All But a Dream by Forsaken Tenshi
All But a Dream
Inuyasha characters do no belong to me but to Takahashi Rumiko.
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Drabble/Drawble Night: October 1, 2011
Theme: Cinderella
Word Count: 100 words each
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Prompt 1: Pumpkin
“Come on, nee-chan!” Souta called, “I want to go pick the biggest one!”
Kagome laughed. “Calm down, Souta! There will be plenty of pumpkins to choose from! Halloween is still a week away!” she replied as her younger brother grabbed her hand and began dragging her towards the supermarket. “Have you decided what you want to dress up as?” she asked.
The American holiday of Halloween was one she and Souta were familiar with, and both looked forwards to dressing up in outlandish outfits.
“I’m going to be Inuyasha!” her brother announced.
Kagome giggled, wondering what the hanyou would think.
Prompt 2: Broom
The siblings spent the rest of the week assembling Souta’s costume, purchasing a toy sword, a red outfit, a silver wig, and triangular white ears. The thirteen-year-old added a necklace and bought himself a pair of vampire fangs to complete his look.
Kagome had decided on an easy costume: a miko. All she had done was hop into the well to retrieve an outfit from Kaede, as well as her quiver of Hamaya and her Saigu-yumi. She stepped into character on Halloween by first using a broom to sweep up scattered leaves on the shrine grounds before their candy round.
Prompt 3: Tatters
They had made their round through the neighborhood, collecting candy in worn out pillowcases. Pleased with their loot, the siblings retreated home. On the way back, Souta stopped to stare at one darkened home. The curtains that covered the windows were in tatters.
“Souta?” Kagome asked.
“I don’t like the feel of that house, nee-chan,” he whispered.
Her spine stiffened at the sudden pulse of youki that rolled from the dim house. She herded her younger brother off, pausing to look at the house over her shoulder and gasped. A pair of glowing red eyes stared back from a window.
Prompt 4: Midnight
It was nearing midnight, and Kagome could not sleep. Her mind kept going back to the house with the red eyes and youki. At length she crawled out of bed, changed, and crept quietly out of the sleeping household, armed with her weapon of choice. The full moon lit her way as she retraced her steps. As she neared the house, another pulse of youki had her gasping. Gathering her courage, she strode up to the house and knocked softly on the front door. It opened soundlessly, revealing a sparse but elegantly furnished interior, accompanied by another roiling wave of youki.
Prompt 5: Mouse
Kagome readied her weapon and timidly stepped into the house, quiet as a mouse. The moment she cleared the threshold, the door closed quietly behind her, leaving her in the dark save for slivers of moonlight through the mangled curtains. She forced herself not to panic. A low rumble echoed in the entryway, and Kagome turned and grasped the doorknob.
She barely touched the metal when she was hooked around the waist and pulled flush against a hard, warm body that vibrated with purrs and covered her with soft, luxurious fur. A single red eye gazed down from her left.
Prompt 6: Fitting
“It has been a while, miko,” a velvety male voice hummed in her ear. His arms tightened, securing her to him. The length of fur curled gently against her form. “I have missed you all these years.”
Where have I heard that voice? Kagome thought. It can’t be…!
“Sesshoumaru-sama?” she whispered.
“No honorific is necessary. After all, it is only fitting that one’s mate addresses one without the suffix, is it not, Kagome?” the inuyoukai answered, stressing her name and stooping to press his cheek affectionately against hers.
“What?” she breathed in confusion. Kagome’s mind was whirling. I’m… Sesshoumaru’s mate?
Prompt 7: Glass
Sesshoumaru’s red eyes blinked before he cursed. “Too early,” he growled, youki pulsing. His grip tightened, but she noticed that for all his strength, he was careful not to hurt her. He treated her like glass, she noted.
“What happened, Sesshoumaru-sama?” she asked, feeling it was too strange to address him with out the honorific.
To you or me? he thought. He gazed at the slivers of moonbeams. “You were close. My instincts acted up. I have gone too long without a transformation, and my youki has built up and is highly agitated. The full moon does me no favors.”
Prompt 8: Ball
“What do you mean?” asked Kagome.
“I need an outlet for my youki,” his voice rumbled, “But I’ve nowhere to go to do so. Ningen technology prevents me.”
The miko’s heart ached at his situation. “Maybe I can help.” She turned in his grasp, bringing her reiki to the surface, but not allowing it to harm the taiyoukai.
His crimson eyes locked with hers, reading the sincerity in her offer. After casting a shielding spell, Sesshoumaru released his youki, the energy swirling in a writhing maelstrom that balled around the pair. Kagome’s energy neutralized his, rendering his excess energy harmless.
Prompt 9: Slipper
When the last of their energies died, Kagome could no longer see the vermilion glow of his eyes. “Sesshoumaru-sama?” she murmured nervously in his arms. She shuffled uncomfortably, accidentally stepping on his feet. She gasped and jumped, squinting downwards in the dark. The moonlight gave barely enough illumination to see he had no slippers on—she had trod directly on his toes. “I’m sorry!” she squeaked apologetically.
The Western Lord remained quiet, not acknowledging her literal faux pas. “I love you,” he finally breathed, before he quickly clamped a hand over her nose and mouth, and she knew no more.
Prompt 10: Palace
Kagome awoke that morning in her room, dressed in her pajamas. She yawned and stretched, thinking about the strange dream she had last night. It involved Sesshoumaru, living in her time, living with a severely repressed youki. Somehow after that, her dream had jumped to the Segoku Jidai, after Naraku had been killed, where they lived together in the Western Lands’ ancestral palace. She shook her head. What were the chances Sesshoumaru would be interested in her? Yet as she changed for the new day, she touched her collarbone, where she hazily recalled the impression of warm lips kissing her.