A/N: Written as a Halloween drabble on Dokuga.
The look on his face was forever burned into her memory. Neither the contrast of the blood on his once pristine white clothing and silver hair or the scratches that covered his chest and arms bothered as much as the haunted look on his face when he saw her standing at the threshold of her home. While the look on his face did bother her horribly, she managed to crack a smile. Souta and Mama had really outdone themselves, and her youkai companion was not pleased in the least. "Come on, Sesshoumaru. We're going to be late for the party."