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V.

Sesshoumaru's mother stood leaning against the opened shoji frame, staring at the falling snow.

If Sesshoumaru hadn't known better, he would have said she looked almost wistful. Vaguely reminiscent of times past and possibly a better life. It was a good thing he knew better. His mother was cold and vindictive, strong and perceptive, warm and hyper, among other things. She had had been called a lot of things in the past, but among them, nostalgic was not one of them.

And yet, there she stood, against the wooden frame, her blue, pink and black kimono offsetting the white background, a hand placed tenderly across her womb.

Sesshoumaru exhaled through his nose and went back to work.

Nostalgic, indeed.

(It snowed today. Everything's covered in a thin film of white; it's nice. Just in case you haven't picked up on it, yet, if there is a Sess/Kag relationship, it will be slow in coming. Until then, it's just character development on my part: getting a feel for the characters, setting boundaries, limitations, et cetera.... I'm doing it in turn. Sesshoumaru first, Kagome later, if at all. You should be pleased to know that the next one in coming is going to be quite a bit longer. -isgivinghimarespite- – Incomprehensible)