How Much Does A Kitsune Charge? by sesshomarusama33

Chapter 1

How Much Does A Kitsune Charge?

Chapter One

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He watched her. For days, he was mesmerized by her movements. She never really spoke; he had never heard her voice. Yet, he could not stay away. She was human, and he still came to see her every day.

She will never know. He could not let his obsession have the best of him.

The door to the flower shop opened, and out stepped a little boy. A kitsune?

“I’ll go get our lunch, mama.” The boy called to the woman who was painting. She smiled, waving the child off.

He shut the door behind him, before looking to the tree Sesshomaru had been hiding in. “I know you’re there, demon, and I know you’ve been watching my mama for quite some time now.”

Sesshomaru dropped from the tree, observing the young kitsune. He couldn’t be more than 10 in human years, he noted, but he seemed resourceful enough. “She is not your mother.”

“Not by blood, but she saved me. She will always be my mama.” Shippou’s eyes misted, recalling the incident that had found him with his surrogate mother.

Sesshomaru grunted, his eyes piercing the glass of the flower shop as he watched the young woman pick up a tube of paint. “She does not speak?”

Shippou shook his head. “She does, but she’s very focused on her work. She gets distracted easily.” Shippou was eying the way the demon was staring at his mother, and smirked. “I can introduce you, if you want. She accepts us.”

“Us?” Sesshomaru asked, a bit curious. Shippou nodded, letting his fox magic gather in his hand.

“Demons.” Shippou nodded. “She’s not like the other humans. She doesn’t care about stuff like that.”

I should leave. I should not stay here any longer.

Before he knew it, the kitsune had convinced him to have lunch together. They were walking back to the flower shop, takeout boxes in bags, as Shippou opened the door.

“Mama, I’m back. I brought a friend.” He put his bag on the counter, giggling as he saw the paint covered woman.

She stood from behind the counter, wiping her hands on a towel, turning her body to face her son and his friend. She faltered in her step as she was met with a pair of golden eyes, and in her mind, she was trying to think of the perfect combination of colors she would need to recreate them.

“Enchanted,” she whispered. He felt his body shiver as he was covered in goose bumps. Her voice was far more spellbinding than he could have ever imagined, and he found himself wanting to hear more of it.

“Likewise, miss.” He reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips. He watched as her face reddened with embarrassment, and she smiled shyly.

“Kagome.” He felt the breath leave him, learning this angel’s name. Her eyes were a bright blue, and they sparkled deeply when he pressed his lips to her hand.

“Sesshomaru.” He replied, watching as her smile grew tenfold.

“Sesshomaru… you are staying?” She looked to Shippou, who was dividing the food up. He nodded, happily bringing his mother and guest a plate of food.

“I got lost, and Sesshomaru helped me find my way back.” Shippou lied, easily. Sesshomaru caught on quickly, but Kagome only smiled softly before kissing his head.

“Thank you, Shippou.” She took a plate, handing it to Sesshomaru. “Thank you, for helping my son.” She took her own plate, heading to the back of the shop. Shippou followed her, after making his own plate, turning back to look at Sesshomaru.

“Are you coming?” He asked, turning back around as he followed his mother outside, to what appeared to be a garden.

Sesshomaru looked around him, then to the plate of food in his hands, and then back to the woman and her adopted kitsune. She smiled, waving with her hand for him to join her.

The kitsune stared at him, a mischievous smile playing his face. As Sesshomaru approached, he knew that the kitsune’s help had not come without a price.

The question was; what was the kitsune really after?

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A/N: Yes, yes, I have like eight stories I'm working on. Plot bunnies, however, don't care about how many stories you currently have unfinished.