The Royal Guard by Chickpea

The mannequin

Disclaimer: I don't own INUYASHA (C) Rumiko Takahashi

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He was bored out of his mind.

They’d been trapped in the room for hours. 

While he leaned against the wall looking cool the snow haired princess dove through mountains of clothes.  She was on a hunt for the perfect kimono and no one could leave ‘till it was found. Thus the prisoners of her closet consisted of him, the royal seamstress, his assistants, and her.

More brightly colored pieces were tossed. Even more were instantly burned.

Just as he’d lost hope she suddenly appeared before him grinning.

“Oh, Sessho-dear! I need you,” she held up some flowery silk.

“…no.”

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Prompt: call

Words: 100