Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. All rights belong to Takahashi Rumiko-sensei.
A/N: Both Kagome and SesshÅmaru are humans in this story. Therefore, they are pictured with the coloring of normal Japanese people.
22/01/2016: Rating changed to MA. Currently being edited. Will contain the missing lemon chapter once I'm done with edits.
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A lone, dark haired woman was reclining comfortably on her favorite bench amidst the sakura trees during a sunny afternoon. It had become her favorite pastime each year, when spring came, to spend her evenings relaxing in this lovely park while reading her favorite books. The light breeze carried the intoxicating scent of all the blooming flowers around her, mixing them together to create a soothing aroma. She was turning page after page, languishing, lost in the fantasy world described in her latest romance novel.
A soft, almost growl-like sound interrupted her concentration, reminding her it was time to feed her protesting stomach along with her imaginative mind. Depositing the book carefully beside her thigh on the wooden bench, Kagome reached for her small backpack, bringing out a thermos filled with her favorite jasmine tea and some home-made chocolate cookies she had baked early in the morning precisely for this occasion. She filled a plastic cup with the aromatic liquid, savoring its faint calming fragrance while arranging a few biscuits in a green plastic tray decorated with orange stripes.
Her taste buds marveled when the delicious sweets melted in her mouth, and she lowered her lashes, enjoying the warm sunlight as she contemplated the latest developments happening in the book. Something soft teased the lower half of her face then, awakening her from her musings, and she wrinkled her nose, sneezing lightly from the strong scent that assaulted her sinuses. Kagome raised her lids to pinpoint what exactly was the reason for this rude intrusion on her personal space.
As soon as she caught sight of the little perpetrator though, her lips curved in a small smile, clearing all of her previous annoyance. An adorable young girl, no more than five years old, was staring at her with a huge grin, holding a white lily in her tiny, outstretched hands as an offering. Kagome realized the flower was the actual reason for her sneezing episode, but she couldn’t stay angry at the endearing child for that.
A sweet smile tugged on her lips as she motioned to the flower in the girl’s little grasp. “Is this for me?”
The child merely nodded, then her gaze strayed to the chocolate biscuits with deep longing in her eyes.
Kagome hummed, amused. “That is very generous of you. I wouldn’t feel right accepting this precious gift without giving you something in exchange, though…” Her lips pursed, then she feigned an expression of surprise as if the thought had just struck her. “Oh, I know! Would you like a cookie in return?”
The little girl’s eyes gleamed with delight at that, and she bobbed her head up and down, short dark curls swaying with her excited motions.
“We have a deal then.” Kagome laughed, more than a little amused now, exchanging a biscuit for the beautiful flower. Before she had time to react though, the child sprinted away, giggling without saying a word, much the same way she had come.
Little sweet-toothed devil. Kagome shook her head at the girl’s clever ploy of extracting a cookie from her.
Lying back down, she continued her reading until she felt an insistent tug at her pant leg, interrupting her concentration. Peeking above the book’s cover stealthily, she saw the same little girl staring at her again with a mischievous grin, the corners of her mouth now covered in a suspicious brown substance that looked a lot like chocolate. This time, she had brought company with her. A small boy, approximately of the same age, sharing an uncanny resemblance to the girl, stood behind her, looking at the ground as he fidgeted with his blouse nervously.
“Would your brother like a cookie as well?” Kagome raised a thin brow, and the boy lifted his head, nodding once. A shy smile appeared instantly on his angelic features.
“Here you go.” Her eyes twinkled as she lowered her tray to their level. “Why don’t you take as much as you want? I’m afraid I made too many, now I can’t possibly finish them by myself.” Kagome watched with adoration the children’s radiant smiles at her suggestion. This time, they both bowed their heads in appreciation, taking at least five cookies each before scurrying away quickly.
Tiny cookie thieves. Kagome shook with laughter, thoroughly charmed by the devious young pair. She once again resumed her reading, secretly hoping the little angels would return to lighten her mood with their mischief. After a few minutes, her wish came true. A dark shadow covered her face and she felt another presence near her. Judging by the large shadow though, she wondered if perhaps they had brought an older sibling with them now.
Kagome lowered her book to smile at the children. “Back for more cookies?” Her smile faltered at the corner of her lips when she saw a handsome man staring down at her with slight amusement.
Her breath hitched in her throat. Kagome swallowed thickly, eyes grown wide and drinking in his tall, lean form. Long limbs, wide shoulders, hard muscle stretched under the fabric of his shirt—he was the epitome of male physique. Then her eyes traveled upward, focusing on his face. His eyes were dark with a glint of silver, his lips curled in a half-smirk. He was a cluster of testosterone and seduction.
“Thank you, but I will respectfully decline.” His voice was deep and sinfully accented, drew her attention back to the present.
Now that’s what I call a bedroom voice. Kagome shivered, dazed by the tantalizing scent he was emitting at such close proximity. He saved her the embarrassment of asking him to repeat his words as he continued speaking, like he hadn’t noticed the effect his overwhelming presence had on her rapidly declining IQ.
“It appears my children have shamelessly taken advantage of your kind nature and robbed you of a large quantity of chocolate biscuits.” His gaze lowered to her almost empty tray.
Kagome waved a hand almost mechanically. “That’s fine. I’m glad they liked them so much.” Her voice spilled past her lips breathless, near panting, and she cursed her inability to compose herself and act like a mature woman in front of this breathtaking man.
“Nonetheless, I apologize for any inconvenience they might have caused.” His voice seeped into layers of skin, stroked sensitive nerves. Smooth elocution, decadent. He pinned her with a stare as he cocked his head in a subtle nod. It lasted no longer than a fragment of a second but it was intense, too much, enough to steal her breath away once more. Then he turned to walk slowly toward the laughing children a few feet away, giving her a nice view of his straight back and graceful gait.
His wife is one lucky woman. Kagome gazed at the man lifting the small girl high and twirling her around as the little boy waited for his turn with an expectant look. He laughed with his children, his laughter throaty and hypnotic, titillating her ears. The urge to have a man of her own and little kids running around happily snaked its way inside her mind and nearly consumed her whole.
Dangerous sight… Men playing with children are hazardous for the mental health of all women. This should be declared illegal. A groan fell off the seam of her mouth, then a deep sigh. Kagome bit her lip and shook her head, trying to clear the much desired images this display caused to arise inside her half-lucid mind.