Fan and Fur - SessKagu Weekend 2019

Summary: Prompts for SessKagu Weekend on tumblr.

A/N: See? I can do more ships than InuKag!
Totally tell me how I did, I'm kinda anxious to hear your opinions.

tag #sesskagu weekend.
Prompts:
Day 1 [April 26th]: Romantic / Pink
Day 2 [April 27th]: Tragic / Grey
Day 3 [April 28th]: Free Day + AUs

Day 1 - Romantic / Pink

It was a small shop, from the outside it looked plain and not very promising. Even inside it looked like a place where one could buy only plain, rather cheap clothes.

And yet, somehow, Lord Sesshomaru was stepping in. Jaken couldn't understand his lordship at all - why the daiyoukai who could purchase the entire village or destroy it with the same ease, why was he gracing that humble place with his presence?

Sadly, the loyal retainer was never to find out why his lord chose to step into a tiny shop in a small town, as ordinary as he himself wasn't. The daiyoukai sighed as he entered the cool, dimly lit shop filled with plain outfits for humans to wear. He didn't even spare a glance at them.

"Ah, my lord, welcome back," an old woman came out from a room even darker than this one, hidden behind a thick veil.

"Hm. Do you have what this one demanded of you?" the daiyoukai asked. The shadow of the old woman looked nothing like a shadow of a thin human female's, it had too many limbs that bent in odd places. He observed it move on the wall behind the female as she bent down to fetch a small package.

"Here, my lord," she said, offering the pack to him with both hands. He picked it with his right one only, for obvious reason. "I hope you and the one for whom this is meant will be pleased."

"Hm," he gave a small nod and turned to look at a simple cotton yukata with a pattern of red and orange squares. It was obviously meant for a child. "This one will take this garment as well."

"As my lord wishes," the woman bowed and went to fold and pack the chosen yukata. Both spoke not of prices or anything else for that matter. When the lord took the second package the old woman noticed that the first one was seemingly gone from his hand and she briefly wondered where he had stored the rather big pack. Yet she was too wise to ask for answers when the lord didn't look in the mood to grant them. It was better to stay on his good side - and it meant not wasting his time. He looked like he wanted to run out of hr shop, even if for an untrained eye he seemed as stoic as ever.

Jaken perked up when he saw his lord leaving the little shop with a pack in hand. The small youkai tilted his head, puzzled by that - why was the great and terrifying Lord Sesshomaru shopping in a human town?

"My lord?" he started when the daiyoukai approached him. The pack was promptly dropped on top of his head.

"Take this to Rin in the camp. Watch over her with Ah-Un until this one returns," Lord Sesshomaru was already walking away.

"But, my lord! Where..." Jaken squeaked.

"This one has nothing more to say to you, Jaken," was spoken in a harsh voice, one that made the poor retainer realizing that it was better to bow and apologize before running to follow the lord's instructions. He did just that, even when the aforementioned lord was already far away to witness his act of submission.

A woman sat by a spring deep in the forest, dappled sunlight caressing her skin. She held a fan in her hand, gently moving it to create a soft breeze against her face. The rhythmic gusts of wind brought to life by the languid motion of her wrist were causing the leaves of the trees behind her sway and rustle.

She lifted her head when she felt a brush of familiar youki. Her red eyes watched calmly as a man in white descended from the sky above, easily and gracefully avoiding the tree limbs blocking the sunlight from reaching the forest floor. The woman made no move to stand up or bow, despite the fact that the newcomer looked like a man of noblest of births.

"You're late," she pointed out. The man wasted a moment to look at her, seated on a patch of moss. She was at the same time wild and refined,, looking deceptively fragile. Her fan was her weapon and it could do a lot of damage with the barest of moves from her hand.

"This one had to run an errand," he said and sank to a seated position next to her. His mokomoko stretched behind them to wrap around her waist in a possessive manner. A folded fan hit his knee.

"You better drop that third person," she warned him. "It's so formal and annoying."

"Keh," he scoffed, doing his best impression of his little brother. To his delight the woman beside him laughed. The corners of his mouth twitched when he watched the genuine mirth shining in her eyes.

"Oh, don't drop all the manners!" she exclaimed. "So, what were you doing?"

"Fetching a yukata for Rin. The seasons change and she is in need for a new robe," he said. Explaining his actions wasn't something he did often, but with her he did a lot of things he rarely did in presence of others.

"Oh, the little human girl that follows you," she gave a small nod. "Does she know I killed the wolves that were the murderers of her village and herself? Does it frighten her?"

"Rin isn't aware of your role in the wolf youkai tribe's demise," he replied. "I want to keep her from seeing and hearing about more death. Young humans are fragile, I don't want her stopping talking again."

"I guess you're right. She can learn about that when she's older," she lifted her gaze to look at him when he hummed. She saw him holding a package in his hand. "Huh? What is it?"

"This is the gift this one wishes to bestow upon you, the summer breeze ruffling my fur," he said and put the pack in her lap. "This one ordered its creation from the finest silk from the continent by a skilled seamstress."

"Oh, you!" the woman looked like she was torn between scolding him for teasing her with his speech and thank for the unexpected gift. After a second she decided to smile up at him and set on unpacking the gift. Under the wrapping of thick plain cotton rested a folded garment of thinnest silk. It contained of three layers in gradually darker shades of pink. Little colorful flowers and feathers were embroidered on the sleeves, collar and hem of the outer kimono, the same pattern repeated in paler colors on the other layers. The obi was wide and so heavily embroidered with silver and gold threads forming an intricate floral pattern that it was stiff and it would require a strong person to tie a decent knot on it.

"It... It's so pretty," the woman brushed a hand against the floral pattern of the garment. "I'd love to wear such fine clothes all the time., but I can't. It wouldn't survive a battle and your gift would be ruined."

"Just put it on for tonight," he said softy against her ear. "So I can see you wearing it. And then, when all the battles are won, you will wear it whenever you wish to. Don't you want to try it on?"

"I'd love to, but I can't do it without help," she glanced to his eyes gleaming with mischief and hope. "You wanna help me, huh?" he nodded mutely. "I have this suspicion that it's all just an elaborated plan to get me undressed."

"That's a foolish notion," he dismissed that suggestion with a wave of his hand. "If this one merely wanted to see you naked he would have shred your clothing already. So better not try this one's patience."

"You try to claw at my kimono and I will show you what the blades of wind are capable off. You will go back to your castle with more than your for ruffled!"

A/N: So yeah, I guess now I can't fool anyone anymore, I suck at romance things. But just wait to see what I'll come up for the Tragedy prompt. It will tragedy, all right
Just a quick note - I will try to keep up, but I might post the next two prompts with a small delay, the weekend and the first part of the next week might be pretty rough for me, so yeah.