Worth the View by SunsetMiko

Worth the View

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Inuyasha & co. belong to the illustrious Rumiko Takahashi.  I do not profit from these fics.

Worth the View by SunsetMiko [Drabble #56] – Dokuga_Contest on LiveJournal

Theme: stairs

Genre: General

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestion

Word Count: 400

Summary: Sometimes doing things that are out of character are worth it.

Going into a human village was not something he would usually do, let alone climbing the stairs to enter a shrine, but he was doing just that and of his own free will. He had his reasons of course.

The damn miko of his brother’s pack had done something to his mind in the short time they’d traveled together and he had no idea how she’d managed it. Now he couldn’t get her out of his head, couldn’t shake her scent from his nose, and couldn’t forget her soft, musical voice that still echoed in his ears.

He’d tried to simply walk away, to leave her presence in hopes of her presence leaving his mind, but he, the great and powerful Sesshoumaru, was a failure. His curiosity was too great, the draw of her too strong for even him to fight against. She had him and yet she seemed blissfully unaware of the fact.

And so he followed her still, under the guise of joining in the quest against Naraku. Yes, the foolish dark hanyou deserved to die and yes, Sesshoumaru would be the one to kill him in the end, but no, that was not why he was there.

He was there to watch how her hips swayed as she walked, to listen to her sometimes strange way of speaking, to breathe in her sweet scent and commit to memory every subtle nuance, and to try and understand his growing obsession with her. He wanted to know everything about her: how she’d become so educated as a woman in his time, where she disappeared to for days at a time when she went ‘home’, where this elusive home of hers was, and more.

Most importantly, at least at the moment, he wanted to know just what she had hiding under that tiny little swatch of indecent fabric she called a skirt. Her scent had been growing even sweeter over the last few days, making his quest for knowledge of her narrow into a quest to know her, in a much less mental and much more physical sense than before.

And so he followed her into the human village her pack rested at, shadowing her as she climbed the steep staircase. He slowed his pace, now a few steps behind and below her, and looked up. A smirk pulled at his lips at the sight. It was well worth it.