V for Violet
The walk towards the next village was so silent, serene and unbearable. Kagome wondered how long it would be until she would finally step down from her pride, go down in her knees and beg Sesshomaru to at least bless her with his glance. She silently cursed her luck, her timing and her fate. Everything had messed up two days back when she had indulged in a little bet game.
Two days back, the Kitsune had found long walks boring and so Kagome, who was the saviour of all, had decided to step in and brainstorm a game that would successfully purge the boredom away. How was she supposed to know that the Alpha of the pack would suddenly barge in and declare his participation?
She should have sniffed out the enveloping formidability when the dead miko had silently given her nod to indulge in their little game as well. It was a stupid game of guess. Stupid, because it had caused the first ever row between the miko and her demon.
"Okay, now its Sesshomaru's turn" The demon slayer had stated and the monk volunteered for the question.
"Lord Sesshomaru, guess the favourite colour of Kagome" Miroku had asked with a glint parading on his face. Sesshomaru had simply rolled his eyes, dusted off his dustless sleeve and answered with a smirk.
"Red"
She should have kept her mouth shut and nodded. She should have gone ahead, faked a smile and should have declared it as the correct guess. But she couldn't. She knew the demons in her group could sniff her lie. So she had walked along silently and his answer was hanging in the air.
Inuyasha had smirked out loud.
It was a hit to his pride. She hated the fact that Inuyasha was almost gleaming with a glee and it was all her fault. So she went ahead and "sat" the hanyou for five solid minutes. Sesshomaru had narrowed his eyes and she understood that she had indeed wounded his pride by defending him. Alphas liked to fight their own fight unless it was obvious that they were week.
He had stopped talking to her and after few hours of feigning ignorance, Kagome had shouted that he was being childish.
"Green" He had said back eyeing her skirt.
"No"
"Maybe it's the colour of the eyes that made her fall in love" Miroku had gathered up guts and whispered in Sesshomaru's ears.
"Gold" He declared out loud.
"No. It's violet" Kagome had yelled back from her place. Her heart was considerably hurt and she just wanted to end the stupid game.
"Hm, that's my eye colour" Miroku's lips twitched. Sesshomaru refused to acknowledge her presence ever since.
And now Kagome was angry to the core because she just couldn't get why the demon lord was ignoring her in the first place.
Night came by, the crescent hovered in the abyss above, Miroku had finally crackled up and told her what actually had happened. She fumed and pulled Sesshomaru aside and asked whether he was downright delusional.
"It's Violet, cause it's your mark. The moon" She said. The night turned out to be bliss when Sesshomaru smacked the monk on his head.
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