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~Day at the Beach~

Accidentally Meeting


Sesshomaru tapped his fingers impatiently, his messenger was taking an awful long time to return. Deciding that the boy could leave the message in the mailbox, he turned around and disappeared through his front door. He stepped into the large buckwheat field, the stalks of white flowers swaying around his calves. Rin would be anxiously waiting him to visit her. She always did at the end of the week. His leather shoes made sure not to crush any of the flowers underneath as he walked through the fields.

She was the only one of his stewards that he buried here. It seemed fitting that the place where he died the first time, she should be put to rest there too. The girl had never left his side until her journey to the afterlife.

He sat down by a small stone shrine, pulling off his suit jacket and resting it on his lap. Carefully, he began to pick the buckwheat, his gold eyes soft and remembering. Rin loved picking the flowers from this field. His claws were meticulous as they sliced the stems with quick cuts. It didn't take long for him to have a bouquet in his hands. He turned it over a few times to make sure it was as full as he wanted it to be before he stood, jacket tucked over his arm. Patting the shrine, he walked away, mentally saying goodbye.

As he walked away, he felt a tug on his mind. Furrowing his brow, he became confused as the telltale plumes of lilac smoke began to pull at his shoulders and arms. His power was being used.

"What in the world—"

Suddenly he wasn't in a field of buckwheat. His shoes kicked up sand as he took a step forward, and he found himself on the shore of the beach. Which beach, he didn't have the slightest idea, but he was on a beach. He blinked in surprise, gold eyes narrowing when he found a girl sitting next to him, face away from his sight. In her lap was a small cupcake with a smoldering candle in it.

"Woman, what did you do?" He demanded, finding no other source of how he could have appeared where he was.

The girl sniffed, wipping her eyes immediately with the back of her hands. "I'm sorry, what?"

She turned to look at him.

Both of them found themselves taken aback.

"Sesshomaru?" she gasped, her tone incredulous.

"You are the woman who trapezed around the country side with my idiot hanyou brother," he realized.

"I don't know about 'trapezed', but sheesh," Kagome tilted her head to the side. "How on earth did you find me?"

I didn't. He blinked, not answering.

With a small smile she looked at the flowers in his hands. "Those are pretty."

"It's buckwheat," he answered, still staring at her.

"Buckwheat, they say that means lovers," she joked before realizing that with him, that was a very bad idea. She fidgeted. "Er. It's good to know you're still around, you know. I'm sure if everyone were still—"

He dropped the flowers by her side and turned around walking away.

"Hey, jerk!" she called after him, picking up the flowers and waving them around. "I was talking! You could have at least excused yourself."

Instead Sesshomaru found himself discomforted how the Shikon Miko, someone from his time as a daiyokai, still lived on. In fact he was even more disturbed at how she looked exactly the same. Her uniform from when they defeated Naraku was different, but other than that—there was no change.

That worried him to no end, and it felt that somehow, this encounter on the beachfront would not be their last.

"You could have at least said goodbye!" she called after him.

And then the goblin smirked, skin crinkling around his gold eyes—even if he was stuck in the same time as her, it seemed as though their meetings would at least be amusing.


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