Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Kagome's POV
She sat in front of the mirror, sighing wistfully, wishing that he was here. She hadn't seen him in about fifteen years. That may seem like a long time for a human, but it isn't for a demon. She was thirty-five today, when all reality she didn't look her age, she looked around eighteen. Today she was having a party in celebration for her birthday, since she only had a party every five years.
She just wished that he was here; he would always sit in one of her chairs in her room, and would watch her get ready for a party, laughing and joking with her as she would pull her hair back or when she was dressing behind the screens in the corner of the room.
She smiled sadly. He would make fun of her and she would pout, sitting at her vanity mirror until he would walk over and pick her up and tickle her until she would laugh. He would kiss her on the cheek before resuming his spot in the chair until she would pout again and it would repeat the process all over again. Sometimes she would do it just so that he would kiss her. But he coming for her birthday this year, along with all the others he had missed, was not meant to be. Sesshoumaru was out to war along with his father and his brother Inuyasha.
She would always have to dress in the traditional kimono, always in bright flattering colors and she also had to wear the horrid tabi socks and the geta sandals. For this celebration she was wearing a furisode (a kimono with long sleeves, worn by young, unmarried women) including a full juban with a, embroidered collar. Her kimono was in pastel colors with golden phoenixes curling a twisting on the fabric and pastel bamboo leaves in the back round.
She was dressed, waiting for Rin, her small hand maid to come in and help her with her hair.
"Rin is so sorry that Rin is late Kagome-sama!" Rin skidded into her room, in a formal child's kimono of bright orange, panting for breath.
Kagome turned around and smiled down at the small little girl.
"That is fine Rin."
Rin gasped, "Oh, Kagome-sama, you look so beautiful!" Rin rushed over to her and lightly hugged her around the waist and Kagome wrapped her arms around Rin, seeking comfort from the girl.
Rin let go and picked up a comb from the dresser and Kagome sat down at her vanity.
She felt the comb go through her hair and she closed her eyes, listening to Rin tell her excitedly about all of the people that were there and how beautiful every one looked in their formal kimonos.
"What families are here Rin?" Her head tugged back lightly at the pull of the brush on every stroke.
"Oh, the Eastern family is here, Koga looks very handsome and his mother looks completely stunning in green." Kagome rolled her eyes playfully at the joke she had with Rin about the festivals. Rin would always mention Koga first, because he was one of the first guests that would come up to her and compliment her and claim her as his.
"The Southern family is here as well, Bankotsu looks very manly and beautiful and his brother is fawning over ever beautiful man he sees!" Rin let out a little giggle. Jakotsu was always known to be gay, even though his father played it off like he did not know. But wait….Bankotsu shouldn't be here, he should be in the war. I wonder…
"Is the Western family here Rin?" She didn't receive an answer, but the brush was still running through her hair, so Rin was still there.
"Rin, I asked, if the Western family is here." Still no answer. Was Rin ok?
Kagome turned around and gasped. There stood Sesshoumaru. No longer the skinny boy at the age of 30 but he was stunning, a sharp angled face, soft yet clear golden eyes, a strong nose, and strong chin. She couldn't help it, she started to cry.
"Kagome. Please. Please, don't cry." His voice was so smooth and deep, she just cried harder. He reached out and held her face, studying it, all the while brushing her tears away. He smiled, then reached out and held her around the waist bringing her up to hug her against his strong chest.
"Wow…you are so beautiful." He whispered into her hair. Then pulling back to kiss her cheek.
She cupped his chin in her hands. Studying his face once more, drinking in and memorizing every detail.
"And you look so handsome." She smiled, remembering all of their childhood times. She leaned up and kissed him on the crescent moon in the middle of his forehead. She looked into his eyes once more and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. Then she smiled, brilliantly, tears gone, so happy and overjoyed to see him after all of the years without him to tease and pay attention to her.
He smiled back and squeezed her tight to his body again, before setting her gently on her feet.
Her eyes widened. He was so tall! He towered over her for more than foot!
She giggled, hiding her mouth behind her small hand.
"Your so tall!" He chuckled.
"No, you're just short." He smiled, joking with her.
She looked away pouting, and just like old times he bent down and tickled her, making her gasp and laugh, until he kissed her on the cheek.
Yes, just like old times.