Date: 03.08.2009
Prompt: Sesshoumaru/Rin, hair ornament
Written for Quillwing as a birthday present
Rating: T for suggested dark themes
Word Count: 200
Warning: suggested character death
~ H a n d l e W i t h C a r e ~
He twirled the hairstick between his fingertips, wondering why he had even bothered picking it up.
He didn't even like it.
It was too thin and the butterfly attached to its end a too-loud, too-childish adornment.
What unnerved him most, however, was the material.
Plastic, he acknowledged, wrinkling his nose.
Brittle, fake-looking stuff that bent under pressure, gave easily and even when it didn't break, it didn't last long either, grew ugly and grey.
Pale lips curled over sharp teeth. Modern times' junk. It incorporated what he hated most. Breakable, short-lived, fleeting, un-fixable. Oh, how he loathed breakable things!
SNAP!
Sudden pain called him back to the present. Sharp little splinters stuck in his clenched fist.
Flaring anger melted like smoke. Too breakable, again. He should have known.
Slowly, very slowly, he straightened his fingers and turned his palm downwards. The shards slid to the ground.
Click. Click, click.
He turned around, inscrutable expression firmly in place, flipped a flustered cashier a coin and left the store with a swish of shining silver hair, fusing with the crowd as if he had never existed.
Like splintered bones, a few plastic shards from a broken hairpin remained lying on the floor.
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A/N: One day I will write goofy or fluffy Sesshoumaru-themed fic. When Hell freezes over. Also, constructive criticism is love.
