You're What? Possessed!
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns InuYasha and all rights. Viz, Sunrise, TBS and Shogagukan own media rights. Possessed owns rights to her birthday and herself. La-Z-Boy owns rights to some very wonderful chairs. I own no rights in conjunction with anything listed above. I own the right to remain silent, which I often chose not to. I also own the right to wish Possessed a Happy Birthday. No money, barter or services were rendered or will be rendered for this story. Please enjoy the free fanfic child of my imagination. -TK
Sesshoumaru looked over the top of his platinum rimmed glasses as his lover, mate, wife, whatever she wanted to be called today squealed in glee. Rustling the sports section of his paper, he pretended to ignore her outburst while secretly waiting in anticipation to hear the news. He heard muffled giggling and the ever annoying clickety-click of the keyboard as Kagome ‘penned' something on the computer. He felt the very tips of his ears get hot as the irritation of not knowing why the wench was so excited grew stronger. "Woman, you are annoying. Cease and desist this instant." He bent the corner down on the edge of his paper and glared at the back of her head waiting on the response. Getting none, he pretended indifference and read the same six sentences about Favre's latest retirement hi-jinx for the fifth, sixth and seventh time.
Kagome smiled secretly, knowing she was driving her husband, mate, demon, wild lover, companion, whatever he secretly wanted to be called today, crazy. The opportunity was too good to be true. The paper rustled for a third time and she heard the unmistakable thump of the footrest part of his La-Z-Boy lounger going back into the chair as he prepared to stand. He was stealthy as he walked across the carpeted floor of their condo, she'd give him that; but she'd been living with him longer than most countries had been around and she recognized the quiet slightly off shuffle of his gait. She hated why he had a slight limp, a result of an almost life-ending injury he sustained just after they had mated; but it did help her to always know when he was around.
"What is your problem?"
She shrugged. "Possessed."
"You're possessed?" Sesshoumaru didn't take a statement like that lightly, especially coming from his ex-miko wife.
"Yes, my Possessed." She gently bit her cheek to keep from laughing, knowing he misunderstood.
"You're possessed? When did it happen?"
She intently stared at the screen. "At midnight, apparently. The actual time is not really known."
Sesshoumaru was beginning to feel the characteristic ache in the back of his head he got while trying to fix some horrible situation his wife had managed to land herself in. "Is there any way I can help?" Usually her possessions were rare and easily reversible.
Kagome shifted her head to the side for a moment, thinking. "Yes, actually, I think there is."
"Hn." He crossed his arms over his chest, the ecru wool of his sweater not looking bunchy like it would on most men. Kagome could see his reflection in the picture frame of the two of them at Stonehenge.
"It is going to be strange and unusual."
"Isn't it normally?" Sighing he leaned up against his mate, waiting to hear the details.
"It involves cross-dressing."
Sesshoumaru blinked slowly, not quite comprehending. "What?"
"What as in ‘I didn't hear you' or what as in ‘I'm sure I didn't hear you correctly.'" Again she took a deep breath to hold her laughter in.
Sesshoumaru was sure she was possessed at this point. Kagome was not normally this dense. Fluffy-headed sometimes, sure, but not normally fog on a warm wet night dense. "Repeat what you said." There, that was clear enough.
"I said that it would involve cross dressing." She dropped her shoulders slightly. "Never mind, I knew you would not be willing."
"For this, I will."
Kagome turned and looked at him. "Really?"
"Is it guaranteed to work?"
"Possessed or not, this trick will always work."
Sesshoumaru shook his head slightly, he must be crazy, or in love. "Fine. Tell me, in detail, what I need to do."
Forty minutes later, Sesshoumaru ran the doorbell to a residence he personally would not have looked twice at. It took a minute for the light to snap on then a fairly robust voice inside spoke. "Who is there?"
Sesshoumaru was sure he was crazy as he spoke next. "Fluffy-sama."
"Who?" The voice was closer and he could tell it was feminine by the pitch.
"Er, Fluffy-sama." He cleared his throat. "Possessed spirits a soul of happiness too new. I wish you a birthday Boo. Mokomoko-sama greets you in the moonlight, Kimono and braided hair are solely for you."
Suddenly the thick wooden door swung open and a robed figure stood in the dark behind the glass storm door. He saw the figure suddenly put hands to face and giggle, then laugh, then shriek. "Oh my, it's really you! In a pink Kimono, and with Mokomoko-sama on your shoulder!" She turning and disappeared. "If you leave, I will not forget."
Sesshoumaru growled lightly. Great, if he left now, Kagome would never get rid of her possession. Suddenly a bright light blinded him and he gently touched the glass, expecting it to attack him. When he realized it was a camera, he backed up, almost falling off the step. "Spirit, depart!"
Possessed smiled and took a few more just for good measure. "Thank you. Tell Kagome she is free..." The tall man was gone before she could finish "to visit whenever she is in town." Turning, she secured her very nice, but substandard according to the demon lord's snooty standards, premises and hurried to post the pics on her LJ site before he could get home. It had been the bestest of birthday presents, one of many for the day, and she wanted to share with her friends.
As Sesshoumaru arrived home, he was greeted with a very enthusiastic wife. Glad that the possession was over, he embraced her back and prepared to finish the evening with a ferocious round of pinochle, or whatever else two people could find to do with a flat surface. As he carried her out of the room, he was stopped in his tracks by her innocent inquiry.
"So, what did you think?"
"Of what?"
"Of Possessed?"
"You're possessed, again?"
"Yes, my Possessed; but you've only met her once, how could it be again?"
Sesshoumaru slowly lowered her to the floor, a nasty suspicion beginning to grow in his brain. "You were possessed by a demon today. I dressed up, recited some ridiculously foolish poem to get rid of the spirit, then came home, correct?"
Kagome frowned, looking totally innocent in her confusion. It was a trick she had perfected over the last several hundred years. "No. Today was Possessed's Birthday. You agreed to help so I could provide her with her birthday wish, the gift of you in either your normal feudal era attire or dressed to match the chat challenge, visiting her home to wish her a happy birthday." She pouted as he continued to stand still. "Was I not clear?"
The growl started low and vibrated the entire room before it was done. "Run!"
Knowing her mate was quick to get over her escapades, but dangerous when in the midst of his rage, she did exactly that, making it almost to the door of the bedroom before he knocked her off her feet and started nibbling on her. After several rounds of excitable one-in-one time, she laid her head on his shoulder and smiled. "Thanks for making my friend's birthday."
Resigned, since he should have learned his lesson after Nobody's birthday, he sighed. "You're welcome. Warn me ahead of time next year and I might be able to grant Possessed that other request."
A/N: Happy Birthday Possessed!
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