Summary: The subtlest signs make all the difference. Five hundred years is a long time, so whatever shall we fill them with? With lessons on demon politics and family traditions, how to find your way when you are lost, and most importantly, what to do when you find yourself being wooed by a demonic lord. At least, you think you are right about that last part. That is, you hope.
Prompt: N/A
Words: 200
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Title: How it Began
"Sit!"
A thud, and Inuyasha's head was yanked to the ground just in time to avoid the swinging arch of Bakusaiga.
"Inuyasha, you idiot! Would you get a hold of your temper!" the miko yelled at the red clad figure buried in the dirt.
Sesshomaru arched a brow, witnessing the strangely clothed woman stand over the hanyou like a master over her dog.
He almost snorted.
He swung Bakusaiga again, resting the point of the katana gently on the priestess's throat. "You would protect him, miko?"
Unwavering, without a hint of fear in her eyes, she huffed. "He doesn't need my protection. He's just being a blockhead right now. We sought you out for a reason, Sesshomaru-sama."
"Hn." He waited.
"Er, could you lower your sword?"
"Afraid, miko?" He knew she was not. But he would have his answer nonetheless.
"No. But my neck is starting to hurt."
"Then perhaps this Sesshomaru should relieve your neck of the burden your head presents," he said mildly in one last effort to incite fear.
It failed. "But then you'd be left with a headless priestess and then who would ground Inuyasha when he's being hot-headed?"
"Hn." He conceded, and lowered his sword.
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