It's not a match made from heaven, but it'll have to do. SessKag
People like to say they know why they're together. They're different, and those different attracts to each other. He rolls his eyes inside his head, because duh, he's Sesshoumaru, and she falls to the ground laughing, because duh, she's Kagome.
It didn't make sense.
When they first got together, people laughed, demon's laughed, humans laughed, even the flowers laughed. It just didn't make sense! Why would a powerful, intelligent demon marry, or mate, as the fanged-ones called it, a mere pathetic, thick-headed human? He can jump higher then the sky and sail the seven seas whilst she sat in the garden admiring the same flowers everyday. It just wasn't meant to be. She babbled on and filled the other's silence, and those who were privileged to see the spectacle can all honestly say Sesshoumaru hated the noise and that Kagome hated his silence as well. They were not compatible, she liked fritzy, lovey, spin around and around themes while he would be the quiet sophisticated themed. But they stayed together. Wasn't meant to be.
Grinning like an idiot, Kagome weaved the little piece of grass with another piece, over and over again. Sesshoumaru watched with mild interest, wondering how such a clumsy human can have such elegant hands, but slowly, she finished, and laid out her creation onto the marble floor, her long gown flared around her. He looked at her creation above her shoulder as she looked at him, before standing up and skipping away, carefree forever.
It was a heart.
He almost smiled.
They may not fit over the concept of marriage and romance like a glove, but it's molding, it's molding, and it's becoming something unique, something their's. It's not a match made in heaven, but in the world we live in, it's better then nothing at all.
She smiled and laughed and giggled as she skipped away. For them...
It's perfection.