Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Rumiko Takahashi-sama wouldn't share. They remain hers.
A little drabble perhaps? Don't know if it qualifies. It may or may not grow to involve more, if the muse attacks and time permits. SeruleanOrbs 8.9.07
Tell me
"Tell me."
She played with the scrap of silk in her lap. "Tell me," she began again, "why does one so virile…" She giggled as an eyebrow rose at the stressing of the word. "…choose flower patterns for his clothes?"
She was in a playful, though rather languid, mood tonight. The day had been a long one, highlighted with a battled and ended with a hot spring. All was right in Kagome's world as she sat by the fireside, cradled by her argent-haired lord. Thus, she was not expecting the tightening of the grip on her waist, ephemeral though it was. She turned to gauge his closed expression.
Sesshoumaru gave a sigh after seeing her turn. "You know that I have been mated before," he stated. It had been mentioned briefly before with tragedy hinted at, but as he did not offer more, she was loathe to force him to revisit the obviously ill-favored past. "Though I did not love her, for it was a political match, a child had come from the mating."
A sad smile mingled with fondness crossed his features, as only a cherished if painful memory could bring.
"Such was her complexion in those early days that she reminded me of sakura blossoms. The epithet slipped out of my mouth the first time she was laid in my arms, before I even had time to think it..."
He was lost in his memories for a moment, one that Kagome allowed him and in turn took the time to berate herself. 'Ridiculous!' She was being ridiculous, she knew. Regardless, she could not deny that she did not feel a twinge of surprise at hearing that he actually had a child, nor repress that larger twinge of jealousy at what would amount to a nigh reverent tone in his voice as he spoke of his daughter.
When she had finished, and he had yet to emerge from his mental voyage, Kagome raised a hand to caress his elegant face. The simple gesture, yet redolent with the strength of her affections for this creature who had capture her heart, worked in drawing him back to the present. "What happened?"
He drew her closer to him and tucked her head under his chin, in a bid to hide the raw emotion he knew he could not keep off of his face. The confusion of emotions that his announcement caused did not pass unnoticed. Though they have passed the initial stages of their relationship, they were not so deep into it yet so as to render the oft reticent demon lord comfortable in sharing his every emotion. Yet, he was far enough gone that he would spare her any unnecessary discomfort if able to.
"She was killed along with her mother by humans."
Her head snapped up at that. "Oh, Sesshou…"
"Hence the flower is now white, and I hold you both near, so that none may sneak up to do you harm."
The miko, for all her boisterous moments, could find no words suitable to reply to that voiced promise of protection. Sesshoumaru was one who believed that actions spoke louder than words. For him to voice that, feel the need to, meant a lot indeed.
Instead, she settled for a reassuring hug. "I'm here. We'll both be here," she added as she lay her hand atop his on her as of yet flat belly.
