Trust
Earthen Byakko
I trust those hands.
Even if it's completely foolish and quite obvious I shouldn't do so, I trust those hands, those claws, implicitly.
The man who, once upon a time, would kill me as soon as look at me is now my refuge. Like a child, I sleep wrapped in his fur at night, in a midnight blue yukata that he bought for me. His golden eyes will be closed, but his ears will always be listening, listening, listening; like a bird that listens to the rain, he will listen to the trees sing, waiting, watching, careful of our surroundings.
"Is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing." Those eyes of frozen sunshine open, lighted by the little bit of silver that manages to drift through the canopy of trees to our resting place. If he can read through me, as usual he shows no sign. I'll sigh a little, and snuggle a little deeper, move a little closer, to him. If he feels any sort of consciousness about raking his claws softly through my hair like he does so often at times like these, it is another thing he never shows.
And I'll drift into dream there, feeling secure in the presence of a powerful predator. And when I wake, the visions from my past of a demon slayer, monk and small kitsune will vanish. The feelings of disappointment and hurt that haunt the darkest corners of my mind will fade away with the pictures of a puppy-eared hanyou. The surge and ebb of reality will draw me closer, accompanied by spirited laughter and aggravated shouts, and the crackling of a fire, a breeze casting the delectable smell of fish towards my nose.
"Kagome-oneechan! You'd better wake up, or I'll eat your breakfast!"
Can anyone help a smile at a child's obvious coaxing? Even if I so desire to wake to it, I find myself unconsciously nestling deeper within the white fur that engulfs me. But I will force myself to move eventually, stretching my arms above my head, and my feet out from beneath their downy covers, my spiritual powers rippling out in a stretch of their own. Jaken will yell for me to withdraw my "hideous aura" as he has so deemed it, and the wave will echo back to me the shiver that is currently running down his spine. Even as I rise wordlessly from the cocoon of fur and run my fingers through my hair roughly, I am waiting to hear those footsteps come towards me, though I know I never will. His black boots are always soundless as they pass across the turf, taking him where his wandering soul pleases. But I will feel him. That overwhelming presence that is locked within him, that the world will remain undisturbed, will flutter through my senses, and he will stop beside me. My eyes will trace themselves across his kimono, across his swords and armor, to his face dappled by shadow from the leaves and morning sun. I've never once tried to restrain myself; my head will lean a little further, brushing my temple against his clawed hand.
"Good morning, Sesshoumaru."
AN: My first official SessKag piece! Whoohoo! But okay. I haven't posted an IY fic in FOR. E. VER. But it's okay. Because YoukaiYume is awesome, as is her doujinshi "Raindrops" which inspired this. This fic kinda sucks randomly, but her doujin is awesome up one side and down the other. I. LOVE. SESSKAG. Do not bash the pairing. You may bash my writing style to itty bitty pieces for all I care, but do NOT bash the pairing.
BEWARE THE PAIRING.
Okay, toodles! Please review!