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~Hanabi~

Wasn't a Dream


Stretching her arms above her head, Kagome gave a happy sigh. Work was finally over and she could finally pack up for the day. She put away any remaining texting, making sure that the edges of the old old paper wouldn't crinkle or rip. Sometimes working in the museum's archives made tedious work, but at the end of the day, it felt worth it. Taking her place among history, somehow it comforted her, as if it was a substitute for reopening the well.

She could wish anyways.

Speaking of wishes, Kagome smirked, her hand fishing into her cardigan pocket to search for her cigarette lighter.

If her boss caught her, she probably would see the end of her career. However, it was only three seconds. That was all she needed. Sliding the little spool with her thumb, a flame flickered to life. It fluttered and danced and she watched the pretty colors with excitement. Without second thought she blew the fire out in a single puff, her lips forming an "o" and her cheeks puffing up. The light disappeared in wispy plumes of smoke. Shoving the lighter back into her pocket, she picked up her purse and hopped anxiously up and down. In her mind she counted backwards, starting at three.

Three…

Two…

One.

He appeared suddenly without announcement or warning. A spatula was held in one hand while a salt shaker was held in the other. Sesshomaru looked up, his face as emotionless as ever—but his eyes pooled with confusion. One glance to the Shikon Miko told him she had wished him to her.

Shaking his head, lips quirking in their rare smirk, he tilted his chin toward her. "Hey, woman, dinner is going to burn if this Sesshomaru does not go back."

"You smell like steak," she sniffed, grinning. "Nice to see that your expensive taste in food hasn't changed one bit."

Licking his top lip, he quirked his brow and allowed his formality to slip just a bit as he winked at her. "Well are you going to hurry up or not? Dinner will not taste any good burned."

"Yes!" She squealed, rushing to him and grabbing onto his arm.

He rolled his eyes, nose nuzzling against the crown of her head. Leading her to the door of the archive's room, he pulled her through followed by a plume of lilac smoke. They stepped into his kitchen not a moment later than when their feet passed through the door frame. Giggling, Kagome rushed immediately to the stove pulling off the slightly smoking pan from the burner. Sesshomaru waved his hand over it, the gray fumes dispelling instantly. The two looked down at the shriveled potatoes and the charred meat. Leaning her head on her palm, the young woman sent the goblin an almost smug smirk.

"Say anything and this Sesshomaru will put you back on the street," he rumbled.

Nodding, she complied before tugging on his sleeve. "Take me back to Canada."

"Canada? At this hour?" His nose wrinkled, whether in disapproval or surprise at the idea he left for her to decide.

"Yes. They have delicious steak there," she nodded, casting up at him from underneath her thick lashes. "It'd be fun."

"This Sesshomaru is hardly known for fun. But he is known for his ability to withstand feminine wiles," he grunted, before setting down the flipper and the shaker of salt. "Go get your coat or I leave without you."

With a quick kiss to his cheek, Kagome ran to the front door, trying to both pull her jacket off the coat rack and put it on simultaneously. With a shake of his head, and a very slight—and hardly audible—chuckle, he resumed his place at her side and helped her into the article of clothing. She beamed up at him gratefully before swinging the door open and pointing out. Determined to surprise her, he strolled out of the door with his power swirling around him as she followed.

The miko shrieked in shock at the sound of a loud whistling firework spiraling up into the air.

"It's Canada Day," he smirked. "You might be able to get treats more delectable than steak today."

"Like what?" She oohed, watching as the sky erupted in colors of red and gold.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, pressing a soft and gentle kiss. "This Sesshomaru believes you will find that tangerine cake you so enjoy."

"Oh," she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. "You planned this didn't you?"

"I do have a tendency to spoil the goblin's bride," he murmured, holding her close.

She looked up to him, eyes wide and happy—

—to find that he wasn't there.

~0~0~

Kagome awoke, gasping and clutching at her chest. Her legs rubbed against the soft linen of her twin bed in her small apartment. The sunlight barely streamed in through the curtains of her room window. Her heart sunk, as her eyes scanned the room frantically.

Sesshomaru was not there.

She twisted around, grabbing the scented candle that rested on the hutch over her bed. A small, round flame still wavered on the wick—almost a smolder rather than anything that resembled fire. Hoping and praying with all her might, she blew out the flame. Her fingers gripped the glass container tighter, the knuckles on her fingers and her hands turning white as she pulled it, and clutched it to her chest.

One…two….three…

Her breath came out in a shuddering sob as she lowered her head, seeing Sesshomaru disappear on that roof top in plumes of lavender and lilac tendrils.

…four…five…

The smell of sakura overwhelmed her and she looked up to see the white-haired goblin standing beside her bed. His clawed hand rested in his hair while the other one reached forward for her. He only wore a kimono, loose hakama, and slippers. Gold eyes closed and he sighed deeply—she wasn't sure if he was made. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on hers. He said nothing, and did not bother to open his eyes to look at her.

"Surprised," he whispered. "It is so early. This Sesshomaru dare not consider the possibility that something was amiss with you."

"I was scared," she whispered, her hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs running along the magenta stripes that decorated the skin there. "I was so scared it was a dream. I woke up and you weren't here."

"This Sesshomaru is now," he murmured, kneeling at her bedside. His hand extended and stroked her bangs, the motions trying to soothe her as he extended his youki. It approached her reiki slowly, before the edges of his powers began to mix with hers, calming her spiritually as well.

A small cry escaped her lips. "You left me. That wasn't a dream. You disappeared, in smoke and wind and…"

He hushed her, placing his fingertips on her lips. His mouth was drawn and his eyes finally opened. "This Sesshomaru knows."

Her bottom lip trembled. "You left."

The goblin bowed his head and rested it on her shoulder. Against her collar bone, he could hear the patterns of her heart, thumping against her chest. He continued to brush both her hair and her power—trying his best to show the woman that he was here. Now he was.

"I am sorry."


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