Hustler by Little Sheriff
Sand
Hustler
Chapter 2 - Sand
325 words
"Really now boys? We're on vacation." Izayoi sighed disappointedly while staring at her husband and Sesshoumaru. Inutaisho grinned up at her from his spot crouching in the sand with Sesshoumaru.
"We know where we are dear, but that doesn't mean Sesshoumaru has to stop learning" he replied with Sesshoumaru nodding next to him in agreement. At the age of 11 he already looked a lot like his father, his amber eyes getting the same gleam of excitement when the topic of pool came up.
"I didn't want to come here anyways." Sesshoumaru pointed out before returning his attention to the spot of sand between him and his father, and pointing to something to ask him a question. Inutashio looked back down too and answered him, and both boys got caught up again in the lecture Inutashio had started with his son. The sound of the ocean and families laughter surrounded them as they talked animatedly, drawing and erasing and redrawing images in the sand. Soon enough though, Izayoi had grown bored with her husband's inattention to her.
"Vacation is supposed to be fun. I just don't see how this is fun for either of you." Izayoi joked with her new husband, poking the diagram of the pool table that had been drawn in the wet sand with her toe, smudging the lines in it.
"No fun? No fun? Darling, you used to love watching me play pool!" Inutashio flipped some of his long hair out of his face, putting on a wounded look, "Did you only pretend to like pool to gain my interest? Have you already lost your use for me now?" Izayoi just giggled and pushed Inutashio with her foot so he fell over with a surprised look on his face before running off, her husband chasing after her trying to splash her with water. Sesshoumaru stared after them before looking back down to the drawing his father had been showing him, forgotten again.
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A/N: I swear this is all going somewhere, I just feel this need to show part of Sesshy's childhood. Well, the childhood he has in my head anyways. ^_^