Sesshoumaru, who slept so heavily he had no notice of the flowers being draped across his tiny, regal form, was lost in dreams of a human girl.
She was slight in build, but her eyes—her eyes were magnificent windows of every emotion he could think of, and a great many he could not. He had never seen a human with such eyes before, had not thought them capable of much beyond hate and base instinct. In the dream, she graced him with any number of expressions and he was curious to know the cause of each and every one.
As the dream began to fade, he was allowed one more visage of her as she ran—and though she reeked of terror, there was such will and determination on her face that Sesshoumaru, who did not admire a great many people even in his young age, found in himself an abundant deal of admiration for the little human as she dove into an odd structure sticking out of the ground and disappeared from view in a gust of startling pink magic.
Then he was awake again under the little tree in the family gardens, watching as Kagome knitted yet more flowers into what appeared to be a blanket…that covered him from the shoulders down. She didn't seem to be aware that he was awake yet, and so he took that moment to study her and her creation. Finally, he spoke. "Flowers are for females," he said, and scowled in false annoyance—which she seemed unbothered by.
"Mama said flowers are for anyone who likes them," she said blithely, and stuck her tongue out at him. "If you didn't like flowers, you wouldn't take a nap in them."
Sesshoumaru was hard pressed to argue as she grinned at him then. And if, in the back of his mind, he was somehow reminded of the human whom he had dreamt of, it was swiftly forgotten.
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