An Off-White Christmas by UnknownRandomness

Stockpiling Leads To Angry Inuyoukai

A/N: I hope you enjoy and please review! This was by far my favourite chapter to write :P

Prompt: Tinsel

Word Count: 461

"Sssshh! If you make any more noise he'll wake up!"

"Well excuse me, for being nothing but a clumsy human- I'm not a creature of the shadows like you!"

"Youkai hearing is incredibly good and you are louder than a stampeding herd of elephants... You know I could do this by myself- in, out; like a ninja! But nooooo, Kagome wants to have fun!"

"Ah crap, he's waking up! Shut up, shut up!" 

Silence prevailed as the pair of black-clad practical jokers paused, breaths held. The inuyoukai rolled over before settling once more, his breathing deep and slow. He was so unsuspecting that it almost made them feel guilty- but not enough to stop of course. 

Several more moments of whispered bickering followed this development, after which the friend's managed to do what they came for. 

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Sesshoumaru stretched, satisfied- that was one of the best night's sleep he had enjoyed in quite a while. Probably because he had the whole bed to himself, Kagome having gone to stay the night with Sango. Eyes roving around the room, he noted that she hadn't yet returned- everything was exactly as he'd left it, much to his satisfaction. After the 'suit incident', he had ensured to take a glance around their bedroom before moving, just in case he was assaulted by more glitter. That godforsaken substance had embedded itself in his eyelashes, practically rendering him blind for the entire day- not to mention that it had made him sneeze every five seconds!

Luckily, it seemed like the coast was clear this morning. The demon sat up and raised his arms to stretch out his muscles, only to yelp as his movement was suddenly arrested by something tugging painfully on his hair and wrists. Moving back onto his pillow, the daiyoukai inspected his wrists to find them bound by many layers of intricately tied tinsel- he assumed that was what was also knotted in his hair, which in itself was probably attached to the headboard. The material was quite flimsy and would be easy to slice through, except that it had clearly been charmed by a kitsune to re-tie when cut.

A growl rose in his throat to become a loud roar as he expanded the yoki he normally kept under wraps. The spell instantly withered away under his immense aura, and Sesshoumaru ripped through the tacky decorations binding him to his bed. Kagome was far more cunning than he had realised. The fact that she had gone to Shippo for help clearly demonstrated that this was no petty game, no. This was revenge. 

Quickly dressing, the demon swept out of his apartment, his stride especially determined as he headed for the garage. Today, his wonderful carrot-haired friend was going to get an unpleasant surprise.