Word count: 241
Theme: Gift
Summary: (KaguraxKagome. Femmeslash, onesided.) "Sometimes the wind
brings her gifts." Yet there's something special about her latest
one...
Upon the Wind
Sometimes the wind brings her gifts. They are little things: feathers, trinkets, perhaps a bolt of pretty cloth she saw while flying on her feather.
"It is not my own doing," she says, gaze averted and one eyebrow raised. She tells Naraku the gifts are unexpected arrivals of the untamable wind, and that she does not, as his narrowed eyes whisper, manipulate anything. "They simply come," she says sharply, and Naraku, for once, says nothing in response.
This time, Kagura stands under the shelter of a great tree, feeling the earth pounding under her soles and the sunlight tracing out a pattern of gold-laced leaves on her back. Blood-red lips whisper to the wind, begging them to bring back her latest desire. It is rather different from what she usually wishes, and perhaps a little more difficult to obtain, but that makes no difference to the Wind Sorceress. Kagura has always enjoyed a good challenge.
The leaves sway and swish above her. Kagura's eyes widen as she sees someone stagger into view, the unconscious body supported only by a swirling, unsteady current of wind. She adjusts the angle of her fan, and the young miko of the future, Kagome, slumps to the ground, her soft, pale skin half-smothered by the dirt.
Kagura leans against the trunk of her tree, eyes unnaturally bright. She covers one eye slyly with her fan.
"Now this," she murmurs to herself, "is a gift I like."