Collection of Nonsense by Itsumademo
Prompt: Manners
Title: Feed me
Author: Itsumademo
Theme: Manners
Genre: General, Humor
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1017
Warnings: none
Summary: A pregnant Kagome makes a sneaky escape in search of food.
Peering a shifty glance around the corner, blue eyes jumping from side to side, Kagome allowed her nose to take a long wafting inhale of the scented air. Pink lips tugged into a grin.
Slowly she tiptoed her way around the edge and into the next hall, her feet bereft of her sandals as she intended absolute stealth. The only sound was the soft shift of fabric on polished wood floor as the heavy kimono layers followed along after her every movement.
Nose tracking down the luscious aroma of food, Kagome was almost too late in noticing the minute voices of servants in the adjacent corridor. She had already dealt with her fair share of unruly demon minions for the day, her mind which was currently set on eat mode was not pleased with the prospect of adding more to that list. Although, she had been quite amused by her choice of tactics, if worse came to worse she could always resort to that again.
Having been too caught up in her thoughts she missed her opportunity to hide from the pair and instead, with a determined panic, the woman thrust herself up against the wall in an effort to become a part of it.
Back pressed into the heavy screens, arms sprawled at her sides with ebony waves tangling amongst bunching silks, Kagome kept her attention resolutely set on a meager patch of light in the distance, her nearly full term belly extending into the pathway.
If she had been thinking like a rational human being, she would have surmised that all she need do was lightly acknowledge their existence before passing on her way. Instead Kagome had found herself distraught over the idea of being caught for her earlier actions as well as her current one, and so was now adhering staunchly to the fact that she was merely a wall ornament.
She was the wall. She was the wall.
Escaping her notice were the looks of absurd curiosity on the faces passing by, luckily each knew better than to enrage their mistress and continued on past the spectacle.
Once they had turned the corner, Kagome jumped back into action. The heavy, tantalizing smell of fresh meats and breads filling her to the brim, her mouth watered.
Since her pregnancy began she had been one lucky enough to go batty over the surge in hormone levels and had taken to periodically raiding the kitchens for something to sedate her ever growing hunger. Or would think up inane ways to wander the gardens in her great boredom—one of which included parts of a bush and a soon horror stricken Jaken. She would bite at servants and then sobbingly plea for forgiveness. She would spin in circles with giggling joy or mope around the halls like a dreadful haunt. Her most odd was that she had taken to acting overly dramatic about every little thing she did.
And in all the fuss Sesshoumaru had then taken it upon himself to have her watched twenty-four/seven. It was all she could to do slip away from his keen observance as well as the occasional spy.
Most recently, however, he had gone about changing the location of the kitchen every few weeks to keep her from finding and dismantling the place. But nevertheless she would manage to escape whenever the smell of food reached her room.
Although, today had proved rather difficult. She only hoped Sesshoumaru didn’t find out. Not that she had done anything terribly wrong, it was just rather…strange. A low giggle escaped her at the memory.
“What is so funny?”
The woman froze. Damn. Damn damn damn. How did he find her? She’d done so well hiding her way. GAH! She mentally sighed, it must have been those two servants that passed by her. Didn’t they know she was just part of the wall. Tch.
Kagome inclined her head, titling back to look up into the face of her mate. Her lips pouted at once upon meeting his stern glare.
“I do not repeat myself.” His voice rumbled into her back.
Sighing with a flippant wave of her hand, she mumbled, “Nothing is funny.”
“Hn. I find that highly improbable.”
Deciding now was a very good time to begin fussing with her sleeves, Kagome tried to ignore the silence he’d left her to fill.
“Then might I inquire something?”
Picking loose a stitch she hummed an approving “mmhmm.”
Teasing a lock of hair as he mused his topic, gold peering calmly down on the woman before him, he murmured against her forehead “Why, my dearest Kagome, are four of my vassals missing their eyebrows?”
She tensed at his inquiry.
Purposely avoiding his gaze she scrambled for a witty retort. “Perhaps they forgot where they put them?” Ugh, that was terrible.
A slender finger turned her face back up to his own, brow quirked familiarly upon his visage.
“Well?”
The woman huffed audibly. “Well, it’s not my fault if your servants have no manners. All I wanted to do was go for a snack and then have a short walk, but nooooooooooo,” she thrust her hands on her hips “they refused to let me leave at all!”
“Hn.” He eyed her incredulously.
“What!? It’s true!”
“They were instructed to attend to your needs, you were aggravating their job by attempting to slip out a window you couldn’t even fit through.”
She glared back before tossing a sheepish glance to the side. “Okay, maybe that happened. But still!”
Blue met gold as she plead. Taking a moment to trace his thumb along her puckered lips, he found himself breaking at her adorable expression.
Finally, the demon lord gave a weary sigh, his hands drawing up to rest on her arms. “What am I going to do with you?” His exhale rustled her long bangs.
The question was rhetorical and not actually for her, but that didn’t stop the quirky miko from answering. Small hands rose to cup the sides of his face, a beaming smile brightening her features.
“Feed me.” Her tone playful to his ears.
Eyeing her fondly, Sesshoumaru smirked.