Series: Inuyasha
Universe: Ninja AU (NOT Naruto-verse, mind you! Sorry! Traditional ninjas only).
Pairing: Eventual SessKag
Rating: PG-13 ( For now, suscepticble to change).
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are the intellectual property of one Rumiko Takahashi. I only make bad fanfiction about it.
Author's notes: After months of not updating, this is all I have to show for it. Sorry! I'll be posting more often now during summer break!
Blossoms
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Kagome stared out at the flower garden from her bed, watching the beautiful petals flutter down from the branches and gracefully to the ground.
The sight of the pretty blossoms brought her no joy though.
Kagome was fuming at the ears. She was tired, sore and itching to punch out the man with the pretty hair and bane of her existence at that moment.
She wasn't angry at Sesshoumaru, not really. How could she, when the servants had told her that it was he who had carried her all the way to her room and cared for her fever all through the night? Kagome blushed brightly at the thought of her new mentor caring for her in such an uncharacteristic manner.
She really had no memory of passing out, or being cared for by the older man, and when she had been relayed the events of the previous day she had been practically wonderstruck. Having been given strict rules of resting her body for the remainder of the day, Kagome leaned back into her bed, tat last taking it easy. Meanwhile she had waited for the chance of thanking the man as soon as he came through the door.
But now…after days of abuse, of belittling her beyond belief, of making her squirm and judging her every move and just being there, there, there – he was gone!
Sesshoumaru was ignoring her.
And Kagome didn't know if that was better or worse.
Suddenly, Kagome was drawn out of her doleful musings by the sound of footsteps thundering down the hallway. The shouji door rattled open with awful force, and Kagome almost expected to see the very man she had been thinking of. Instead, she locked gazes with eyes as red as freshly-spilled blood and a lipsticked scowl that promised murder.
So much for taking it easy.
Really short drabble. Trying to get back into it, slowly but surely. Training is almost done, and soon the plot will snowball.