Dokuga - A Sesshoumaru and Kagome Fansite
Dangerous Dance by Lady Nefertiti (Rated MA)
Day 1: Carnation for chapter 134
Day 2: Iris for chapter 135

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Dokuga - A Sesshoumaru and Kagome Fansite
Dangerous Dance by Lady Nefertiti (Rated MA)
Day 1: Carnation for chapter 134
Day 2: Iris for chapter 135
Sesskag Week: Day Two
Ghost of Recognition
Sesskag Week 2019 | Iris: Good news, glad tidings, loyalty
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How much time had passed since the end of Naraku’s mayhem? Sesshomaru did not know. As he approached the village, he cast a wary glance in the direction of the Bone Eater’s well. He wondered if he should check on it today. Make sure it was still intact and there. Make sure that she had not returned yet.
When the final battle had ceased and the priestess Kagome had disappeared with its stop, the small bit of hope for them that he nurtured then perished. Foolish. He had been so foolish to follow his father’s footsteps in loyalty to a human woman. He had tried. Enjoyed it even. Had noted the almost invisible freckles on her light skin, the slight curl of her inky locks—the lively dazzle in her eyes. Sesshomaru had observed, wanted, desired, and reached to touch every detail only to lose her in a flash of a second. He the great conqueror and ruler of this territory, he the magnificent daiyoukai, Sesshomaru. Yet he couldn’t even hold onto the hand of the woman he wished for. If he could not do what he wanted with all the power he had accumulated, then he wondered what the point was. It was his lust for his father’s heirlooms all over again. Except this time, Kagome was truly out of his grasp.
“My lord!”
Sesshomaru’s hearing picked up, and he caught scent of Rin before he could see her. His nostrils flared and he caught the trace of another foreign smell. It was drenched in a stench so strong he almost didn’t recognize the trace. But that faint wisp, that ghost of recognition squeezed his heart.
He met Rin at the crest of the hill.
His little ward babbled excitedly. “Good news, lord Sesshomaru! Lady Kagome has returned; lord Inuyasha went to greet her with the others. Rin came to get you!”
“Hn.” He nodded and pat her head. Forcing himself to keep his footsteps even and slow, he sauntered behind the little girl, determined to keep his expression set. Patience, he told himself with fading resolve. You’ve been patient for oh so long already. Be dignified and sane when you meet her.
The fantastic stink of flowers nipped his nose and the tempo of his pulse stuck in his throat. Had anyone known the mighty lord Sesshomaru to dither so nervously like this, then he would have lost face. But no one could know—should know. But as he and Rin moved closer to the center of the plaza, and he caught a glimpse of such a familiar figure—he sped up until he stood before her. His golden gaze just as wide as hers, and their glances equally incredulous. She wore an odd pink garment and a short blue skirt. In her hands was a single terra cotta pot with a single long-stalked flower. In his opinion, it was hideous. He hated how the folded petals nearly blocked her face, hated how the pungent smell nearly drove away her scent. He wanted to extend his hand and make sure she really was standing there in front of him.
Was Kagome really standing right there?
“Shit, just hog her up would you?” Inuyasha scoffed, his tone full of distaste and bewilderment.
Sesshomaru ignored him. “And what sort of flower have you brought me this time, little miko?” He murmured.
“An iris.” Kagome’s eyelashes flitted and there was a smile upturning those lovely lips of hers.
He took the pot away from her. “What does such a blossom mean?”
She hesitated, twisting her hands in one another, before she answered him with confidence. “Glad tidings.”
Sesshomaru nearly dropped the potted plant in his hurry to set it down before he scooped the young woman into his arms and up against his chest. She laughed radiantly, her soft hands cupping his cheeks as she leaned down to brush her nose against his. Glad tidings indeed, he chuffed. His nose grazed against the apple of her cheek and he relished each unique aroma that made up the comforting presence of this human in his embrace. She uttered his name before meeting his gaze with sharp and sure eyes; and yet she gave him the shiest peck against the corner of his mouth.
He would have laughed at the contrast if they hadn’t the audience they did. Instead, Sesshomaru pressed his lips against hers, his fangs and tongue running along the smooth supple flesh of her bottom lip before he delved into a deeper kiss—assuring himself with every taste and caress that she was there to stay.
The Affect (SKW2019d2)
Prompt: Iris - Good news, glad tidings, loyalty + Humor
Modern AU. 1,585 Words.
This story is a sequel to my earlier one shot The Errand!
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Sesshoumaru stared at the retreating form of Miss Higurashi until Rin's cheerful, slightly hoarse voice brought him back to the present.
"Pretty lady," she declared.
Sesshoumaru tightened his grip, cradling Rin closer to his body and pulled the door shut.
"I suppose she is," he intoned, distracted as he headed back to the kitchen and the rice porridge he was cooking for Rin.
He had not really thought about Miss Higurashi's appearance or attractiveness before – there was no room at the workplace for such unprofessional thoughts.
Besides, he highly admired and respected Miss Higurashi. She was very good at her job, always had a friendly smile at the ready and – as she had demonstrated today by coming all the way to his house to collect his seal on the document – her work ethic was commendable.
Seeing her appear on his doorstep and stand in his kitchen had been a little startling, though.
"Daddy's friend," Rin continued.
"That's right. "
That's what he'd told Rin earlier, before Miss Higurashi arrived.
"Can pretty lady come play?"
"No, Rin. Miss Higurashi had to go back to work." He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. "And you, young lady, are ill."