Fan and Fur - SessKagu Weekend 2020
Summary: Prompts for SessKagu Weekend on tumblr.
A/N: ~skree!~ I almost missed SessKagu Weekend! But fear not, I will write my entries, even if it might be be a bit late
You know the rules - I write shorts under 1000 words long and try to stay away from dark themes.
Event takes place: May 1st - 3rd, 2020.
Tag on tumblr: #sesskaguweekend2020
Prompt list;
Day One; Peach (Crush)
Day Two: Light Green (Remember)
Day Three: Silver (Free Day)
Day 1: Peach (Crush)
The hair dresser was a grim being, who knew no mercy nor gentleness. The man seemed to be personally insulted by Kagura's hand and the young woman could do nothing about him tormenting her poor head and hair.
After all, she had came to him and was paying for the torture.
Only so she could look as good as possible tonight.
Well, actually it was Naraku who was paying for it, but he didn't really know that Kagura was visiting a hair oni to get a new hair style.
The oni was grumbling where he knelt behind her, his lithe fingers combing through her hair, spreading oils and wax to make her hair shine and obey his will. Kagura's hair, usually just pinned away from her face and a bit windblown, was as wild as herself.
She smirked internally at the memory of his horrified face when she had let her hair fall loose on her back. She was a female and took pride in her flowing hair, but she knew that very few men admired the wind quality of her hair and the efficiency of her simple hair do. And since she wanted to dazzle a man, who was most certainly one of the most aloof and dignified beings she knew, Kagura had to resort to allowing a specialist to tame her hair, if even for today.
So now she sat on a pillow in the dim, but tidy shop. The walls were lined with shelves that housed many containers with hair products, brushes and a huge display of wigs. A sizable mirror was in front of Kagura, reflecting her slight wince at the torture and the tormentor. He was a thin, middle-aged man with a perfectly tidy man bun of glossy black. His eyes were on his work and he didn't talk much, beside his grumbling. His hands were tugging and combing through her hair, not very pleasant as they twisted and coiled her hair, but not painful enough to prompt her to complain.
Kagura's new expensive kimono was covered with a piece of cloth to prevent any of the oil to fall on it, but Kagura could see the pretty peach pink of the robe where the cloth didn't reach. The oni picked a piece of ribbon in a matching color and tied it into her hair. A few more tugs and a silk flower ornament was added to adorn the bun on the back of her head.
The oni's sharp eyes examined his creation before he gave a single nod. Then he reached for a mirror and positioned it so Kagura could see the back of her head.
"It is finished, lady," he declared. The ribbon was showing between the dark, glossy strands of her hair. "The hair style is called a peach, I thought it was most fitting for the kimono you wear."
Kagura examined the elaborate hairstyle. It looked elegant and beautiful. She allowed the oni to remove the cloth from her shoulders before she rose.
"Your work pleases me," she said and paid the oni, pleased by the effect and hoping that it was not in vain.
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The man was walking up a hill, his pace slow and steady. A two-headed dragon following him carried a sleepy human girl and a pouting kappa, but the man seemed not to be aware of their presence.
He was walking at the woman standing on top of the hill, illuminated by the last rays of the sun that came from behind her back. She lifted a hand and opened a fan with a sharp snap.
His golden eyes followed the motion of her hand, gracious and purposeful. When the fan froze high in the air, his gaze traveled down her arm and then to her blood red eyes.
"Kagura," he greeted, his voice a tad warmer than usual, but only the woman noticed that.
"Naraku sent me to battle you, Lord Sesshomaru," the wind sorceress said with a small smirk. Her fan moved to conceal the lower part of her face, but the daiyoukai saw and recognized the spark in her eye for what it was - and it most clearly was no battle lust.
He couldn't help it, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.
That woman, she was going to be his undoing.
And he - if he had to be honest - didn't seem to mind.
"Rin, stay with Jaken and Ah-Un," the inu said in an even, flat tone, before he stepped forward. The woman turned around and disappeared behind the top of the hill, her long sleeves swaying around her slim figure as she waled. The daiyoukai found his step a bit more faster as he followed her, his eyes zeroed on the ends of a ribbon tied into the hair of the sorceress.
He wondered what she would say if he undid that ribbon.
And that patterned obi that wrapped around her waist.
A/N: I know, I am terrible at romance.