This is a Sesshou/Kagome Kind of thing. I'm a Sesshomaru fan for AU and Fan Fiction but for the manga I'm totally a Inu-kag kinda girl. The reason is too complicated so if you really want to know you'll just have to review or send me an e-mail.
Hair
On a quiet Saturday afternoon a tall silvered haired man was reading the newspaper while a raven haired beauty spoke on the phone. The sun was shining to warm the room where a pleasantly quiet atmosphere had installed itself.
Sesshomaru was reading the business when his ears picked up a word in Kagome's conversation that made him quite upset;
"I'm thinking of cutting my hair" Said Kagome over the phone one day to Sango. Sesshomaru turned to look at the woman and glared. She wasn't going to get a pair of scissors near that head of hers, not if he had a say in any of this. He went back to his newspaper, smirking, having already devised a diabolically brilliant plan.
After being together for a long, painful and wonderful eight years, Sesshomaru knew Kagome to a 'T', as she did him, was thrown a heavy obstacle as they found that Kagome had taken after her grandmother who had died of leukemia.
After the diagnosis, the doctors hadn't given her more than a ten percent chance of survival, and that's if she didn't get cancer again. She had calmly went home and told everyone of the news of why she had been feeling so sickly lately.
It was the first time he ever saw anyone of his family cry and it was the first time he ever cried as he gently made love to her. When she was out, he would smash vases rip papers into shreds destroy house plants, and when he couldn't take it anymore he went into the middle of nowhere, as he let the beast take over whilst he screamed, cried injustice and howled at the moon.
He had no idea what was heading their way and it scared the hell out of him. Sesshomaru came home one day to find the artist hard at work, shaving her head and crying, having the hardest time departing with the hair she loved so much.
But after crying and admitting all her fears, voicing all her 'what if's, she came to him the next morning and stated with a chuckle:
"You know, you have enough hair for the both of us"
Sesshomaru knew she was a fighter. And fight she did:for three long and hard years, surprising all medical experts that she had lasted this long.
On the worst night of Kagome's hospitalisation, fearing she wouldn't make it through the night, Sesshomaru actually went to home, got on his knees and prayed. Addressed whatever power he thought was existent to save the only person in the world he cared about.
The week after Sesshomaru gave way to all pride and dignity in the single form of a prayer, having thought it was above him, was the week one of the doctors called, amazement in his voice as he stated that every single cancerous cell in her body had disappeared, that it was like she had never had. It had completely disappeared.
It was the second time he ever cried as he gently made love to Kagome.
A year had passed by and Kagome's hair and grown to a shoulder length. Hearing the word haircut made him remember all those nights he almost lost the only person he had ever really cared about. It made him remember her, morning, noon and night sickness.
So as to avoid her ever getting near anything that could cut her hair he had all the scissors in the household disappear; and that wasn't all this master mind had thought of, he had disconnected all the phones, so she couldn't call the haircutter. Beautiful in its simplicity eh? Then one day she had had enough told him to fix the phone or she was getting a crappy cell phone that cost a lot that he was going to pay for, the she was going to throw it out the window after he had paid all that money.
As soon as she made the appointment, Sesshomaru left the apartment slamming the door behind him. He came an hour and a half later from 'Chez Yura's' and shocked Kagome so much that she dropped what was supposed to be dinner.
"Holy crapiola! What happened to your hair?"
"This Sesshomaru has held the burden long enough, this burden of having enough hair for the both of us. It is now your turn to carry the responsibility" he said with a completely somber face. She wanted to giggle hysterically at the situation.
"…But, you're bald!"
"You no longer need to cut your hair" He said quietly
"Oh Sesshou" She awed. She didn't know cutting her hair was going to upset him this much! Maybe this was her inarticulate boyfriend's way of wording: "Please don't cut your hair! It's fine the way it is!"
To him her hair meant something more. It meant she was healthy, it meant no longer having to take millions of pills, it meant she never had to go to the hospital to be saved from the brink of death, it meant her freedom. She was free to do anything she wanted, but most importantly it meant she wasn't going anywhere but staying with him for the rest of her life.
"You idiot, I was only going to style it" She said after having jumped in his arms and kissing him fully on the lips.
A goofy smile spread over his face as they headed towards the bedroom, forgetting all about hair appointments.
Sure his head felt much lighter, like he was light headed, sure he felt a chilly breeze, but this was love, and if that's what it took than that's what he was ready to pay, tenfold, with no objection.
Of course later that week she had actually cut it, going behind his back but begged the stylist to keep the length. Kagome came home to find Seshomaru reading the paper:
"So what do you think?" She asked nervously
"Think about what?" He said gruffly
"My hair you idiot!" She answered aggravated. He looked up to see it was different looking.
"What was wrong with it?" Was his stupid answer
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