah. The bastard’s making an exception for us…or for them,” the hanyou gestured to their friends with a brief nod of his head. “After this he’ll drive us forward without break or remorse…this is his heads-up I guess.”

With a soft hum, she tried to wonder if going home would be the best decision after all.

A hand on her shoulder surprised her, and her attention swung to Inuyasha again. He still could not look at her, but he stared forward, watching their friends converse happily with Kaede. “Go on,” he said. “I’ll cover for you.”

Kagome’s eyes widened in surprise before she slowly pulled away. She tried to force out the words of thanks but she just couldn’t find a way to say it. All she could hear in her head were his pleas of I need time. Would he not even follow her to the well as he normally did? She felt his fingers linger on the curve of her shoulder for a brief moment before his hand fell to his side, and she knew then that was when she needed to run. So, she did. The wind fled and entered her lungs in gasps, and it stung her face and skin. She’d already been resolved to how he felt. So why did it hurt? It had hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt, it hurt it hurt it ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts…

Her hands gripped the side of the Bone Eater’s Well and she was more than ready to tumble down into its depths—

when a sharp grasp caught her arm and yanked her back.

Stunned gold eyes met hers, a pursed lip, and brows raised in disbelief.

“Miko, what on earth,” Sesshomaru’s voice was clipped and his chest huffed slightly as if he was struggling to speak, “are you thinking? This one did not bring our travels to a halt for you to kill yourself.”

“Let me go please,” she begged, her feet alighting on the ground as he guided her away from the well.

“Get ahold of yourself,” he growled. “You are not in your right mind if you think you can escape our cause through death. This Sesshomaru expected more of you miko.”

His words surprised her and for a moment she couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“I thought higher of you.” His brow furrowed, and he shoved her arm aside with disgust.

Suddenly, it dawned upon Kagome. He didn’t know. The daiyoukai had not known them long enough to know about the well and its magical properties. And while she had been genuinely distraught about her situation with Inuyasha, she had no intention of hurtling herself to an untimely demise without seeing her family first.

A giggle broke past her lips, and she hurried to cover her mouth.

The Inu was glaring daggers.

“Sesshomaru.” She reached out and gently held his clawed fingers in her hand, noticing as he tensed and stared skeptically at her before he allowed the small gesture. “I want you to see something.”

The anger in his expression slowly disappeared and he remained quiet as she led him back to the lip of the well. She sat down its rim, never once letting go of his hand. He stood behind her, watching in judging silence.

“Follow me,” she gave his hand a light tug, her head tilting back to stare at him with bright bluebell eyes. “If anyone can, surely you can.”

That statement was strange. Was she complementing or reassuring him?

He said nothing as he gathered her up into his arm, supporting her against her chest as she squeaked in surprise. Had she not been expecting him to select a gesture like that? Perhaps not. But he felt no remorse or regret at picking her up, this would be the easiest way to figure out what she meant. The great daiyoukai hopped up onto the side of the well before staring down. He could clearly see the dirt bottom and the protrusions of half-buried demon carcasses.

“Do not waste my time, miko,” he warned.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Just jump, and then you’ll see.”

With a soft hum at her confidence and none of the unstable emotions from earlier, he decided to trust her—and jump.

There was a burst of warm air as they fell down the well. Light erupted all around them in a conflagration of blues and purples. Sesshomaru gasped out, his hold on Kagome tightening as he realized they continued to fall downwards. Strands of her black hair fluttered and swirled along with the silver strands of his, like tails to kites in the sky. There was no seeming end or beginning to the space they were in. In the void where they fell, there was only light…

And Kagome.

His feet landed on soft ground with a gentle thump, and whatever powers had guided them away released their hold on them. The daiyoukai doubled over, his senses assaulted with so many scents and sounds that he felt as if he were drowning. He had not felt this way for a very very long time, since he was a pup under his father’s guidance at least. His eyes watered and his ears felt as though they were bleeding. What was this horrid place? Where were they?

Kagome’s embrace on him suddenly became stronger, and he found that she pulled herself up just a bit, hugging him closer to her.

“I forgot how sensitive youkai can be. Inuyasha wasn’t really phased, but you…you are twice as aware as he is, huh?” Her voice was soothing against the cacophony all around him.

He sought her comfort immediately, drawing her flush against him and breathing in her smell. Amid the acrid atmosphere, she smelled of cherry blossoms and cardamom. His hand gripped her side as he buried his nose against her shoulder.

She patted his back gently, hushing and cooing encouragement as if he needed it like a whelp would.

This damn woman. This damn human woman. What is she doing to me?

His trembling eventually stilled, his senses were completely filled with her. He was able to block everything else out. An exhale brushed past his lips.

He stood up straight and stared down at her. In his mind he found that he could not place a reason to be cold or aloof towards her in regard to his moment of uncharacteristic weakness. She had been so distraught earlier, and he had treated her almost as if she were a traitor. Almost. Had she truly given way to any sort of betrayal, he would not have been so lenient. However, given that something clearly happened when he jumped through the well, he knew she’d been genuine in her confusion as to why he would be upset at her. She had been going somewhere. And he had berated her with harsh words. And even now, when he experience a lapse of pain, she sought to comfort him.

“Apologies,” he whispered, so softly and so lowly, he hoped she did not hear it.

But the wide round eyes of hers told him she had.

Her throat constricted just a bit as she stared up at him. What was this feeling in her chest? The way he looked at her caused something to churn slowly, and not unpleasantly. Perhaps she was being wishful but that concern in his eyes—she hoped…They had only been traveling together for a short time, sharing one-sided conversations and stories through their journey. But still there was a feeling, a sort of lightness in the air that surrounded them. It reminded her of something special. Of a closeness between them.

“Let me show you my home, Sesshomaru,” Kagome murmured, her hands sliding to rest on his shoulders.

He set her down wordlessly. A nod.

She took his hand again, leading him up the stairs of the well house. The girl slid the door open and allowed the sunlight to stream in. Her gaze flickered to the daiyoukai, who for once, did nothing to hide his incredulity at the sight. She wanted to laugh. This was the most she had ever seen him express. Ever.

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Kagome,” he stated suddenly.

Her belly fluttered for just a moment and she followed the trail of his gaze to her house.

“We have much to talk about, it seems.” His words were gentle. His gaze as he stared down at her was equally so. His face held no emotion, but the honeyed depths of his eyes told everything she needed to hear.

Kagome couldn’t help but cherish the fleeting moment of hope in her heart.

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chierafied · 7 years

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SessKag Week Day 2 - Obon

Honouring the Dead

Post-Canon / Romance / 1,125 words

Note: This one shot takes place in the same universe as my on-going chapter story Life After Loss. This snippet happens outside the events of the story so it works as a standalone and doesn’t spoil anything. :)

The mood in Edo was festive. A small smile touched Kagome’s lips as she watched everyone bustle around, preparing for the evening. The wood for the bonfire was slowly piling in the centre of the village.

Miroku oversaw everything with a watchful eye. Kaede might have been the miko of the village, but Obon was a Buddhist affair – like most matters pertaining to death.

Kagome nodded to Miroku in passing and continued walking towards the stone stairs rising towards the shrine.

Inuyasha had always liked Obon. He’d been intrigued about the human festivals, glad to participate in whatever way he could. Kagome suspected it was because after so many years, he had finally found a place to belong; in Edo, with her.

Sesshoumaru must have caught impressions of her mood through their mating bond, because he was watching her, his eyebrow arched in a silent question.

Kagome slanted a glance his way and shrugged her shoulders, starting the familiar climb.

“Inuyasha enjoyed this festival,” she explained, his presence a comfort at her back as he trailed after her up the stairs.

“And you?” he asked.

Kagome smiled again. Trust him to hear even the things left unsaid.

“I always felt like an outsider, even back when we were living here,” she admitted. “Obon is all about the spirits of the ancestors. How could I participate in the festivities with good conscience? I don’t know who my ancestors are, not this far in the past. My family can trace their line through most of the Edo period, but Sengoku era? And even if I did know my ancestors here, they’d likely still be alive.”

They reached the top of the stairs, and Kagome paused to flash Sesshoumaru a rueful smile. “So you see my problem.”

“I see how it would be difficult to be displaced in a different time.”

“With Inuyasha’s help, though, I was able to find a compromise,” Kagome said. She gathered her supplies: some cloth, incense and a bucket full of water. “So we came up with a tradition of our own.”

Sesshoumaru’s surprise bubbled through their mating bond, when Kagome stopped in front of the gravestone. He had probably expected her to pay her respects at the next grave over – and she would, in due time. But this was Obon, and the tradition had been hers and Inuyasha’s, so this was respecting his spirit, too.

“We figured,” she spoke softly, starting to clean the grave of her once rival, “that since I was Kikyou’s reincarnation, it would make her my ancestor.”

Sesshoumaru knelt beside her on the grass, and contemplated the silent gravestone.

“I suppose that is true, in a sense. I am glad Inuyasha found some way for you to celebrate.”

Warmth flooded Kagome, and she dipped her cloth in the water, starting the scrub the gravestone clean.

“And I do appreciate your conundrum. Of course, our kind does not always pay much attention to your human rituals.” He sounded almost apologetic.

“Why would you? You have a culture of your own,” she said. She’d learned enough about the demon society not to take offense.

“We, too, honour our dead. But the concept of ancestors is a difficult one, when a single generation spans centuries. So we use Obon to remember all our dead. It is not always easy for us, to notice the passage of time.”

“Using the human holidays helps you to keep track. Like an anchor.” Kagome nodded to herself. “That’s nice.”

Sesshoumaru stayed silent.

Kagome kept to her task. She could feel Sesshoumaru’s hesitation through their bond and guessed there was something he still wanted to say, but she waited. A small reflection of all the patience he had shown to her.

“I know,” he spoke at last, “that as his mate this would likely be your task but… May I take care of him?”

Kagome’s hands stilled. Her throat tightened and tears burned in her eyes.

She had cried enough for a lifetime, but this was different.

He caught the tear rolling down her cheek with the tip of his claw.

“This Sesshoumaru presumed too much,” he said, bowing his head. “Forgive me.”

Kagome shook her head. She flung down the cleaning cloth and turned to cup Sesshoumaru’s cheeks.

“No, you silly youkai,” she told him, meeting his eyes. “You do not.”

He frowned at her, displeasure written on his face.

“I made you cry.”

She smiled at him, soft and sad. She run her thumbs down to his jawline in a comforting caress.

“I’m sorry my wounds have made you wary. But not all tears are born from grief.” She leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I’d be happy – very happy – if took care of him.”

His golden eyes softened. The tender look in them echoed another one that Kagome still carried in her heart.

Sesshoumaru grabbed her wrists and gently pulled her hands from his cheeks. He kissed the back of both of her hands before he released them.

He got up, and walked over to the grave next to Kikyou’s. He knelt in front of it, then started plucking out weeds and clearing out the old ash from burnt incense.

Kagome picked up her own wash cloth again, but snuck glances at Sesshoumaru as they worked.

All the times they had visited his grave together, he had always watched her tend it. Sometimes, he had helped… But this was the first time he’d taken the task upon himself.

It felt right.

Kagome finished washing Kikyou’s grave. She lit fresh incense, and bowed her head in a prayer.

Down in the village, the sound of drums started, their steady rhythm filling the air like a heartbeat.

Sesshoumaru lit incense and rose. He set his hand on Kagome’s shoulder.

“Ready?”

She smiled up at him. “Yes.”

He pulled her to her feet. She put the cloth and the bucket back in their places, then spared one last look at the two graves.

Kikyou and Inuyasha, resting side by side.

That felt right, too.

Kagome laid her hand on Sesshoumaru’s arm. They walked over to the stairs and paused under the torii, looking down into the village.

The bonfire was lit. The villagers, dressed in their better kimonos, had formed a circle around it. The drum beat a rhythm and the villagers stepped and turned, moving as one to the steps of the dance.

The steps might change, but five hundred years from now, people would still gather for the obon dance.

Kagome drew comfort in that.

Despite death and the teeth of time, some things would last.

Sesshoumaru’s voice was a soft murmur in her year. “What are you thinking, Kagome?”

“Love,” she replied, squeezing his arm. “I’m thinking about love.”

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rin-afananditshows · 7 years

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It’s past midnight. I’ll be gone all day tomorrow/today starting too early so I’m just posting this now.

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jafndaegur · 7 years

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Sesskag Week 2017: Day Two ~Obon~

Look for the Sakura

Word count: 1628, Goblin: the Great and Lonely God AU

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Sesshomaru fell to his knees, the hard and jarring against his sore bones. He gasped in pain as he dropped Bakusaiga, watching as Narkau melted into a pile of sizzling tar. The poltergeist had put up more of a fight dead, than when he had back during the search for the Jewel in the Feudal Era. Coughing, he spat up blood that made its way past his lips. This was it.

The sword had been pulled from his chest. Now he was to die here. Broken and undignified.

If it didn’t hurt to make noises, he would have scoffed.

“Sesshomaru!”

The goblin looked up to see Kagome rush toward her, panic set in her face. Inuyasha, the grim reaper version of his brother, followed closely behind. His ears were flattened against the top of his head and his gold eyes widened in disbelief. One hand hid in the leather of his coat pockets, while the other held the baseball cap for his other-worldly duties.

“Sesshomaru, look at me, we have to get you to a hospital,” the girl supported his shoulders as he slumped forward.

“Woman,” he shook his head, bangs scratching against his eyes. “You know what this means. No hospital can help this Sesshomaru now.”

“No, there has to be some way,” she insisted, her hands flying to his cheeks. Her fingers almost recoiled at how frozen he was to the touch. “Just because I pulled that stupid sword…you can’t…it’s not fair…”

His brow lifted, and he shook his head weakly. “Woman, several hundred years from the past has not changed how I dislike idle chatter.” A growl escaped from his mouth as his hand flew to his chest where the gaping hole pulsed. “You’ve pulled my curse from me. This is my end.”

“No, no it’s not fair,” Kagome whispered, her hands shaking.

“Hey Sesshomaru, what happens when I pull the sword from your chest?”

Hn. This one will transform into a broom, hehe.

“Jeez, old man. Had I known that one little beer would’ve gotten drunk, I would have told Mr. Grim Reaper to not take you out tonight.”

This Sesshomaru is hardly inebriated.

“Hm…if you turn into a broom, why don’t I pull the sword from your chest at first snowfall? We’ll need one then.”

…that is acceptable.

“I thought you would turn into a broom,” she muttered weakly, the pad of her thumb sweeping gently over his cheekbone.

The goblin shook his head. “This one will become a beautiful broom.”

“This isn’t funny,” she whispered. “I can’t bring you back. I can’t stop this. I’m just the Shikon Miko who can’t stop you from dying.”

“Hn…” his vision was blurring and his thoughts slurred together. “The Shikon Miko…was destined to be the goblin’s bride. You gave him much happiness in this life of his.”

“You didn’t grant my three wishes, you have to stay.”

“You know very well woman, this Sesshomaru takes orders from no one.”

“Please, old man,” her endearment died on her tongue and a sob came out instead. “I didn’t think I could but I lo…I love…”

He rested his forehead on hers, his white hair mixing with the black locks of her bangs. Ragged breaths came from him as he inhaled and exhaled. She held his face closer, trying to bring him as close as she could to him. Reiki brushed up against the fragile remains of his youki and he found it almost comforting. The small sizzles of the two contradicting powers soothed and relaxed him.

“You, have never been one to fall short of words,” he whispered. “Do not do so now.”

A firework, the first of many, shot into the sky. It blared out the words that moved when her lips did. But he allowed his generally solemn expression to melt into a small quirk of the corners of his mouth. His right hand found hers, and stroked the arch between her pointer finger and her palm. She trembled as his golden eyes found hers. “So do I,” he murmured, responding to the words hidden by the fire cracker’s boom.

More began to shoot into the sky, festive music heard from down below the roof top of their building. The world seemed so indifferent to his passing. Then again it always had been, since the moment he had become cursed.

“You should partake in the obon festival,” he inhaled, “such sorrow does not befit you.”

“How can you talk about me going to the celebration when you’re here, bleeding out and dying?” she demanded, her voice cracking with disbelief.

“I would hardly say I’m bleeding out. When you pulled the sword out there was hardly any blood.”

She squeaked in protest. In her mind, she could not believe that this was the last thing he would be talking about.

The goblin almost laughed and smile at her reaction, she had always been one for drama. But a surge of again sent rails of agony into his system. He grunted, his left arm burning as it began to turn to his telltale wisps of lavender power. Except this time, he was not controlling it. His clock was ticking.

“The sakura blossoms,” Sesshomaru said, his voice low and rumbling.

Kagome clung to his hand tighter, eyes watering as she tried to understand his statement. “What?”

He gave an amused chuckle and sat back on his heels with the last bits of his remaining strength. His still tangible hand tightened its grip on hers, trying to remember the feeling of her warmth. This last little bit of peace, he wanted to remember it through his punishment.

“This Sesshomaru will return as the sakura blossoms,” he sighed, the pain lacing from his arms up into his shoulders. “After the storms have rained and scattered the petals. This Sesshomaru will come as the winds that makes the sakura dance in the sky.”

Tears slid down the girl’s cheeks.

“I will command and demand the deity until it is so.”

“You can’t just leave,” she pressed, his grip was failing and she brought his clawed fingers to her lips, kissing the knuckles. “I’d just discovered that you weren’t such a horrible jerk. And that you’re selective about when you use your royal ‘we’. Please I want to spend more time with you learning those things.”

His eyes softened while his lips remained drawn in their almost straight line. “Wait for the sakura to bloom, and you will find those times with this one.”

Sesshomaru could feel his heart squeezing, he had only a few moments left.

She continued to talk to him, her words flying faster than he could catch. As a daiyokai, he had always prided himself on his keen senses. Even more so when he became the cursed goblin. However, now as his hearing and his sensation of touch died away, he felt more than content to watch her. The way the fireworks seemed to dye her hair and skin in radiant colors, and he tried to recall why his younger self had despised humanity. In front of him, the human woman dazzled—her teardrops in the colorful light looked like opals while her bloodstained hands looked as if they had been dipped in liquid ruby and amber.

“Kagome.”

Her attention snapped to him, and her eyes widened. “You…you said my name. But you promised you would ne—”

The goblin smiled, taking in a deep breath, scenting her and the night around her. “Look for the sakura.”

Kagome watched in horror as his body disappeared, leaving only thin tendrils of lilac and lavender smoke. She had only blinked. It hadn’t even been a second’s worth of time she passed. One moment, the proud goblin had been there, sitting in pain before her, the sword of his own on the ground beside him. Now, the only proof that he had been there was his blood on her hands that had come from when she had pulled the sword from her chest. A wail escaped as her throat felt raw—she didn’t even remember processing that she wanted to make the sound. She cried out, turning this way and that, trying to look for him.

“You jerk! I had just started to care for you! You can’t leave!”

Inuyasha stepped forward, placing the baseball cap on his head. Black streams of his powers surged around in the air as he went and rested his hand on her shoulder. She shook and sobbed, her body not in control. Helping her up, he gripped her despite the way she struggled.

“Oi, wench,” he insisted, embracing her. “I think tonight is the perfect night for him to go.”

Her eyes looked up at him in betrayal.

“It’s obon, so he won’t get lost. Other’s will be able to guide him,” he said, he patted the top of her head slowly. “Come on.”

Without waiting for her, he transported them to the street below. He guided her through the traffic of colorful kimonos and yukatas, his golden gaze determined. Not a single noise came from her as she followed him numbly.

They stopped at the small stream that ran behind Sesshomaru’s and his home. She collapsed at the bank, her eyes watching the moving water helplessly. He left her there for a moment before returning with the lanterns they had all been making that morning. By now the city’s fireworks were a dull throbbing in the night sky, the bright colors no longer vibrant—just far away.

The three lanterns seemed hugged in the tiny brook. But they began to float anyways, their little wooden platforms bobbing up and down. He gave Kagome a small smile, and she looked up at him weakly.

Together they released the lanterns and watched them sail away out of their reach.

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chierafied · 6 years

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Instinct (SKW2018d2)

Prompt: Fleeting, whisper, touch, cherry blossoms

Modern AU. 744 words.

The scent of cherry blossoms teased Sesshoumaru’s nose.

It caught his attention and pulled his thoughts out of the work e-mail he’d been trying to compose in his head. His chopsticks had stopped mid-air – although even that he noticed only vaguely.

That delicious scent was taking over all of his awareness.

Instinctively, he turned towards it, a soft growl rumbling in his throat like a purr.

And from somewhere deep within came a whisper; dark and ancient and demanding.

Mine.

Had Sesshoumaru been thinking, been able to apply his usual cool logic at that moment, he would’ve been alarmed if not appalled. He’d never had such a reaction to a scent before and the implications of the strength of his response would have sent his mind reeling.

But at the clutches of that delicate perfume of cherry blossoms, Sesshoumaru was beyond thinking; operating instead on pure instinct.

He didn’t register the loud scrape of chair legs against the tiled floor as he pushed up from his seat. Paid no heed to the curious glances the other patrons of the store sent his way.

He only cared about the scent he’d honed in on, and tracking it to its origin.

Sesshoumaru found her standing before the counter, studying the selection.

She was slightly taller than average and had curves in all the right places. She’d caught her plump bottom lip between even white teeth as she frowned in concentration. She was wearing a bright and cheerful sundress and was clasping at the handbag hanging from her slender shoulder. Blue-black hair fell freely down her back, cascading to her waist. Fair creamy skin that Sesshoumaru’s fingers itched to touch.

He stopped right behind her, easily towering over her.

For a fleeting moment, some veneer of civilisation slipped in and stopped him from burying his nose in her hair.

Or perhaps that was on instinct too – he did not want to scare her off, which meant he would have to respect her boundaries, no matter how much he wished to mark her with his youki.

The woman was completely oblivious to his presence, still contemplating her choices for lunch. Lost in her thoughts, she took a step back, stumbling as she collided into him.

Sesshoumaru’s hands clamped down on her arms to steady her, revelling at the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers.

He never wanted to let go.

The woman turned to look over her shoulder at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry,” she squeaked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sesshoumaru reassured her, even gifting her one of his rare smiles.

Inside, his instincts were clawing at him; that whisper from earlier had swelled into a howl.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Are you all right?” he asked, as he forced himself to let go of her.

“Yup, fine, thanks,” she replied, still obviously flustered since the words had tumbled out of her mouth so quickly they almost tripped over one another.

“I’m glad,” Sesshoumaru murmured and took a careful step back.

He felt like grinning when the woman stole one last glance at him before turning back towards the counter.

As she made and paid for her order, Sesshoumaru’s mind was feverishly working on a way he could use to persuade her to come to share his table.

He stepped past her and pulled out a few more serviettes from the dispenser, pretending that was why he’d come over to the counter.

They turned around at the same time.

Shared a side glance and a quick smile.

Sesshoumaru could’ve spent forever just staring into those blue eyes.

All out of clever plans, he decided to take a leap and just be honest.

“There’s room at my table,” he told the young woman. “If you’d like company.”

She was blushing again. She bit down on her lip and Sesshoumaru’s gaze keenly tracked the movement.

“I don’t want to intrude,” she said at last.

“You wouldn’t be,” Sesshoumaru said. “I’d be delighted to have your company.”

Was that too much? He had a sinking feeling he’d made a fool out of himself.

But then, hesitant, the woman nodded.

Sesshoumaru grinned, his instincts howling their victory.

He decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to make this woman his.

Even if he had to make a fool out of himself a hundred times over.

He knew, deep in his bones and with all of his soul, that it would be worth it.

#sesskag-week2018 #skw:day2 #inuyasha fanfiction #sesskag #chie writes #fic: sk

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