Crayon Box by MomoDesu

Red - The Color of Passion

A/N: My first entry in the dokuga_contest spectrum challenge, for the colour 'red'.

Enjoy :)

-Momo

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Sesshoumaru stared at the oddly coloured wax sticks that the miko had called 'crayons'. Strange name, really. If it were up to him, they would be called coloured wax sticks. Quick, easy, and to the point. He really thought that they were a useless thing, those crayons, but the joy that the sticks brought Rin were enough for him to overlook their uselessness. His young ward had been sitting with the kitsune for most of the day, each rubbing the wax sticks over a thick paper, also provided by the miko, making colourful scenes and designs.

His reverie was broken when one of the wax sticks rolled off of the makeshift table and clattered to the floor, then rolled in his direction. With a light hand, he picked it up. Red. He took the crayon back to the table and gave it to Rin. Her smile filled him with warmth, though he didn't let it show on his face. He made a quick retreat to where he had been sitting.

"I think that color suits you quite well."

He looked up at the miko. "How so?" he asked.

Apparently taking this as an invitation, Kagome sat down next to him. "It symbolizes confidence, which you have in abundance, and courage."

"Really, now?" he replied, his eyes still locked on his ward and the kit.

Kagome nodded. "It can also represent life, which you can give."

"Could," he corrected. "You know the tale of Tensaiga as well as I."

"Could," she agreed. "She is the proof." She gestured to Rin, who was happily smiling and laughing with Shippou.

"Continue."

"It's a colour of danger."

"Do you think this Sesshoumaru is a danger to you?" He raised a silver eyebrow.

Kagome blushed furiously. "All the time."

"Rin, Shippou," he barked. "Go play outside."

The two children quickly packed their art supplies and gave them to Kagome on their way out the door.

"Red is also the colour of passion, my little miko." He didn't give her time to answer in favor of claiming her lips with his own. He ran a clawed hand through her black hair, lightly scratching her scalp.

Finally he pulled away, amused when she tried to follow his path to continue the kiss. "Any more observations, miko?"

"Will I get any more reactions like that?"

"Quite possibly."

Kagome popped open the top of the crayon box, then pulled out a crayon. "I'm nowhere near finished," she said, shooting him a naughty grin.