(A/N: Hey all, FMQ here with her friend, Blue Moon (no profile… yet) with a new story!! –does little dance- Here we are from vacation the beach and we have another awesome story!! It'ssocoolwecan'tbelievehowawesome-

Blue Moon- Calm Down!! You don't want to scare them off AGAIN!!

FMQ: … Shut up! That was only… DAMN IT!! Just… shut up! –pouts-

Anyways, so this is a Sess-Kagu

Blue Moon- Sess-KAGURA darling. Kagura.

FMQ: Whatever. It's a Sess-Kagura (miss proper… -snorts-) that we were going to go off of Little Red Riding Hood but… we, er, kinda got carried-

Blue Moon- Oh for the… We are writing an AU romance(T).

FMQ: … -points to top bar- They already know this shit…

Blue Moon- …-points nose upwards and sniffs distainly- You're beneath my notice. Get back to the story.

FMQ: Bi-

Disclaimer: We in no way, shape, or form (as much as we both wish) own InuYasha or any of it's characters. If we did… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Chapter 1

On the Wind

"NII-SAN!! WHAT IS THAT!? CAN I TOUCH IT!? CAN I PULL IT!? IS IT WASHABLE!? … Whooops. I hope it's washable…"

Silence. A light groan. "InuYasha… what'd you do now?"

"… Nothing… much."

Sesshomaru sighed (or as much of sigh as he could through his sash) and kept his eyes firmly pealed ahead of him while his four year-old little brother, InuYasha continued to tug on his ceremonial wrap. The little annoyance never ceased to shut up. Stupid little brat-

"Nii-chan."

Grrrr. "What?"

"Um… does sugar drool come out of this?" He tugged hard on Sesshomaru's wrap, forcing him to a stop.

Wait. What? Sugar drool? The hell?

His face scrunched for a moment in thought, before turning slowly to face his younger pest- er, brother. "Sugar drool? What, may I ask, is sugar drool?"

InuYasha's face brightened at knowing something Sesshomaru did not. "You know! Sugar drool! The stuff that comes out of your mouth when you eat sugar or candy!!"

Sesshomaru had to bite down an eye twitch. "I haven't eaten sugar or any form of candy in years. Why are you asking me this?"

Silence.

That was really all the answer Sesshomaru needed. That and InuYasha's guilty expression as he refused to meet Sesshomaru's eyes.

"You didn't."

"Um… Maybe. Hey, I think I hear Haha-ue. Er, BYE!"

For a four-year-old pup, InuYasha was remarkably fast when his life was on the line.

Sesshomaru carefully pulled off the wrap, wincing in disgust as the strangely wet tip clung to his thigh. 'Calm Sesshomaru,' he thought as he found the growing stain blossoming across his ceremonial wrap. The growing pink stain. The shockingly pink stain.

'Last time you hit him,' he had to remind himself, 'Chichi almost disowned and killed you.'

"SESSHOOOOOOOOOMARU-SAMAAAAAAA!! SESSHOOOO-"

Today, a kami was obviously against him.

His father's retainer, Jaken, had to be the single most ugly, annoying, loud thing on this planet. Besides InuYasha, of couse.

"Yes?" he asked, turning slightly to face the toad.

"Ses-pant-sho-wheeze-maru-sama," Jaken managed between strangled breaths. "Your brother is running and screaming his head off. Your honor-"

"I didn't do anything." 'Yet. Just give me a little more time. Then we'll see.' "As you can see, InuYasha stained my wrap with 'sugar drool'." He ignored Jaken's puzzled expression and tossed the wrap, which was far heavier than the toad could handle, over his head. "Get it cleaned."

"Yes m'lord!" Jaken said almost too eagerly.

"Kagura. KAGURA!!"

A young girl stuck her head out of her workshop, bright red eyes flashing in annoyance. "WHAT!?" she shouted back.

"Be polite to your elders!"

Pause. "Pfft. Whatever. What do you want?"

A small sweating man glowered up at the girl, waving two of his four arms, each holding a shopping list under her nose. "First I need to get these from the market and then I need you to get more of this from the craft shop!!"

Kagura glared at the lists, waiting for a moment in hopes they'd spontaneously combust. Damn it. No luck there.

With a sigh, she grabbed them both. "Fine," she ground out, a hand shooting out and grabbing a deep basket. Lord knows she'd need it.

Sesshomaru danced around the bodies standing and walking in the crowded market. After obtaining his father's permission, he managed to avoid his brother and make it out into the city.

Though he'd viciously deny it, he enjoyed watching the 'common' life styles. Watching how the painters eyed the sweeping ocean and how the tanners worked. Listening to the market chatter, however, gave him a headache.

Breathing deeply, he stopped for a moment. The smells were-

CRASH!

Only due to years of training and practice did Sesshomaru manage not to fall. He blinked, surprised, down at a girl-child, no older than him, sprawled at his feet. She rubbed her head and glared at him with startlingly red eyes.

"Oi, bitch!" she spat at him, gathering her various objects. "You made me spill my things! For a lady you need refinement! Heaven above!"

Sesshomaru watched, stunned at having a girl run into him and swear at him He. Sesshomaru. The son of Inu no Taisho, lord of the dogs! He-

Wait. 'Lady'?

"Hold on for a-" Sesshomaru began, reaching out for her elbow. His hand, however, grasped air. The girl was gone.

Swearing his under his breath, Sesshomaru whipped his head around, trying to find the girl through the crowd. The bob of her feather ornament caught his eye and he made off after it.

Finally he reached her and managed to grab her sleeve. The girl pulled to a stop and turned, her face scrunched up in a glare that clearly stated that if he didn't let go soon, he wouldn't have any fingers to hold anything anymore. And it wasn't a threat; it was a promise.

"Let. Go. Now," she said slowly and clearly as if speaking to an idiot.

"I. Am. Not. A. Girl," he repeated in the same tone, his own eyes narrowing in a challenge.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to insult your manly pride! Now if you will let go, I'll be on my way!" the girl shot back, tugging at her sleeve.

"No."

She gave an impressive little almost-growl (more of a majorly pissed off noise than anything else) and tugged on her sleeve again. "Why?"

"Tell me why you think I'm a girl."

The girl blinked, surprised. Was that all he wanted?

Grinning, she tugged on a silky bang that framed his face. "You have such nice hair! I'm sure all the court ladies are just dieing to get your secrets!"

He blinked, surprised. She had insulted him. Twice! "Nice?" he asked, a perfect eyebrow arching.

She nodded. "Sure!"

'Is this girl insane? One moment she's giving me firey firey death in a glare, and the next she's acting like we're friends. … Yeah, she's insane.'

Coming back to himself, Sesshomaru felt the rough silk of the girl's kimono slip through his fingers. Without really thinking about it, he followed after her.

'Why won't he leave me alone? I thought I shook him off with that comment,' Kagura thought, mentally snarling and hurling insults at the boy.

The shop came into view and she sighed in relief. Hopefully her guardian, a flea demon by the name of Myoga, would give some protection. True, he was a bit (Pfft. A bit. More like a lot) of a coward, but he was good with words whereas Kagura was good with fists. And legs. And other flailing body parts.

"Ojii-chan," Kagura called. "I got another stalker!"

"They're not stalkers!" came his muffled reply. "Usually they're seeking revenge! What have you done this time!?"

"Nothing!" Kagura snapped angrily as Myoga shuffled his way into view. "And he deserved it!"

"You kicked the last one in the balls."

"So?"

"He was only asking for directions!"

Pause. "So?"

Myoga sighed. "What did you do now?"

The boy stepped forward, chin jutted outward in false superiority. "She mistook me for a woman."

Myoga eyes bugged as his face turned first white, then red, then green, then white again. "Sh-sh-she d-did wh-what now?"

Kagura shrugged, walking into the back end of the shop where her workshop sat just as she had left it. "What's so bad about that?" she shouted back. "Least he still has all bodily functions are working!"

The flea demon wouldn't stop bowing. "I am so sorry m'lord," he kept muttering like a broken toy. "She meant no harm, I promise you. If-"

"Enough," Sesshomaru said, waving his had dismissively. "I get enough of it at the palace. Now, I order you not to tell her who I am."

Myoga blinked up at him, surprise spreading across his face. "N-not, m'lord?" he asked, his voice quivering in surprise and slight relief that the girl wouldn't be punished.

"Correct," he said. Under his breath, he muttered, "Not really sure why I followed her but…

"Before I go," he said, raising his voice to his normal timbre. "What's her name?"

"K-Kagura, m'lord," Myoga stuttered out.

He repeated it. "Kagura." Nodding, he turned, throwing a casual, if ominous "I'll be back" over his shoulder. With a quick glance at Kagura's workshop, he left.

Myoga smiled softly to himself, patting his forehead with his handkerchief. He hadn't missed the glance. Perhaps Kagura may have gotten into some good trouble this time. Or at least something he didn't have to mop up afterwards, risking his own neck in the process. Or what he thought was risking his own neck.

(A/N: So? What do you think? Please press that wondrous purple-

Blue Moon- I thought it was green.

FMQ: No, it's purple. No shut up. Press that wondrous purple button in the corner and tell us what you think. Or I'll send my ninja geisha after you, and Blue Moon will send her water nymphs after you. You don't want to mess with either. Especially her nymphs. –shivers-