A little note: As seen on Dokuga. Originally this was an interconnected drabble collection created with the prompts from dokuga_contest. However, since dokuga_contest is no longer running, I'll update as I see fit with prompts I select myself.

Disclaimer: I am not, in any way, affiliated with the creators or producers of Inuyasha. No profit is made from this writing.

Sesshomaru, The Sweet Tooth

Thirteen. It was the birthday every youkai dreamed of reaching. For at thirteen, a youkai was finally of age, a mature youkai. It was also on the thirteenth birthday that youkai were officialy named heirs to their fathers or mothers, if such a title was necessary. To Sesshomaru, however, his thirteenth birthday was an excuse to eat cake. And lots of it.

"No!" Tsukiko insisted for the hundredth time. "You cannot have another cake."

At thirteen, Sesshomaru was short, barely grown out of his baby fat and very, very immature. He may be an adult youkai in the eyes of society, but he himself still clung to his childhood.

"Please," he begged his mother, who just shook her head. With a pout, the young newly appointed heir stomped off, in hopes of convincing his father to feed him cake.

His father was too drunk to even understand his son's request.

"What was that?" the daiyoukai slurred. "You wan' tootsies? Teehee, Sessh, you are too young for tootsies."

Sesshomaru was very well aware of what a 'tootsie' was. He chose not let his mother know his father was being a naughty dog. So, he slinked away to the kitchen instead, expecting to find the cook, who could possibly sneak him a cake...or two.

The cook, however, was nowhere to be found. The kitchen was not deserted though. By the window stood a tall woman, dressed in a regal kimono. Her hair was a pale silver, with a darker tone than his own. Between her nimble fingers rested a pipe, smoke slowly dragging from it. It smelled awful, and Sesshomaru had to fight the urge to block his nose.

She must have sensed his youki, for she turned to face him and smiled. And that smile knocked the breath out of him.

Gods, she was beautiful. She was no stranger, he was very well aware who Yuuki of the East was. Not only was she kin, she was his father's closest friend. A powerful warrior, and, of course, an avid lover of human beings. Put her in the same room as Saitou, and you have a party on steroids.

"Evening, young prince," she hummed. "Here to sneak a smoke?"

She offered her pipe to him. He shook his head. "I am not allowed."

Yuuki snorted. "You are thirteen, my boy. Smoking is allowed now."

He still refused. The smell made him want to gag, no way did he want that stuff anywhere near his lungs. "I just came here for cake."

"Cake?" Yuuki asked, amused. "What are you, three?"

She must have noticed his ears going red, because she laughed. "I did not mean to offend you, young one. Nothing wrong with some cake. Have you checked the pantry?"

Sesshomaru shook his head, but moved to go do exactly that. Yuuki followed him, why, he did not know.

"I used to love cake when I was your age," Yuuki hummed. "Especially the type with berries."

"You don't like cake anymore?"

"Your father put me off cake for at least another five centuries."

"How did he manage that?"

Yuuki grimaced. "Ask your mother when you're older," was her mysterious reply.

Sesshomaru wanted to question her further, but his father stumbled into the kitchen.

"Yuuki!" Saitou stopped when he saw his son next to his friend. Then, with a hiccup, he giggled. "Oh, are you stealing cake? Is there some for me?"

"No, you big oaf," Yuuki muttered as she grabbed Saitou by his ear and dragged him to the door. She turned to Sesshomaru one last time. "Bye, little prince! Don't overeat or you'll get a stomach ache!"

Then she turned to Saitou. "You are pathetic when drunk. Come on, let's go find your mate so she can whip you back into shape."

Saitou groaned.

And with that, the two older youkai disappeared, leaving Sesshomaru alone. He continued on his mission to find his treasured cake. Only to sense a very dangerous presence behind him. He gulped nervously and slowly turned around. The cook stood with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed into slits, which were more menacing than ever because she also happened to be a snake youkai.

"Get out of my kitchen!" she yelled, before promptly dragging him to the ballroom, pushing him inside and loudly announcing his deviousness to all in attendance.

Two days later, Sesshomaru only found it fair to set the place on fire to avenge his honour.

Back in present time, Kagome was trying not to double over in her laughter. Tsukiko grinned and took a sip of her tea.

"He has no idea I had followed him to the kitchen and called for the cook to corner him," the demoness hummed. "He was such a sweet tooth back then."

After she recovered from her laughter, Kagome took another sip of her tea. "How long did his crush on Yuuki last?"

"A while," Tsukiko replied. "Although he'll never admit to that."

"Does she still live?"

"In a manner of speaking," Tsukiko stated, her expression suddenly grim. "It is hard to explain. Perhaps we can visit her sometime?"

"That sounds fantastic! I would love to meet her."

"Indeed," Tsukiko hummed. "Then I suppose I should warn you. She is Nohime's mother."

Kagome nearly choked on her tea.