Touch
Jaken was talking about something he deemed important. Ah-Un was the only one actually listening to him, well, at least one of his heads was. They were following their lord as he was walking up a hillside.
It was a breautiful summer day and lord Sesshomaru was mildly pleased with the beauty of the land he was crossing - the West seemed to bloom and bear fruits everywhere around them. The daiyoukai was pleased to see that his lands was in such a good condition - no struggles, no fights, no havoc. At least among the youkai, the humans living in this area was below his concern. They could wage wars and kill each other and the great dog youkai wouldn't even raise a brow.
There was only one human being he had warmer feeligs towards - a girl sleeping on Ah-Un's back, her dark hair swaying with his every step. Lord Sesshomaru spared a glance at the girl, always so cheerful, so eager to see good sides of everything.
"Stay." the daiyoukai said and while Jaken had to trip over Ah-Un's tail to stop moving the dragon just ceased walking. Lord Sesshomaru waled to the top of the hill and looked at the landscape stretched under his feet.
A gust of wind caressed his cheek, pushed his hair back from his eyes, ruffled his fur.
It was like a playful hand of a woman touching her beloved for the first time, exploring his features with cool fingertips, running her nimble fingers through his hair. Sesshomaru closed his eyes to the image of the sunset coloring the land in oranges and golds. He could see red of the sunlight through his eyelids - the red so similar to red eyes of the woman he wouldn't see again. In his imagination her eyes didn't look agnry or frustrated, nor were they indifferent. There was a spark of playfullness in them. As a new gust of wind blew and played with his loose robes Sesshomaru sighed quietly. The wind sorcesress was no longer, but her image was lingering in his mind, haunting him. She was free from Naraku now, she was the wind. She had no body, no hands to reach and touch him.
And yet, sometimes when he was alone and looking at sun disappearing behind the horizon or flowers swaying in a light breeze, he felt as if she was right in front of him. If he closed his eyes the vision of her smirking face would come to his mind. If he stayed still...
The wind caressed his cheek.
A/N: I'm sorry it's not fluff. Well, I guess Lord Fluffy is here, so it's kinda fluff, right?