Author's Note: Sioned apologizes for not updating in long but real life is evil.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of it's characters because I do not live in Japan and my name is not Rumiko Takahashi.
Title: Trouble
Shard: #4
Theme: Memories #5
Pairing: Sesshoumaru & Kagura
Rating: pg-13
Squicks: Reference to sexual life
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Thinking about it now, he could tell from the start she was trouble. The way her eyes mocked him each and every time they met. The way she caressed his body with her eyes when they met. The way her eyes glittered as they observed him.
He almost felt sorry for himself.
She was dangerous. She was cunning. Beautiful. Intoxicating. He could describe her in many ways yet they would never be enough.
And she knew it.
Her dances were ruthless, cruel and often enthralling. He was trapped in the one she had weaved around him without hope of ever being free.
How ironic that he could never be freed from her while she was forever begging to be freed from her master. How furious would she be if he told her she was quite like her maker and had sunk her claws into his skin so far he wondered if he would ever heal.
With her he was never bored. He was never alone. She was always there, whether he liked it or not. He had no choice in the matter, as he was reminded often. Her temper was not to be reckoned with and he let her be.
He wascold and silent most of the time but when alone with her and their opposing tempers crashed. They tumbled. She made him alive, made him yell, made him rage. She brought out the worst of him and it was acceptable because they ended up in bed anyway.
They would argue, she would win, because no matter what he did he could never deny her anything for long. And to make it up to him they would have a romp in the bed before he left for his duties.
She caused most of the problems in his domain anyway. Either she had accidentally demolished a village that was under his protection or killed the ambassador of some powerful and easily angered youkai that would challenge him before the week was out.
And she had the nerve to demand jewelry made out of the youkai's corpse after he had killed it.
But there it was. She was Kagura and he was Sesshoumaru. She would always make life interesting while he would make it hell.
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"Hey."
He glanced up form his pile of papers scowling. He was supposed to be doing work, not reminiscing about his wife. He could do that when she was dead.
Not that he would ever let her die.
"You had the most odd look on your face…" She observed walking towards him and bending down to examine his face. "It could almost be described as soft…" Kagura chuckled mockingly before sitting down on his lap.
He glared at her in annoyance as she made herself comfortable lifting her feet and resting them on his desk.
"Oh and before I forget," she murmured nuzzling her face into his chest, "I got rid of the prime minister's wife. Stupid woman said her husband's hair was much better than yours."
Kagura grinned at him before petting his head. "I love your hair." She said fondly ignoring the exasperated gaze he sent her.
She was trouble and that was exactly what he needed.
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