A/N: Hello there, and welcome to my latest fic! This one is a bit askew compared to my others as it is based more (but not completely, as some descriptions and actions will show) off of the anime. I am watching it currently in order to provide a proper accounting. Aside from Sesshōmaru being more expressive, Kagome having blue eyes, and a few of the beginning descriptions/events, everything else will be taken from the anime, rather than the manga. This is another slight AU with Kagome being different than she was in the original material (16, an artist, and trained in her ki, although not in how to shoot), so things progress in a different fashion, although not too different for a while. I hope you enjoy Sketch!
Kagome frowned slightly, her tongue poking out between her lips as she sketched the scene pictured in her mind; recalling in every last, perfect detail everything she could about the situation that had happened mere days ago in her sketchbook. Slowly, the outline of an enormous canine standing on a floor of bones formed onto the page. He was growling viciously, acid pouring out from his mouth onto a small female human figure as she curled up determinedly, a barrier surrounding her in the not-so-vain hopes that it would save her. It had been a surprise when the daiyōkai transformed the moment she apologised for drawing the sword; she'd thought for sure he'd want to taunt her, but he'd admitted to her after the fact that his anger had taken over at that point.
Then, deftly, she added the small details – the way his yōki swirled his fur around, blown pupils on the girl's face, claws digging into the bones, the way his ruff had been standing on end… The texture of the fur, the clothes the girl was wearing, the sword stuck in the stone, protected by an invisible barrier mere metres from where the incident was taking place. That was a false detail since she had already retrieved the sword and thrown it to Inuyasha – it seemed the thing to do, as much as she disliked him – when this happened, but it seemed fitting to show why this was happening.
Inuyasha was not in the picture, but that was because Kagome was infuriated at him for attacking his brother so violently. He cut off Sesshōmaru-sama's leg, for Kami's sake! Talk about unnecessary violence! Kagome was glad that she knew how to heal yōkai thanks to her nekomata friend in the future who had taught her how to use her ki. Of course, that hadn't been much help when Kagome had been so freaked out by Mistress Centipede (she had a phobia of centipedes; disgusting things) that her ki refused to cooperate, but it had certainly simplified things after that. Now she was stuck travelling with a hanyō that refused to even say her name, much less treat her like her own person. She would much rather be travelling with his half brother, who had honour and class, for all that he was a merciless daiyōkai – Kagome knew that amongst yōkai the proper response to a pest (which Kagome had been at the time before she fixed his leg without asking him) was to just kill it and get that out of the way.
There was clearly no resentment on her part, and Sesshōmaru-sama had not been grateful, precisely, but he had definitely been intrigued after she sat his brother ten feet into the bones, screaming at him the entire time for daring to so grievously injure his half-brother when Kagome hadn't even been hurt by the acid. And when he had gotten the sword that he didn't even fucking know how to use! At least Sesshōmaru-sama had training in swordplay and would have known how to use the sword, although she had also tartly informed the daiyōkai that she didn't see why he would need it when he was so innately powerful; there was no doubt in her mind that he could kill a hundred yōkai in one go even without Tessaiga. Upon asking why he did not use his own sword, and finding out the answer, she had solemnly informed him that she thought Tenseiga was a far more powerful and useful sword, which had given Sesshōmaru-sama an adorably pole-axed look.
Kagome drew her thoughts back to the sketch and she pulled out her pack of a hundred coloured pencils, picking the correct colours and deftly colouring in the finished sketch. Fur turned a pristine white, with light blue and silver highlights. Sclera became crimson, irises a vivid medium blue. Acid was venom-violet as it dripped from sharp white fangs. Kagome's outfit – she only ever wore her school uniform at school, strongly disliking how much skin it showed, and so was usually dressed in sturdy jeans and a long sleeved shirt around this time of year – gained blue for the jeans, evergreen for the top. Her hair; black with blue highlights. Eyes, cerulean, and pupils blown from startlement. Dusky grey backpack hanging from one shoulder as she curled up. Shimmering pink surrounding her and protecting her from the acid.
Well, that is what both she and the exceedingly gorgeous Sesshōmaru-sama had assumed happened. That it purified the venom as soon as it flowed through her barrier. There was really no other explanation – well, okay, there was another explanation but Kagome was so not ready to go down that road yet. According to Kirara – who had told Kagome that they would meet in this time as well, which was an enormous relief, because she desperately needed a friendly face – Kagome might as well be immortal because she could not die a natural death. Kirara wasn't so sure about her being killed, but strongly suspected that even that was impossible.
Kagome just could not handle not being able to be killed. It was bad enough knowing that she was effectively immortal, so knowing that she was truly so was just… Too much, alright?
After sitting Inuyasha ten feet into the bones covering the floor of his father's gravesite, Kagome had had a perfectly cordial conversation with Sesshōmaru-sama once she healed him; it turned out that her being a well-trained miko automatically earned her some respect from the daiyōkai. She had asked if he would mind coming by and teaching Inuyasha how to use Tessaiga—and when he had looked at her like she was insane, she tartly pointed out that if he didn't want the idiot hanyō to accidentally kill her, then said idiot needed to be able to do more than swing wildly. After all, he had already almost gotten her killed when he attacked Sesshōmaru-sama. The daiyōkai had given her a transparent look filled with ire, but then sighed long-sufferingly and stated – loud enough for Inuyasha to hear – that he would be back to try and get the sword.
Little did Kagome know that her actions had caused a number of unfortunate events to cease happening in this dimension where they had caused her group and several others very much trouble in another world.
Finally finished, she looked with pleasure at her picture, and then carefully pulled her roll of laminate out of her backpack, tore the sketch out from the book, cut off the fiddly little bits of paper connectors, and then cut the laminate to size. Then she laminated her picture, carefully flattening it out so there were no air bubbles; Kagome could always buy another sketchbook in case this one got wet despite her waterproof backpack, but she didn't want to risk her art getting ruined. Art was memory for her, even when she didn't keep the art piece in mind: this one was going to be a gift to Sesshōmaru-sama because his natural form was magnificent in all of its glory and he deserved to see what she had seen. He would almost certainly never, ever return her already ridiculously deep crush on him, but she could at least show him how much she admired him.