Snowdrop by PhoenixBlade

Verses

Ah, day late. Whatever. Will probably be this way from now on.  Too tired from work to care. Blah...  Anyway, enjoy!

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Snowdrop

By: PhoenixBlade

Prompt: Verses

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After a late breakfast, of which took longer than usual as the cook found it odd that a creature, like Kagome, ate meat only if it went through fire.  No one in the palace knew what to make of the ningen, much less knew what a ningen was, yet they were well aware of what a miko was.

When she asked Sesshoumaru about this, as he was gave her a silent tour of the palace, he merely smirked and replied, “You, miko, are the thing of nightmares to young youkai everywhere in the West.”

He didn’t elaborate any further, but Kagome knew now that she was the equivalent of the monster under the futon that many children grew up fearing, herself included.

As they walked in companionable silence, despite Kagome’s need to socialize, they would occasionally stop by a room and Sesshoumaru would explain in a few words what the room was used for.  After a lengthy walk that included introducing more rooms to her and servants who ducked from them and stared at Kagome with a look of fear and curiosity, they finally entered a large room with books galore.  Kagome was suddenly a sputtering mess.  Though the girl loved chocolates like any other girl, she loved knowledge even more.  Girls her age barely knew how to read or rarely cared to learn, but for Kagome, a miko in training, she was expected to know how to read.  In doing so, she learned to love books as if they were her friends, for she had few.

Turning quickly to Sesshoumaru with pleading eyes, he simply nodded and she ran off, rummaging through bookcases like a child in a shop full of toys.  Oddly enough, they were all written in Japanese, of which she was glad.

A servant came into the room and took Sesshoumaru’s attention away from the wayward miko with a request from his mother for him to come see her right away.  He frowned, not wanting to see his mother quite yet as he knew it would be about the miko.  She had not been happy to hear him bring in a ningen, a miko at that.  What she was unhappy with had little to do with him.  He had found the girl and saved her life.  She was, by all rights, his.

Frowning, he replied to the servant, “Tell her this Sesshoumaru will be along shortly.”

The servant, who’s eyes strayed to the perusing miko, turned back to see his lord growling at his action.  The servant apologized and rushed out of the room quickly.  Sesshoumaru unclenched his now poison-dripping claw.  He hadn’t even realized that he had let his poison out.  Seeing the servant distracted by Kagome had angered him.  Kagome belonged only to him!

Glancing at the miko, whose nose was currently stuck in an old tome, he had an urge to take her against one of the bookcases so that all who came near her would know immediately by his scent and mark that she was his.  Unfortunately, he wanted Kagome willing and wanting.  Taking her by force would only yield misfortune with her in the future… However, he wasn’t opposed to touching her to speed up the process.

Holding back a groan of desire, he went up to Kagome and pulled the still reading miko to a room that connected to the library.  It was quite large, with a few bookcases, paintings on the wall and a desk in the middle of the room with several zabuton in front and behind the desk.  In one corner of the room, were pillows meant for resting.  Behind the desk were sliding doors.

“You may use this Sesshoumaru’s desk for your reading, miko,” he told her.

Kagome beamed with happiness as her free hand, that wasn’t holding a book, grabbed Sesshoumaru’s sleeve. She felt like jumping for joy.

“Thank you!” she smiled.

Before she knew it, she was on her tiptoes and kissing Sesshoumaru on the cheek.

So surprised by her action, it took Sesshoumaru several moments to register it before he grabbed onto her hand before she backed away and pulled her in for a kiss.  She felt butterflies in her stomach and her mouth felt as if it had been sewn shut.  Compared to many of his previous kisses, this one was light, a gentle pressing of lips together.  Before she could even respond with a kiss back, he pulled away.

“Behave while this one is away,” he told her with a smirk.

Her giddiness was suddenly overruled with annoyance.  Behave?  Wasn’t she the one behaving?

Her pout was so adorable that he couldn’t resist tapping her nose with a finger.  Yet before she could even retort, he kissed her on the forehead and walked away, leaving behind a disgruntled Kagome.

Once the sliding door closed behind him, she screamed, “Bastard!”

Youkai had good hearing and considering how he kept smirking at her every time she spoke under her breath about his lecherous ways; she knew he could hear it.

Fuming for a few more moments, she finally huffed and went to the desk to read.  There was a pile of papers on one side and a few neatly arranged in the middle of the desk.  On the other side of the desk were his writing utensils; an ink stone, several brushes, a small bowl and an ink stick.  The block was clean of ink and the brushes had been as well.  He took good care of his things, she assumed.

Looking at the few papers in front of her, she laid her book down to look at them.  There were only a few pages, of which were blank, but the one she found at the bottom had beautiful handwriting, so elegant and masculine for some reason.  It seemed so like Sesshoumaru, refined, but all male.  Shaking her head as how ridiculous her thoughts were, she read on through and found herself blushing profusely at the verses.

Silken ebony,

Spills like ink amongst white sheets,

I yearn to caress,

Copper rimmed glass doors,

Vibrant orbs push through stone walls,

Gazing into gold.

Supple and blushing,

Softness hid beneath layers,

Ardent hands unwrap.

Trembling rose petals,

Heady challenges await,

I eager to taste.

He was talking about her! That pervert!

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Sesshoumaru hid a smirk as he thought of the haikus he wrote about the miko.  Perhaps she would find them?  The thought of it almost made him laugh in amusement… however, seeing the cross female identical of him sitting in her throne before him, made him refrain from doing so.

“Mother, you had need of this Sesshoumaru?” he asked.

“Hai, this Inukimi does,” the pale woman’s voice was piercing and cold, despite the loving tone she used, “it is in regards to the ningen-miko you have brought here-”

Before she could continue, Sesshoumaru was on his feet snarling, eyes turning red, “Kagome belongs to this Sesshoumaru!”

The Lady of the West sighed in disappointment.  What a bother...

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zabuton - japanese sitting pillows

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So, I started this chapter yesterday night, but fell asleep soon after writing the poem/haikus.  I love poems, but they are a pain to write!  Kudos to all poets everywhere for their awesome skills in being poetic! (cause I'm not!) By the way, the ones I wrote for Snow Pearl took me quite a while to write too... which reminds me... I should probably put the next verse up soon... *looks away*  Well! I hope you enjoyed this! I promise you this story is getting somewhere!

Just a question though, I know Rumiko Takahashi didn't give Sesshy's mom a name, but I read somewhere that fans named her Inukimi.  How did THAT come about? Anyone know?  Oh well...

Till the next one! Mata ne!