The Heroic and Super-Duper Trials of a Girl and a Demon by UnknownRandomness

Feast

A/N: You know what would be really, really nice? Reviews. XP Here's the feast chapter! I originally wasn't going to do one, but Himura Asami's review got me thinking, and so I decided "what the heck! Give it a try." I apologise in advance- I cannot write drunk AT ALL and this chapter isn't particularly interesting.

Prompt: Scream (Week 22)

Word Count: 333

One would think that the young and vibrant Kagome Higurashi attracted trouble. That she had an absolutely astonishing ability to encounter unwanted attention. She certainly thought she did.

The beginning of the feast had been wonderful; she had been slowly winding through the sweet-smelling gardens as dusk fell, giving way to the glittering coat of the evening sky. A servant had politely called her in, explaining that all the other guests were ready to be seated. Blushing, Kagome had follwed the youkai, fiddling with the sleeves of her borrowed finery.

Her breath had escaped from her lungs at the sight of the beautiful guests, all youkai. A different servant led her to her designated spot, to the immediate left of the head. Some of the other guests whispered scornfully amongst themselves at the shame of allowing a ningen miko to be present at such an event, but the woman did not hear, focused as she was on being respectful. 

Lady Tashio and Sesshoumaru had entered slowly, the very picture of regal grace and lethal beauty. The latter took his place beside her and sat, everyone else immediately followed suit.

The food was marvellous! Many courses of delicious delicacies, succulent meats, ripe fruits and scrumptious desserts followed and Kagome would've been perfectly content to eat and then retire to her room. Unfortunately, a boar-youkai to her left engaged her in conversation. At first, it had been pleasant; Sesshoumaru obviously didn't want to talk, and it was nice to be able to chat with someone she didn't know. His name was Kenta, and he was a General in the Eastern army. He had many interesting tales to tell, which he did with great vivacity.

But as the sake kept pouring and the courses kept coming, Kenta became increasingly drunk and his compliments became increasingly pointed. Hearing her name, the lovely miko turned to her drunken neighbour and forced a smile.

"You... haaaaaafffff WONDERFUL hair! It'd look even better... against silk sheets."

Kagome wanted to scream.