A/N: Trying something new to keep creativity churning between the larger fic updates. This is a series of eleven, 100 word vignettes depicting how Sesshoumaru and Kagome's relationship grows as they once again step into each other's presence in Kagome's time. I may write more of these mini-series vignette stories as time permits. These won't post in bulk as most of my drabble stores do. Updates 2x a week. Thank you for reading.
The past returns with a whisper.
"Sesshoumaru?"
That voice. Feminine and soothing as he remembers it, it drifts among the morning beams and tears him from his solitude.
"Is it really you?"
For a split second, his breath catches in his chest. Memory can be cruel, and the ghosts of the past have teased him before. But a sudden, soft touch on his sleeve anchors him to the present.
His arm tingling, he turns, eyes widening a fraction. Impossible.
There, barefoot in a forgotten field, the scent of grass mingling with her own, memory stands.
"Miko?"
She smiles, shy. "Hi."