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

Violet

Amethyst, violet . . . eggplant. Kagome glared at the mirror. There was no disguising the ugly yellow and purple bruising around her left eye. Even with her accelerated healing, it would still be there tonight.

Stupid, stupid, hard-headed hanyou. It was his fault that she had run into him; he shouldn't have stopped so quickly. But sweet revenge was hers when Inuyasha was buried in the sand, the victim of many “sit” commands. She gave her reflection one last frown.

Silver hair and maroon stripes appeared in the mirror behind her, an ethereal face with a wicked smirk. “Extend the color with your paints and it would be a most effective disguise for the Carnival Masque. Even so marred . . . your face will still be the most beautiful there.”

Kagome sighed and leaned back against her mate. Trust him to jest at her expense, infuriate her, and still manage to make her melt at his softer words. Strange to think she had once favored the younger brother.