Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this odd little story… especially for the one who won't need a translator for once. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 55
Mail Call
He strode into the game room where Kagome was tucked into the window seat, ostensibly watching the cousins play billiards; however, she peered wistfully outside. Miroku's timing is excellent as always. Sesshoumaru enjoyed her changing expression as he proffered a fat manila envelope. "For you."
"It's from home!"
"Hnn."
With all the patience of a child, she tore through heavy goldenrod paper. There were a token few business-related papers, a lengthy letter from Sango, a list of suggested purchases from Miroku, and even some magazines 'for the return flight'.
Kagome's smile bloomed. Sesshoumaru's expression softened. And Bon's eyes narrowed speculatively.
End Note: This story in snippets owes some of its structure to the Live Journal community 100colors, which offers a tempting palette of prompts. This particular 'perfect' drabble benefited from Color #87, Goldenrod. Posted on July 20, 2009, with thanks to Fenikkusuken, mine beta.
