Author's Note: If it seems rated higher than PG in your mind...well...I won't stop you.
Better Than Any Healer
"No," drawled Sesshoumaru as he lightly waved away the offering from his sickbed. His blankets were piled beautifully around him, perfectly white, hand-embroidered with silver thread. He was the epitome of hauteur, even when ill. And he enjoyed it.
The Lady of the West, sitting elegantly in flowing robes beside her boy, pretended to ignore the exchange. He was ailing, after all, and allowances must be made for the young heir.
"Why not?" snapped prince Kouga, looking down at the little bowl of fruit he'd brought with a frown.
"Not ripe," replied Sesshoumaru, reclining on his soft pillows as if sitting up would be far too much effort. He sighed and let his eyes drift closed.
The Great Dog Lord shook his head and grinned. The cooler his son was, the hotter grew the wolf.
"I picked the damned things myself!" growled Kouga, kicking a pillow to get Sesshoumaru's attention, then dumping the bowlful into his mouth. He chewed noisily, cheeks as red with anger as the berries he devoured.
Sesshoumaru sighed wearily. "Greedy wolf. Perhaps I might have wanted them later."
"What?" spat Kouga, showering Sesshoumaru's white bed linen with bits of scarlet fruit flesh and seeds, then tossing the bowl and launching himself atop his friend with a snarl.
Soon arms, legs, and feathers were flying as the pair wrestled and rolled while hurling epithets and punches.
The Lady rose and took her husband's hand. "Shall we go? It seems Kouga's methods produce better results than any healer's."