Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots...(part 2) by r0o by sugar0o who lurks

Tramp - Romance/Fanart Based

An:Written for this pic: http://www.dokuga.com/gallery?func=detail&id=6020, submitted for Skye's Weekly challenge: History as well.

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‘Of all the clubs, in all the towns, he had to walk into mine,’ she thought as she eyed the silver haired male who’s solar lit lamps devoured her every move on stage like a starving dog. Kagome knew the saying was cliché but it was more then a bit ironic that he would find her, here of all places. She had gone out of her way to forget the past, forget being a miko, forget the shikon, and forget Japan. It had worked for the most part, and then here he came.

Fate had not been kind to her, no, not at all. It had sent her five hundred years into the past, to fix the wrong she had made in a previous life, to fall in love with one that could not ever want her just as herself - but the self that was from then in that time...who had sealed that love to a tree in eternal sleep. To have sent her there where she wanted to live and nearly die for him, and for them all. And in the end, after making herself a home in that time, making a makeshift, broken, pieced together family in that time, she’d been ripped away from it, and nearly made to feel like she was the crazy one. In the end, in this time, none of it had ever happened, at least that was the general consensus, as she had woken up again once more fifteen. In a world that had no demons, or hanyou, no slayers, or kits, not even very many perverted monks.

Her miko powers and her Jiji were the only things that both proved it had been true, and were proof in themselves. He, Jiji, the supposedly crazy one, had been the only one to remember it, even though she was certain that Souta had dreams, he refuses to speak about it. And her mother? Well the time traveling miko could honestly say that she had been far more open in the original time line she’d lived. In the end, Kagome had gotten through middle and high school wonderfully without being pulled into the past. Wonderfully but almost as if she'd been living a nonexistent life. She'd hated it so much being at home, being in the place where all her memories were painful.

She had opted though to get far away from Trees that spanned generations, away from torii gates and hundreds of steps that seemed to led to the sky, and away from anything and everything that could remind her of the past. She was so very far away, in New York City, in college on a scholarship. And after all of that, all of the forgetting and refusing to remember, here at her part time job, where she sang and waitresses tables, he, Sesshomaru, beautiful figment of her imagination, ghost from her past had to walk into her club.

Her voice had gone on auto-pilot while she had thought of it all and in her musing the song had ended, her sultry voice, aged and husky like a fine wine, had continued even when her brain had been hijacked by this impossibly, human looking being that was anything but. She noted with awe and shock that his once long tresses were gone, given way like all things to change, sporting something that was more preppy then she thought he could pull off, but he did look damn good. No demon, even if they wanted to could hide those markings from her miko eyes, and so they stood out to her vibrant and alluring against his pale skin and seemingly platinum blond locks. His pointed ears, oddly enough considering she had wanted to run away from anything that reminded her of the past, looked lick-ably good, and for once the past didn't seem so bad.

Turning her own head full of missing locks, locks that had been removed so that she would NEVER EVER look like Kikyo again, her pixie cute suited her well. There was just enough to grab on to, not that she knew that that was the thought on the inu’s mind. Her long dress flowed around her, allowing a slit to be seen, and creamy legs to be exposed reminding the big inu of her past as well. He nearly licked his lips as he took her all in. The once miko turned back to her pianist, and his small jazz band, her murmured words were washed away in the small hum of the club. Her back to him, he saw muscles there that most human's did not have, he knew only because he had watched over the shrine to insure that everything would happen as it was supposed to, that she had not need3ed to be pulled down the well this time, and in the years that followed that fateful birthday she had taken up the bow once more. That was an anchors back, and it looked oh so likable.

Caught in his musing the daiyouk was suddenly caught in stunning steely grey-blue eyes that had seen far too much in a life so short, they seemed to sparkle as the band kicked up, the grin she shot him was naughty, mischievous, and dangerous, he didn’t think she had it in her, and then he realized the song she had requisitioned. Sesshomaru smirked as she cast her lunar eyes on his person.

“He’s a tramp, ...but I love him... breaks a new heart...every day. He’s a tramp, I adore him…. And I only hope he’ll stay that way….”

He decided in that moment, with those words, he very much so liked the sound of her voice. He would hear it again, in private before the night was out. That in his mind was a certainty.

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The evening had been amusing, and Sesshomaru had been amused by her, she had grown from a girl into a woman, a woman that he had managed to talk up to his hotel room, after some consideration. Her innocent scent still clung to her form, even after all this time, and he was somewhat shocked that his idiot brother had not truly claimed her as he had thought the boy had done. But in the end it was for the best, after all… while she had it wrong to some degree when she had sang about him, he was a dog, and he had broken many hearts, he was many of those things, one thing he was not though, was one that gave up what they wanted. And he had been waiting for the minx for a very long time. It had taken some consideration, but in the end he had admitted that she was well worth the wait, and he could put his so called 'tramp' life behind him. That was what had happened in the film he'd seen, and he didn't mind being on her leash.

Cutting through his thoughts, he held her as her fingers ghosted over his chopped mane. She sat in his lap, her skirt hiked up, her heals on still, knees pushing into the bed on his sides, his large hands holding her to him. The look on her face still somewhat shocked at his hair of all things.

“I like it, it’s…. different…” Her voice was honey, the five hundred year old wiser dai only smirked.

"Mine is not the only one that has changed Miko." he said to her, 'Hn-ing' at her giggle as her fingers ran through his mane. He thought about it all, that he might have been a tramp as she called him, but, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that he'd found her again, if she was his lady, he'd be able to over look her name calling. After all, in the end Tramp got the Lady, and he wasn't going to give her up again.