Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in these inconsequential consequences... especially for the triumphant one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on May 19, 2010.
Sat on a Wall
"I wish for Higurashi to attend the Hatching with me," Sesshoumaru announced over breakfast.
"Out of the question," his mother replied haughtily. "Attendance at the Hatching is reserved for nobility."
"Kirameki likes Higurashi," Sesshoumaru commented. The Inu no Taishou snorted, raising the boy's hopes. His father's amusement was always a good sign.
"Hisoka recommended a minimum of three public appearances over the course of the week," the Western Lord drawled, winking surreptitiously at his son.
His mother's lip curled delicately, and his father smirked. Battle lines had been drawn, and Sesshoumaru sat back to see which parent would prevail.
Sesshoumaru breathed deeply and smothered a secret smile. She is happy. I knew she would be. Hisoka had chosen an out-of-the-way niche from which they could watch the performers in the courtyard below—kitsune jugglers, musicians, and illusionists.
"Amazing!" she gasped, clapping her hands in a strange human custom.
The lordling stole a triumphant glance at her face. Higurashi's sadness was his enemy; her delight was his. She couldn't hide her feelings from him, not that she often tried. For one who harbored so many secrets, she had an honest scent—warm, bright, and laced with what could only be described as... purity.
End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community dokuga(underscore)contest and their Weekly Perfection prompt for Week #88—Lace. 200 words.
