Plushies, Watercolors, and the THING in the Closet by RebaJean

Red

Red dripped from the brush tip onto the silk below as Sesshoumaru's hand clenched. The echos of Kagome's scream trailed away, the echoes bouncing off the polished wood of the long corridor between his study and the healer's quarters. He frowned and swirled the red drop of ink into a flower. The woman's white kimono would now be trimmed in red.

Sounds of pain faded and the rustling robes and quiet footsteps of the servants increased as they rushed in and out of the healer's wing. The overwhelming scent of blood was replaced with incense and cleansing herbs.

Sesshoumaru picked up his calligraphy brush to add the poem accompanying the watercolor scene.

    Red chrysanthamums

    adorn the fluttering sleeves

    of her kimono.

    Jet hair, white jasmine

    entwined in its curls,

    one stray tendril trails.

    Beneath cherry tree,

    pink blossoms fall at her feet,

    she awaits her lord.