An Off-White Christmas by UnknownRandomness

Secret Meetings Lead To Surprise Attacks

A/N: Let us all agree that Sesshoumaru in a smart business suit would be an amazing sight to behold. Please leave a review!

Prompt: Ribbon

Word Count: 380

Sesshoumaru stared at his suit, incredibly concerned that it was not the same as how he had left it last night. 

The inu was not a male of spontaneity- he liked to plan what he would do ahead of time, particularly if it involved his colleagues, thus; he always decided what outfit he would wear to work the next day the night before. After all, presentation was a key facet in achieving success- and Sesshoumaru endeavoured to always be the most successful in everything.

But there was a little problem with his hand tailored, slim-fit, dark navy, three-piece suit chosen for today. And that problem was sown into the lapels and cuffs with amazingly neat stitching that did not belong to his mate, but the choice of pattern was undeniably her doing.

A garish, obnoxiously happy motif of indentical fat and smiling men dressed in red glared out at him from the cheap ribbon attached to his fine clothing. The obese men were accompanied by the words "Santa wishes you a Merry Christmas!" and lots of miniature snowflakes, all over the thin strip of alien material.

It was truly a pity that the love of his life was not currently at home, because the demon could feel his sanity slowly being torn to shreds with every single "Santa wishes you a Merry Christmas!" that passed under his slitted gaze. Restraining the urge to howl, Sesshoumaru ripped the offending ribbon from his suit, wincing as the unique cloth of his favourite three-piece tore. There would be hell to pay for this sacrilege. How dare she put something so perverse on an object of such beauty!

Melting the tacky fabric within a clenched fist, the daiyoukai reached forward with his other hand and opened the wardrobe, resigned to retrieving another one of his many work suits, only to sneeze very loudly as he was assaulted by a bucketful of glitter. Sesshoumaru blinked incredulously. Not only had his best suit been ruined, but he had been completely covered from the top of his head to to the tips of his clawed toes in a horrifically shiny substance that would take hours to remove from his long hair.  

That.

Was.

It.

Eyes rimming red, the demon made a vow. Kagome was going to pay.