For the birds by Mitsje

For the birds

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any other part of InuYasha. I do not mae any money from this, it is just my guilty pleasure.

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He had ruled his lands with a ruthless but just hand. He had surpassed his father in strength and wisdom, or so he believed. Allies respected him, enemies feared him. He had seen the rise and fall of many an opposer, and had outwitted them all. He had befriended and killed where he saw fit. He had seen his lands flourish and prosper under his command. He had been respected and honoured by his subjects. He was Sesshoumaru, Lord of the West.

And he was feeding pigeons.

That was how Kagome found him, sitting on a bench in a park near her home. He was wearing a dark grey business suit with a rich blue tie. His hair was cut short, but still had the silky silver colour to it she was used to. He was wearing glasses, which she doubted he really needed. His markings were covered by some sort of spell, as were his ears and claws. Still, he was undeniably Sesshoumaru.

She quietly approached him. He did not move a muscle, save for occasionally throwing some breadcrumbs to the ground. She tentatively took the spot on the bench beside him and stared at him from the corner of her eyes. He did nothing, just continued spreading the breadcrumbs that the birds were already full of, until, finally, the bag that he had brought them in was empty. Kagome’s nervousness had by this point reached a peak, and she wondered whether she had been wrong in recognizing Sesshoumaru in the man beside her.

He stood up, shook the last little crumbs from the bag, threw it in a nearby bin, dusted himself off and began to walk away from her. She convinced herself that she had indeed been seeing things, for in what universe would the Seshoumaru she knew be feeding pigeons? How was it possible for the ruthless, powerful and arrogant demon lord to be sitting on a bench in a park, surrounded by humans, no less, and be calmly feeding pigeons as if he had been doing so all his life? Save for a lobotomy, she could not think any possible explanation, and therefore decided she was the one going crazy. As a comfort to herself, she bought a large chocolate milkshake at one of the stalls in the park. She turned around, happily slurping her treat, and bumped straight into the man that had caused her little nervous breakdown. The lid flew of her cup, and a bit of milkshake spilled onto his tie. Kagome began to frantically search for a handkerchief, a napkin, anything to undo the damage to the probably expensive silk tie, but the damage was done. The man lifted the tie up and scrutinized it before speaking.

“How do you reckon you will pay for this, Miko?”

Tumbling over her own words in her rapidity of speaking, she rattled on in attempts to apologise for a bit, before his words caught up with her. Her eyes shot up to his face, where behind slightly tinted glasses she discerned honey coloured eyes that spoke of amusement. Her rattling devolved into garbled attempts to speak, and when he chuckled, the shock of actually hearing him laugh, brought the sounds she was producing to a complete stop. He bent over to speak softly in her ear.

“I thought you would never notice.”

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AN: I got the idea for this when I saw a gentleman in a business suit feeding pigeons. It just struck me as funny in a weird way that a man in a suit would do that. Then it evolved in conjuring up the least propably person to feed pigeons. Et voila.