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(Written) Start: August 21, 2006 EST End: August 23, 2006 9:03 PM EST
(Published) August 25, 2006 11:56 AM EST
(Word Count) 298
(Author's Note) This is a songfic for the LJ community 10symphonies. The pairing is, obviously, Sesshoumaru x Midoriko. A note: as Midoriko did live a long, long time ago, this would've happened when Sesshoumaru was relatively young in youkai years, I think, so I'm going to take some license with his character. Inspired by the song Devil Inside by Utada Hikaru, hence, the title of this drabbled.
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Devil Inside
Taiyoukai Lady
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She liked to call him a devil, fondly grinning at memories of his snarling visage tearing apart some common oni with those wonderfully sharp claws of his. He never stopped her, amused by the name.
"If I'm the devil, wouldn't this be hell?" he asked once.
A shrug was the reply, "I'd rather be in hell with you than in Heaven with all those other wimps."
He accepted this reasoning, too young to understand the underlying emotion in those words, and did not bring it up again.
One day, months after the first time she called him a devil, he stopped by the small hut she called home only to find her gone, the embers of the fire still glowing with a smothered light. Trusting that she would be back before long, he settled himself down to wait. If she had left without him, it was safe to guess that the oni wasn't very strong, or at least, not strong enough to be a serious treat to her victory. She was foolish, headstrong, too stubborn for her own good, but not stupid. No, she wasn't stupid.
He thought.
He was seriously considering reversing that opinion when night fell and she still hadn't returned. The fire crackled with the logs he'd thrown in, eagerly digesting the dry wood.
Just as he was about to leave, the hanging mat that acted as a door was pushed aside, and a black-haired head poked in warily, blinking at him in surprise before the rest of her body followed.
"Hey," she said, smiling at him.
Staring at the image of Midoriko drenched in blood, the head of an oni clutched in her hand, the guts still hanging of her sword, Sesshoumaru sighed and shook his head.
"And you call me a devil."
