A/N: As usual, thank you for the reviews everyone! Enjoy!
Kagome's POV
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Chapter Thirty: Sesshoumaru
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Never before had I attempted something of this magnitude.
I was a master of rough sketches and half-finished drawings, but never in my life had I tried to paint anything, let alone something of this scale and detail.
And the most troublesome part was that I had to keep Sesshoumaru away from it and my room, which was proving to be much more difficult than I had originally thought.
I was only just discovering how irrepressible his sense of curiosity was, and at the slightest hint of a surprise he began hounding me, wanting to know what I was working on. It was only through Chisaki and Kira's combined efforts that he wasn't storming into my room at this very moment.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
After giving myself a shake, I eyed the innocent, blank canvas in front of me. In my mind I could easily picture what I wanted, but making it reality was an entirely different story. Perhaps if I started out with a light outline . . .
Nighttime found me weary and smudged randomly with paint, but satisfied. Though I was not done, I was happy with my progress and admired my work appreciatively.
Seeing the style in which his mother had been portrayed, I'd been inspired to preserve Sesshoumaru forever in my own fashion and offer it to him as a wedding present. He'd seemed to like the amateurish drawings of himself in my sketchbook, so I'd construed that a self-portrait would be a more than perfect marital gift.
With a pleased smile, I gingerly set the still-wet painting in a far corner of my room and left, intent on finding my overly-curious husband.
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A/N: Just wanted to do something short and angst-free. Hope you all liked it. Please review!