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: Next
"That is enough for today," Sesshomaru declared.
Kagome, relieved, collapsed onto the grass, relishing the soothing breeze and warm sun.
Only to have a shadow cast over her by a tall daiyoukai.
"You have an hour to have your midday meal and refresh yourself, miko. Then you are to report to my study for your next lesson."
She groaned. "More poetry?"
"No, that will come later in the evening."
"What comes before then?"
"One of this Sesshomaru's advisors will instruct you on court etiquette for the rest of afternoon."
"And that includes…?"
"Tea ceremony, calligraphy, dance, flower arranging, and other traditions."
She clamped her eyes shut and held her breath.
"What are you doing, miko?"
"Trying to make myself pass out."
"…Are you succeeding?"
"…No, but maybe Miroku would whack me with his staff."
"I advise against such actions."
"You're right. He'd probably just cop a feel. May Sango and her Hiraikotsu?"
"You will see the taijiya later as she will be taking the same lessons."
"…You take some sick pleasure from all this don't you?"
"Hn. As if this Sesshomaru would rejoice in the prospect of hearing more complaints from you."
"True. Maybe you really are masochistic."
He snarled.
