An Off-White Christmas by UnknownRandomness

Revenge Leads To More Revenge

A/N: Since I am a through-and-through Brit, I am going to refer to the prompt as a "jumper" here, because I just can't get used to the word "sweater". Hope this doesn't confuse anyone. I also hope that you like this chapter... review?

Prompt: Sweaters

Word Count: 505

"I've apologised hundreds of times already! What more do you want me to do?!"

Kagome's exasperated voice grated on the youkai's fraying nerves, sparking his sardonic response,

"How about providing me with a new pair of eardrums to replace the ones you shredded?" 

His mate rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she knew that his anger was justified. Sesshoumaru scowled at her from his horizontal position.

After the horrific assault on his ears yesterday, he hadn't been able to step out of bed when he woke up this morning, being too unbalanced and nauseous from the damage inflicted on his extremely sensitive hearing. Being bed-ridden was not on his agenda and Kagome wasn't even trying to understand his pain; insisting that she treat him to a festive item in order to "cheer Mr. Grumpy-Pants up". Why could she not comprehend that he did not enjoy Christmas?!

The woman's eyes adopted a manic glint as something occurred to her.

"Oh, Sesshoumaru, this is perfect! Now that you're home and unoccupied, I can show you everything that's great about this holiday! Okay, I'm going to go out for a bit, so prepare yourself for an absolutely brilliant display when I return!" The bustling miko quickly collected a few necessities from one of her many jackets in the wardrobe, before skipping over to the inuyoukai's prone form and placing a sweet kiss on the crescent moon adorning his forehead. With a wave and an enthusiastic grin, she was gone. 

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes in resignation, wondering what had happened to the woman he loved. Normally, they were like two peas in a pod, but this stupid season had infected her with gusto, a terrifying willingness to inflict pain, a something that didn't bode well for him. Strains of the many carols he had been subjected to floated through his mind and the demon felt his toes curl. He would be avenged. But what could he do? That wasn't a question that would normally be found in his head, but if he reciprocated in kind with something Christmas-y, she would love it to pieces- which rather defeated the purpose of revenge.

Sitting up with a groan, the injured male grinned evilly as his eyes immediately picked the perfect target.

Kagome loved, absolutely adored jumpers with winter-inspired patterns; zig-zags, miniature deer, Santa Claus's, cutesy animals, those items of clothing with the kind of design that were (thankfully) socially unacceptable at any other time of year. That kind of obnoxious thing often tended to have various bright colours that were prone to fading and spreading if exposed to the wrong wash cycle. Really, they were surprisingly delicate... He wondered how they would look after travelling through a puddle of his acid.

The pile of jumpers on top of the wash-basket seemed to shudder. Sesshoumaru's grin widened. Destroying them would not only offend his mate, but it would demonstrate his hatred of the annual event and bring him great satisfaction.

He cracked his knuckles, relishing in the sound of their impending demise.