Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. -sniffles-

A/N: Yes I love Kagura/Sesshoumaru. Most of these oneshots and drabbles will be AU, but I'll try some Sengoku Jidai based ones someday... yes... someday...

Thanks to Turtlequeen2 for helping me out with this! I really appreciate the help you offer!

Enjoy!

Take Me Away For a Flight

Almost everybody wants to fly.

Sighing as she gazed out the attic window, a young woman gazed out at all the crows and bluebirds that flew through the sky above her. How she envied their freedom. They could fly wherever they wished. There was no cage for those wild birds- they had all the freedom she could only dream about.

Glancing around the room and listening closely for any approaching footsteps, the woman found none and, as silently as she could, opened the window.

The air was gentle and she stood there a while, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of the wind against her raven tresses. Satisfied with her intake of fresh air, she slowly climbed out of the window and up the small ladder she had attached to the roof so that only someone with her long arms and incredible strength could grasp the bars and ascend.

Once on top of the mansion-like home of hers, she sat down in the typical teenager sprawl, hands firmly placed to support her back while her legs were stretched outwards. This time of year was her favorite, cool and calm breezes, just hot enough to keep her warm while so high up. Her lips twitched ever so slightly, almost forming a smile.

It was dark, probably close to the bedtime of most adults. Yet, she stayed up to gaze as the stars highlighted the skies with their brilliant sparkles. Her dream was to fly to these stars, to capture them and gaze at their shining bodies while they stayed in the jars she would keep them in, letting them out after a few hours of confinement. She'd never keep them longer than the night hours allowed the moon to reside in the dark sky. With extra care, she'd place them in the exact places she had found them.

No, she was not an idiot. She knew what stars really were, after all, was not the revolving sun a gleaming star as well? Her intelligence on space was quite accurate, and so thus she knew stars were not at all the small gleaming circles in the night skies. They were much bigger, she remembered from her countless studies on the solar system, and held gas molecules, also being divided into different categories such as 'dwarves' and 'supernovas'.

Even with this knowledge, she continued to dream about catching one. Her childish imagination stirred up again as she recalled the times when she believed that stars were little lamps in the sky, shining and begging to be wished upon so that they could witness all the children of the earth having their wishes fulfilled.

Though she wished for freedom every day, she never quite got that one wish satisfied...

'I must not have wished on the right star!' she used to insist. 'The right star is the brightest- that must not have been the one!'

Now, she knew perfectly well that stars did not grant wishes. Even so, she wished on them, never truly giving up the belief that they could somehow hear her.

Standing up and extending her arms as if taking flight, the young woman shut her eyes and swayed with the wind, trying to see if she could sway just right so that it would pick her up. She loved the wind and its movements, envying not only the soaring birds of the skies, but also the wind that enabled them to stay up there.

When she opened her eyes, she fully expected to be still standing on the roof, alone, and looking very peculiar to people waling past. While she was indeed still standing on said roof, and was still in that very strange position with her hands stretched out to her sides, she was not alone. Standing a few meters to her side sat a man, looking at her with a curious expression.

To say she was absolutely baffled (not to mention embarrassed) that someone had been watching her and she had not noticed his presence, would have been the biggest understatement in the world. She was, in the very least, dumbfounded as she glanced to the man, arms falling slowly back to her sides.

"Who are you?" she asked, though kicked herself mentally after such an idiotic question.

The man looked at her a moment more before rising and walking towards her. Only...he wasn't walking.

He was floating.

The young lady stared at his feet, which were not touching the rooftop in the slightest, before turning her gaze to his face. He raised an eyebrow at her, looked down at his feet, and, as if suddenly realizing what he had been doing, brought his feet to the uneven rooftop. He acted so casually, she almost thought that she had imagined the whole thing.

Almost.

"I asked you who you were!" the woman repeated, finding her tongue after a moment's lost of speech. "And what are you doing on my roof?"

"You need not repeat yourself," answered the man, though in truth he had answered nothing. "Your earlier question was heard clearly by me. I merely wished to stand properly before answering you."

She gave him a weird look, confused at his calmness. He was on her roof and she didn't even know him! Just what kind of maniac was he?

"I am called Sesshoumaru," he finally stated, bowing ever so slightly. "And you have a name, do you not?"

Realizing that he was requesting her name, the woman said, "I am Kagura. Now, why are you on my roof? Unless you enjoy the company of strangers..." That last statement was laced in sarcasm as she smirked slightly.

The man only raised his eyebrow, deciding not to respond to that. Sesshoumaru, as he had claimed, pointed one fine finger to the sky and said in a way that held little emotion or care, "This Sesshoumaru heard your wish. And so, I was merely sent to grant it." He walked up to her, careful to actually use his feet this time, and turned her around. She was about to bark out yet another question, had Sesshoumaru not spoken first. "No wings," he said with a click of his tongue. "What were they thinking when they sent me here...?"

Finally, Kagura whipped around and glared at him. "What are you talking about? What wish?"

Ignoring her inquires; the fine faced man looked around, but sighed in defeat at a loss of something that seemed, to the woman, important.

"This Sesshoumaru requires the aid of feathers. Do you possess any?" he demanded suddenly, a blank expression on his calm face.

Kagura nodded and he told her to fetch them. Grumbling something under her breath, she obeyed his order and climbed back into the attic. 'Who does this bastard think he is,' she asked herself, glaring straight ahead. She opened up her special safe of small objects, pulled out two exotic feathers, and shut the dusty box. She had plenty of these feathers, so they would not be of real loss.

When she ascended the ladder once again and came into view of Sesshoumaru, he walked over to help her. He was a bit taken aback when she waved him off, but allowed her to mount up on her own.

"Here," she said, thrusting the two feathers before his face. "The feathers you requested." Her tone was cold, not trusting the strange man.

He nodded, examining the feathers with interest. They were like most, having a long stem with small feather strips that made it soft and flurry, but had a small ball at the thick end. He had seen some like these, but none of the ones he had seen even came close to the care and gentleness that the quill had been faced with. She had treated them as a treasure, yet had given him two after a simple appeal? Surely she did not expect them back so quickly...? 'This woman will allow me the use of these so easily,' he thought in disbelief, but hid the emotion from his face.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at them? I like those a lot so if you're not going to use them, give them back." She stared at him with an irritated look.

"Oh, I will use them," he assured her, slightly smirking. Taking her hand and placing the two items in her outstretched palm, he gently closed her fingers and told her to throw them into the air. "But, only when you feel the wind is in agreement with you," he warned. "If not, you will lose them. Then I cannot help you any longer." His expression took on a more serious look. His eyes narrowed and his mouth in a slight frown.

"The wind? Agreeing with me?" Kagura asked in disbelief. "And just how am I supposed to know what that means? I'm not a flying weirdo like you."

His emotionless expression did not falter.

"Try it," he ordered, stepping back to give her more space. "When you feel the wind swirling around your fingers and the pulling on those two items in your hand, let it slip from your grasp. I believe something satisfactory will happen. Something you will enjoy."

She gave him a cautious look, but followed his instructions anyway. She closed her eyes, for she could sense the movement of the wind more efficiently that way. Then, when she could feel the wind swirling around her finger, pulling on the items, she let it fly away, hesitantly opening her eyes. She gasped, her red eyes widening in surprise. 'What in the hell... 'She trailed off.

The two feathers had enlarged, and were resting patiently. They did not blow away in the wind, but stayed put, almost anticipating their next move in eager interest.

"What?" Kagura whispered, at a loss of a better word to say. "How in the hell is this possible?"

"Come," was all that came from the man. They both approached the feathers and he picked them up, gently reforming them until they looked almost like wings. He went up to her, turned her body so that her back faced him, and gently pressed the ends of the winged feathers into her back. They stayed in place, flapping ever so slightly.

Kagura turned back to face Sesshoumaru when he told her to, with his hands. For the first time, she noticed something strange about him. Not only were there purple stripes across his cheeks and a blue crescent on his forehead, but his left arm seemed a tad bit weaker than his other. Grasping his hand in hers, she turned it over slowly, before looking back at him.

"Something happened," she said.

He pulled his hand away, shaking his head. He removed the gloss of remembrance from his gold eyes. "It is nothing. Now, let us move on, shall we?" he responded, gruffly.

Nodding her head gradually, she permitted him to lead her to the edge of the roof, holding the small of her back in a safety assurance. Surprisingly, his own pair of wings enfolded from his back and he looked at her.

"Are you ready for your wish to come true?"

She gave him a quizzical look. "What wish?"

"Kagura, you forget so expeditiously? Let me remind you then."

And, before she could even utter another word, he pushed her off the rooftop. She fell with a short cry, but quickly shut her mouth when she felt him grasp her hand and pull her upwards. Her eyes closed shut from the fall; Kagura timidly reopened them to find them soaring!

In an instant she remembered.

"You..." she started, looking at the man who was flying beside her. He didn't look at her, but nodded as if in understanding. Maybe wishing on stars wasn't so childish...

With a small laugh, Kagura held tight to his hand. He glanced at her ever so slightly, but looked ahead of them after a while.

How glorious the feeling of flying was to this young woman! The wind in her face, blowing back her midnight black locks...the rustling sound of the breeze on her clothes...the rhythmic sound of their flapping wings...and the laughter of the woman as she outstretched her arms and twirled with him whenever he forced her into a loop.

There was nothing more refreshing.

Her eyes...they saw the countless houses and cities beneath them. Cars brightened the highways with their lights, houses and buildings provided bright shines, and even the street lamps contributed to the amazing light show.

Her ears...they heard the rustling of their clothes and the flapping of their wings... the soft honking of cars...the breeze against her face...

Everything seemed so perfect.

But, perfect things don't last forever.

After a while, she was brought back to the rooftop of her home by Sesshoumaru. He brushed off invisible specks of dust, seeming to put up the illusion that the task of aiding her in flying was tedious and uninteresting.

"That was efficient enough," he muttered silently, his face calm as ever. "You learn rapidly. More so than This Sesshoumaru expected."

Kagura gave him a very perplexed look. How could he be so...unemotional after such a thrilling experience? And what did he mean by "You learn rapidly"? Was he complimenting her underneath the dry words his mouth uttered or was he really as cold as his face seemed to express? 'Kuso! How could I think he could even display any sort of emotion? And I thought he enjoyed it!'

"What do you mean?" she demanded with a glare.

He looked at her as if she were as dense as rock. "That was merely a test. An...observation if you will."

Her jaw practically went through the roof of the house. "THAT WAS AN OBSERVATION!" He really knew how to suck the fun out of everything! That flight had made her experience things she never knew she could! And he came back around with "observation" on his chilled tongue? Just who was this walking block of ice cubes anyway if he could call something enchantingly thrilling a simple observation?

"To see if you could do what was anticipated of you," he said as if she had not made such an outburst. "Do you still not recall your desire? One would have assumed the memory would have been restored after such a demonstration."

'How can he stand there and call that flight an observation and a demonstration? Where is his heart located in that brick he calls a body? Or better yet- his soul?' The mere thought of someone not feeling...a change after that life-changing experience was enough to send Kagura on the verge of a volcanic eruption. Sure, she could understand that he probably granted wishes on a daily basis and he probably even flew with girls around the city so many times he'd lost count. But to not feel anything made Kagura just want to grind her teeth in frustration and smash her head into a wall as many times as she could without totally blacking out.

Meanwhile, Sesshoumaru was watching as her face turned red from what he could only assume was aggravation and maybe even a bit of anger. Why was she so enraged, anyhow? Had he said something that disturbed her? Ah, well, the great Sesshoumaru could care less about the reason behind her rapidly reddening expression.

"It is late. You are going to need your rest tonight," he said plainly. His facial expression didn't falter at all when her face turned from irritation to confusion. "Tomorrow night. That is when you can expect to see me once more. Your wish will truly be fulfilled at that time." With that last statement, he pivoted and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Kagura called out to him. How could he leave with such abrupt information just left to hang in the air like dust particles?

The man halted. Without even sparing her a glance over his shoulder, he repeated, "Tomorrow night. Expect me here around the same time you met me today."

There really wasn't more she could say. He said he'd be back, so what use was there to even speak? Though any normal person would have shut up and left it at that, Kagura had never in her life been categorized under 'normal'. Trying to sound aggravated, Kagura narrowed her eyes and asked quite stubbornly, "Do you promise? That you'll be back?"

Silence would have served as her answer, had Sesshoumaru not chosen to respond himself. "You have my word."

Those four words, somehow, made Kagura feel overwhelmingly reassured and with a quick nod of her head, he left with a flourish. The only thing she saw was a globe of light that soon ascended upwards at a speed greater than she could have imagined. After a few seconds, he was completely and truly gone.

'Tomorrow' Kagura repeated in her thoughts. She grinned slightly. 'Alright then.'

Dwelling in her thoughts no longer, she walked to the other side of the roof and climbed down the ladder- into the attic window. She carefully shut the window and strode silently to her room.

She could wait. It was less than a day away. Before she closed her eyes and went to sleep, there was one last thought on her mind.

'KUSO! That bastard forgot to tell me how to get these freakin' wings off!'

2nd A/N: I like that ending. It makes you wonder, ne? I'd continue this...but it was just a one time thing...maybe later if I get inspiration (and time). Nyah, but hope you liked it!

Vocabulary:

Kuso- Shit/Damn

(I think that was the only one, but if there is another, tell me via private message or e-mail)

Thanks again, Turtlequeen2! This wouldn't have been made possible without your assistance!