The Sun and the Moon

by akinosora01

[Drabble Series] Like the sun and the moon, they were polar opposites; wasn't it natural for them to be together, then? A series of drabbles taking place at various points in Sesshomaru and Kagome's relationship.

1. Morning Routine

Title: Morning Routine

By: akinosora01

Category: Inuyasha

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 1

Author's Note:

So, my new drabble series, titled The Sun and the Moon. Call me lazy, but I can't for the life of me create a multi-chaptered piece of fanfiction that has a central plot—I'd go bat-crazy if I had to do that. So, this is the place where I can upload short drabbles surrounding our adorable Sesshomaru/Kagome couple!

Uploads will be erratic, and sudden. Please excuse my choppy writing—my mind is chaotic and my writing tends to reflect that.

Disclaimer: I do not own.

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#1 – Morning Routine

For Kagome, waking up isn't immediate—it's a process, and while it isn't the first time Sesshomaru observes her morning routines, he sometimes wonders how she managed to traipse all over the lands in the amount of time it took to complete her quest.

As always, he rises before the dawn; sleep is not imperative to him, a youkai, compared to his companion. He takes advantage of the early morning quiet by spending his time in his study, perusing over scrolls he had not managed to get to the previous day. If he did not have any immediate business to muse over, he would spend it in the dojo, working out any broodings he had with the steady swish of the kata, following morning practice with a bath.

By the time he is finished, he comes into the his bedroom chambers to find Kagome still wrapped up on his pile of furs, mouth slightly open and hair askew, still ignorant of the rising sun. The drowsy heaviness of her scent lures him to her, silently slipping back under the covers and watching her sleep.

Kagome is expressive, even in sleep, as her facial expressions give away her dreaming—a slight furrowing of the eyebrows, the curve of her smile, the wrinkling of her nose. Every night the pattern is different; he never tires of watching her face as she dreams.

It takes some time for her subconscious to realize that eyes are on her: she rolls to her side with a slight moan of pleasure, blearily blinking cerulean at impassive citron eyes. She blinks once, twice, and asks:

"What're you looking at?"

He raises his eyebrows at her, and when he doesn't reply, Kagome takes no offense, simply curling up under the covers and slipping off to sleep once again.