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Summary: Kagome doesn’t know how she ended up in the Sengoku period, why everyone keeps calling her Kikyo, or who Lord Sesshomaru is but she certainly didn’t agree to marry him. (A SessKag canon-era arranged marriage AU)
Chpt. 7 Excerpt
“This is your suite.”
Kagome looked at the room they had stopped in front of. The door was open, giving her a view of the interior. It wasn’t as large as the main room in Sesshomaru’s private chambers, but it was still bigger than her bedroom at home. She noted the windows opening out to the guest courtyard and the dark wood furnishings. At the center of the room was a table set with a reed mat to keep the porcelain teapot from marking the wood.
Mama always said that a good cup of tea could fix anything. Kagome hoped that silly superstition was true. She desperately wanted a cure-all. And some tea did sound nice.
Kagome started to head inside, only remembering her escort when he dropped her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Sesshomaru. “Thank you.”
“I will see you at dinner.”
“Okay.”
He took a step forward and leaned in. “We will finish our conversation later.”
Kagome felt her face burn. She wanted to blame her reaction on agitation but this close to him, it was impossible to deny how attractive he was. The sharp, angular contours of his face were highlighted by his markings. His skin was smooth and pale like the moon on his forehead. The metallic color of his eyes was hypnotizing. For a split second, Kagome forgot how angry she was. Her head had become clouded by his proximity.
“Lady Kagome, Lord Sesshomaru.”
Kagome jolted, startled from her thoughts by the handmaiden’s entrance. She hadn’t known anyone else was in the suite. She hoped the attendant hadn’t noticed her blush.
“My lady, I have prepared your bath.”
She nodded, grateful for an excuse to escape those golden eyes that were fixed upon her face.
Read on A03 | Dokuga | FFnet
A birthday fic for the lovely @mrfeenysmustache! Hope you have a wonderful day full of treats and fluff.
Summary: Sometimes, the simplest actions speak the loudest.
Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.
Inspiration: Technology Will Never Replace Love Commercial
Sneak Peak
Kagome stifled her laughter. “She’s barely six months old. Give it time.” Giving him another kiss, she did a quick inventory, then slipped out the door, Sesshoumaru shifting anxiously in the foyer.
He hadn’t been kidding when he said Umeko didn’t like him; the pup would wail any time Kagome brought her close. None of his other children were as vocal in their displeasure of being separated from their mother as her, Sesshoumaru equating it to the time spent together in the hospital.
Eying the floor, he padded softly to his office, avoiding any tile that might alert Umeko to his presence. Hopefully she would sleep until Kagome returned and be none the wiser.
His silent pleas lasted a full 57 minutes before the telltale cries sounded from their bedroom. Sesshoumaru immediately called his mate.
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collection of rough shukitas/yusukes from tweeter
A study in dedication
Sesshomaru here delivering third degree burns.
Then he pulls this:
As someone who's generally apathetic to Sesshomaru as a character, even I have to admit that's a pretty sweet battle face.
Soulmate AU + Pregnancy Fic (Sesskagu)
Though her time in existence has been short, Kagura is aware that humans and demons believe in soulmates.
She is also aware that she does not have one.
At the horrible moment where she was rooted to the spot, watching Muso come to his end, Naraku had proven that.
"That woman!" The incarnation had wailed and gnashed his teeth. "Kikyo - is she my - "
"Pathetic," Naraku jeered, as the screaming incarnation melded back into his flesh, "Just a lump of useless flesh and desire isn't enough. You'd need a soul of your own, first."
Because she tries not to think of that incident, Kagura doesn't think much of soulmates either.
-
"Lord Sesshomaru," Rin says, for the millionth time since they left Mount Hakurei, and he wonders what questions his surrogate daughter could possibly have left that neither he nor Jaken have answered. "That man with the purple tears was talking about soulmates. Do I have one?"
Why that damn assassin would speak of such things to a child is absurd. As he usually does with the questions he does not feel like answering, Lord Sesshomaru simply acts like he doesn't hear her.
"What happens when I meet my soulmate? How will I know?"
"Shut up, you stupid girl!" Jaken shrieks, even as he keeps glancing behind to check Rin has not been stolen from them again. "Lord Sesshomaru wouldn't know the answers to your silly questions, since he does not have - "
A sharp click of his jaw, and the kappa flings himself to the ground in reproach.
-
He'd asked similar questions, one time before.
His mother had replied matter-of-factly, that meeting their soulmate would leave a permanent sign on the person.
"Like a wound?" He said, and she cut him off with sharp noise.
"Something gained, not lost."
But other than his demon marks, and the tattoo of his family line, there is nothing Sesshomaru gains from dealing with others.
It doesn't matter to him, and thus he does not ruminate on it often.
-
The world turns darker, as Naraku claws more and more power from the half-made jewel. Kagura crosses paths again and again with the demon Lord of the West, and no matter what she does - call him a coward, kidnap his human pet, throw blades of wind so strong it must leave his lungs aching for hours afterwards - Sesshomaru never puts an end to her life.
It's as good a reason as any, when her master finally falls to the combination of the priestess' arrow and the hanyou's sword, to stick around.
Sesshomaru's lonely, anyway. Ah-Un stays with Rin and Rin stays in the village, after finding the mark on her back in the same spot where Kohaku's jewel shard left a scar on his own. Jaken is company but not good company.
Only Kagura, of all of Naraku's incarnations, remains.
What do you think keeps you alive, Kagome asks her once, curiously and not at all suspicious. Kagura thinks of miasma-stained flowers and gold eyes full of understanding, and does not have an answer.
She thinks she might know, once, when Sesshomaru's mouth brushes against her in the dark. But it's not something she would ever consider in the light.
-
Now, it's the tenth month after her life truly began. And instead of being somewhere interesting, Kagura's sitting in the freezing cold hut of a river-spirit midwife.
She ate less than an hour ago, and she's hungry again. Despite not caring much for meat in the entirety of her short life, all she wants is some kind of bloody flesh to sink her teeth into. Sesshomaru barely has to look in her direction before she's ready to rip his head off.
"Congratulations," the spirit simpers. And despite it all, Kagura's chattering teeth bare in a smile.
-
"Walking is boring," she snaps, tossing a gust of wind into the nearest tree. Sesshomaru doesn't react to the litany of cracking branches; as usual, his attention is entirely focused on her.
The mother of his child, Jaken says, sounding jealous and like he is mocking her at the same time. I suppose we won't be getting rid of you now.
"Regular exercise ensures your health," he says, reciting the words as though they came out of that stupid little scroll that the inane monk from Rin's village whipped out as soon as he'd heard. "And lounging about all day will merely make you restless."
"Whatever." She shreds another tree just for the sake of it. Despite what he thinks, Kagura would love to lounge for the next four months - eating whatever is at hand, wrapping herself in soft blankets, and gossiping. And Sesshomaru could just sit in the corner and watch her; it's all that seems to carry his interest these days.
Not that she's complaining. It's just weird, is all.
"You are not feeling ill," he says, making it sound more like a certainty thanks to his insistence that she walk regularly, rather than a question. Kagura sighs as dramatically as she can and mutters, "No."
She's lucky in that way, it seems. The priestess that she guesses would be considered her sister-in-law, in some manner of human custom, spent almost her entire pregnancy as sick as a dog. (A joke that was sadly unappreciated by everyone Kagura told.) Her half-demon husband had been beside himself with worry, and Kagura is fairly certain that Sesshomaru gets a smug sense of superiority that this is not the case for her.
Kagome's soulmate marks are on both arms, where someone's claws might dig in; and Inuyasha's is a line around the back his neck, as though a string tied around it was yanked quite hard. Kagura thinks about it often, even though it's not like it has anything to do with her.
Even though she shouldn't care.
"I want to go to the mountains to see the snow," she says. Sesshomaru's mouth firms into a thin line. Above them, birds screech in warning as more branches fall apart; Kagura starts to scream back, but holds her tongue fast between her teeth.
"Very well."
She grins wide. Sesshomaru's expression softens - so little a change that anyone who doesn't know him well would never notice - and she rewards him by pulling his arm to rest warm against her abdomen.
"I think they'll like the cold," she says cheerfully. "See, they're kicking because they're so excited."
Sesshomaru shifts his hand a bit, chasing the baby's movement. Fondness for the both of them hits her like a weapon's strike; soulmates aren't that interesting, anyway, she thinks, watching lines of amusement form around his eyes. I'd still choose you even if I had one.
-
Jaken can't say for sure that neither of them are aware. He only knows what he thinks, and what he believes neither Lord Sesshomaru or the stupid wind witch Kagura would bother to think.
For example, Totosai himself said that Lord Sesshomaru's heart was changed, by compassion for another. Why his Lord would have been affected so by someone as annoying as Kagura, rather than a faithful and eternally loyal companion, is a mystery. But the point remains, nonetheless.
Kagura, as well, still walks around making a problem out of everything despite the fact her master and creator is long dead and gone. Though Jaken doesn't have the nerve to ask Lord Sesshomaru if there is an actual heart in the witch's chest at this particular point in time (they're all much too focused on the baby and its associated organs instead) it certainly makes sense. Where else would she be keeping it?!
In summary: while it is rare for humans, due to their incredibly fragile bodies, Jaken knows of many demons whose soulmate marks don't show on the outside. Who would want to advertise such weakness to all of one's enemies?!
He considers bringing it up only a single moment. The mood was perfect - a gorgeous sunny backdrop, his Lord maintaining a neutral attitude, and Kagura hadn't dragged her sorry behind back from her lollygagging trip yet. Jaken had cleared his throat, readied himself to be recognized for his brilliance, and - was interrupted by the stupid wind witch's return, plus the announcement that she was carrying his Lord’s heir. A new little soul, housed in her body until it was ready.
I don't see why you shouldn't be glad to hear about it, she'd said with a huge, foolish smile. But if that is the case, then I'll keep it for myself.
You always say pointless things, Lord Sesshomaru had said back, before reaching for her in a manner that always sent Jaken fleeing the room.
Bah! Even recalling it annoys him. Let them figure it out for themselves, after all.
There's too much else to do before the baby comes.
Sesskagu 5 + 69. Whacky Restaurant shenanigans ensues with Hostess Kagura and Restaurant Manager Sess.
Flirting Under Fire + Bar/Restaurant AU
"I'm not gonna make it. They just...keep coming."
"Come on. This isn't half as bad as New Year's - remember New Year's? The double soba special?"
"If I didn't have to pay Mama's medical bills I would have quit over that one. What a - "
Kagura pressed the stack of menus together one hand and rapped the edges hard against the host stand. The two waitresses standing by the kitchen door nearly jumped into each other's arms.
"Oi." She jerked her head towards the dining room, swollen with chattering customers of all ages. "Pipe down. They'll hear you and it'll be all our tips that suffer."
The waitress with the ponytail had the sense to look sheepish; unfortunately, the warning didn't seem to matter to the one with the green skirt ("It's definitely black," she'd promised Kagura at the beginning of their shift, "it just looks weird in the light", but Kagura wasn't an idiot and that shit was dark green as the day was long).
Scrubbed-raw hands landing on her hips, she grinned as though they were friends and said, "You're one to talk - it says no dangly earrings in the dress code, doesn't it?"
Of the amount of daily exercise she got every day, whatever wasn't from walking thirty thousand steps around the stupid restaurant had to be from Kagura rolling her eyes. Before she could retort, the tiny waitress-in-training broke through the crowd to half-collapse on Kagura's hostess stand.
"They ordered spicy tonkatsu ramen but all we have is regular, why does it say we have spicy ramen on the menu if we don't serve it spicy?!"
"Because our manager is insane," Kagura wanted to say.
"Which table is it," was, unfortunately, what she actually had to say.
The girl's bottom lip wobbled, as she struggled to recall the seating chart. Before Kagura could snap on her, Little Miss Green Skirt reached over to pat her arms protectively.
"It's okay, Kagura carries chili oil in her purse. Then she tells the customers they didn't specify the level of spice for the kitchens."
"But," the girl mumbled, "isn't the customer always - "
"Just let me handle it," Kagura grumbled, resorting to scanning the dining room herself for a disgruntled face. She'd been here almost eight years, and she'd never cried like a baby in the middle of a shift.
What kind of weak-willed people was he hiring these days?
-
Despite the fact she worked the front and her manager always entered through the back kitchen entrance, Kagura knew the exact moment he came in. The waitresses all but disappeared from her area of the restaurant, instead lingering around tables with already-full glasses of water and half-eaten plates. Oh, did you need anything? Salt, soy sauce? You're absolutely sure?
It wasn't even because they wanted to impress the boss. No, it was solely so that when he came out of the kitchen, dressed far-too-primly for the heat and frowning about something, Kagura was able to intercept him easily.
Five, four, three, two.
"I ordered yawamen and barikata noodles and had the weekend shift stock them two days ago. The chefs are using only the futsu."
If this had been years ago, when she'd only worked five days instead of the full seven and thought hostess meant she only did the hostess tasks, then Kagura would find him intimidating. But as the years went by, and she realized that Sesshomaru had even less of a clue how to be a person than he did in running a restaurant, all fear of losing her job if she challenged him had vanished.
"I'm not changing a damn thing until you get the menus reprinted."
Gold eyes narrowed, shifted to land on the jade jewels hanging from her ears, then back to her own annoyed gaze. "You have no authority to instruct the chefs to ignore ingredients."
"It's not like they'll go bad."
"Are the waitresses too simple-minded to add 'you may now choose your own noodles' to their explanation of the ramen dishes?"
"You're the one hiring them, how would I know? If you want to know about the waitresses then don't ask a hostess."
"You were a waitress for five years before, if you recall, I removed you from that position."
"And now I make two dollars less an hour. Thanks, boss."
"You could have made nothing if I hadn't convinced him not to call the police."
"He touched me first, so he had it coming."
"I don't disagree."
"Then do me one more favor." Stepping forward, she placed a hand flat on his chest and pushed, knowing he would resist falling back even an inch. "Take the spicy ramen thing off the menu."
His jaw twitched; he was staring at her earrings again. Kagura had been around long enough to know why the stupid 'studs only' rule had come about - she'd had to duck under the hostess stand to muffle her laughter after seeing a customer look up from their bowl with a hoop earring stuck around their tongue.
To this day, none of the waitresses would admit which one it had been, even though they'd all seen Tsugumi crying in the staff bathroom. Not even Kagura.
Sesshomaru hated that.
"If you get the menu reprinted," she said, letting her hand fall back to her side, "then you can just put the noodle options above the ramen section anyway."
He thought, looked away, and sighed. Success.
"It will take at least a week."
"Good news - dry goods keep for much longer than that." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several tables near the big windows (the newbie's section) empty. Turning on her heel, she reached for the seating chart to go explain it to the girl once again.
Sesshomaru's hand slipped around her elbow, holding her in place.
"You are violating the dress code."
"I am?" Fluttering her eyelashes in mock confusion, she gestured to her black skirt. "It was the right color in my bedroom's lighting."
"Long earrings aren't allowed. Simply remove them until the end of your shift."
"My hands are full." She grabbed a stack of menus plus the seating chart to make it true. "Help me out?"
He glanced over her shoulder at the dining room; but Kagura knew, between the busy dinner rush and the fact hardly any of the staff could tolerate him, no one would bother to look their way.
A resigned noise came from the back of his throat. Kagura hummed in response, trying to appear casual, as his fingers went to her piercings.
Easy.
A few of the beads had tangled in the hairs fallen from her bun; the side of his hand brushed her neck as he attempted to free it without tugging too hard. Warmth bubbled in her chest as the chaos of the restaurant around them faded away.
For moments like these, Kagura knew she'd stick around this stupid place forever.
"There." He held the earrings in the palm of his hand, thrust towards her awkwardly.
She shook her head, already missing the weight of the beads. "No pockets. Just give them back to me when my shift's over."
Sesshomaru nodded stiffly. For a moment, he looked almost as though the softness of the moment hadn't escaped him, either. But that couldn't be right; her boss' main trait was to be clueless, about anything that actually mattered.
Crash.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!"
Sesshomaru's eyes snapped away. Kagura's teeth met in a sharp grit, as she turned around.
Well, that skirt definitely wasn't green now.
Sesshomaru unnecessarily punching Inuyasha: a series
Y’ALL. . . Totosai asks Sesshomaru to think about what changed in his beggared soul and he immediately thinks of Kagura. I’m w e e p i n g.
And if that's not enough of an emotional sock to the gut. . .
. . .
The wind flows up around him like Kagura's spirit is trying to comfort him or something, don't touch me—
new year, new art. Happy 2022.
He Stepped down, trying not to look at her, as if she were the sun,yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking“-Leo Tolstoy SessKag Advent Calendar Day 17@sesskagevents
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
He watched her as she rummaged through her God awful yellow satchel, as the kit hid his eyes waiting for her to finish her surprise. She pulled out an odd jacket of sorts that resembled a pelt, but was not. And then again, as she donned a pair of ears clearly not her own.
He approached quietly as the woman fell silent and even stilled. After a moment he froze, seeing her reflection in her hand.
His hand reached forward tilting her head back to see her clearer, his finger gently pressing on her now crimson lips.
Clearly startled, doe like blue eyes clashed to his sun like gaze. She blinked a few times, "Sesshomaru...?"
His eyes slowly roamed her face, not accustomed to this look. His eyes narrowed a bit confused, "Woman."
"Eh," she quirked confused, "Do you not like tigers now?" His eyes snap back to hers, "Happy New Year?" His fingers still set across her lips, "What I can't have stripes too?"
He leaned to whisper against the crown of her head, a wicked grin ebbing across his features, "This one can show you stripes."
Shippo made a loud dramatic gagging sound, clearly done with that last remark, "GROSS!"
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