500 Years Too Late

by WritingMage

Every time, despite his slights and his ignorance, the miko insisted on speaking to him, becoming friends. It took 500 years for him, Sesshoumaru, the great Lord of the West, to find out why, and by then, he was already much too late. A story told in drabbles.

2. A Stain On His Honor

Disclaimer: I don't own the Inuyasha characters, just this approach to a plot that was inspired by YokaiYume's picture Don't Go on DeviantArt.

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Girlish giggles rang through the field. "Kagome-sama liked her present?"

"Hn."

This was answer enough. Rin clapped and scampered back from Ah-Un. "Thank you, milord, "she squealed, presenting her prize.

Adorned by flowers, Sesshomaru walked; the patter of human feet followed him.

After hours of false-starts, Rin spoke. "When can Rin thank Kagome-sama?"

"The debt has been paid," Sesshomaru stated.

"But Rin hasn't said 'thank you'!"

He stilled and turned to his ward. "This is a human tradition?"

A prim nod was affirmation enough.

Grim, Sesshomaru nodded. A stain on his honor was intolerable, even if only to a human.

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Original Posting Date: April 8, 2016

Prompt: N/A

Words: 100

Extra Note Added August 3, 2016: Yay! Next chapter tomorrow. Once again, thanks for the reviews! I'll be posting the preview for the fluffier drabble soon.