'Tis the season to be jolly. Which is what inspired this drabble. The season, not the jolliness.
Rin: ten years old. Fluff.
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"Hora mite, Sesshoumaru-sama!" Rin tugged at the taiyoukai's hand excitedly and pointed to a low-hanging branch.
"Kagome-neechan says it's called 'mistletoe'," she babbled. "She says that when two people are standing under it, they have to kiss. Hoshi-sama says it's his favorite plant, and then Sango-neechan got mad at him. I think I like it, though. What about you? Do you like it, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
Sesshoumaru stared at the so-called plant. It didn't look out of the ordinary – in fact, it looks slightly like a weed. It didn't smell good. It wasn't special in any way. Where did humans come up with these stupid traditions?
Rin sneezed suddenly and hugged herself. The taiyoukai looked down and her bare feet that were buried in cotton-like snow and realized she was going to get sick if she stayed outside for much longer.
"Rin, how many times has someone told you to wear geta when you go outside?"
She shuffled. "I don't like them. They hurt my toes."
"But they will help you stay warm." Bending down he easily lifted her with one arm and started back toward the village at a casual pace. After a minute Rin said, "Matte, Sesshoumaru-sama. Look up."
Without thinking, he did as she requested. He felt her small arms tighten around his neck in the same second he saw the mistletoe above them and before he could think of an escape Rin had chastely kissed his cheek. Cuddling closer to him, she let out a contented sigh and a murmur of, "Suki de, Sesshoumaru-sama."
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Cute or no? Please review and Merry Christmas!
