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

Blue

Sesshoumaru stopped in the middle of the clearing. He turned slightly to the right to watch the miko approach. His eyes widened.

Birds and insects ceased their customary noises. The silence was absolute and ominous. Fallen leaves beneath the trees began to stir. The wind rose and whipped the forest detritus about the clearing. The bits of grass, bark, and small debris began to sting Jaken and Rin following on Ah-Un. The temperature dropped precipitously.

Rin poked Jaken, seated before her on Ah-Un. "Sesshoumaru-sama looks angry. What is going to die?"

Jaken swallowed; his lord did indeed look as if something would soon leave the world of the living. He did not wish for it to be him. It would be most wise to ensure that Rin was safe, far away from their lord. Yes, that was he would do . . . he was not running away . . . he was making sure Rin was safe. He twitched the reins and whispered, "Ah-Un, back."

The two headed steed backed while shaking his heads. He too could feel the rise in jaki in the clearing.

Kagome skipped blithely down the path through the trees toward the clearing. "Ooo, it's getting cold,"  she commented to no one in particular. She hugged the moko-moko wrapped around her shoulders closer and shrugged the fur up over her head as a hood.

Kagome ran into a solid object which suddenly appeared in front of her. The moko-moko swirled around the object; holding the miko upright.

Sesshoumaru looked down at the miko and the moko-moko entwining them together; his eyes narrowed. "It is blue."

Kagome flushed. "Um, Sesshoumaru-sama, there was a little accident when I went home . . ."

"IT IS BLUE!"

"Um, sorry?" Kagome looked up, her eyes tearing and her lip trembling. She was so dead. She wouldn't even get to explain that it was really Inuyasha's fault this time.