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[jafndaegur]

Sesskag Week: Day Six

The Curtain Draw

Sesskag Week 2018 | Day Six: Florals, Deep, Poetry, Sentimentalities

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Kagome’s eyes opened slowly, everything hurt in small surges of pain that rushed through her arms and legs. Her hands scraped against loose dirt, and she felt it chafe against the skin of her hands and the back of her legs. Telling herself to take small breaths, she sat up slowly—every muscle in her back creaking in protest.

“Sesshomaru?” She asked out, realizing that the world around her was swallowed in darkness. “Sesshomaru, where are you?”

Her voice sounded so strained, as if it had been dried, and flakes of skin blocked her throat from speaking coherently. Was that the effect of the battle with Naraku? She hoped she hadn’t been asleep for very long, but she was worried when no one answered her growing frantic calls. The miko reached out for purchase on anything, and her fingers brushed up against solid stone walls. She knew the feeling of this stone. The familiar cool touch, the reassuring of its steady structure.

The Bone Eater’s Well.

She groped around in the dark for a moment, trying to find the vines that crawled up the sides. However she couldn’t feel any sort of vegetation at all. It was odd. She looked up, hoping to catch glimpses of the sky, presumably night, but instead, she was met with the tiring sight of darkness. Her hand finally smashed into a wooden structure, and her heart sunk. It was the ladder that lead into the well. She was in her time.

After making her wish on the Jewel, she couldn’t remember what had happened. It didn’t make sense that she would travel back to her time. Not when so many things had to be addressed back in the past.

She crawled up the ladder, casting a quick glance to the well before hopping in again. It wouldn’t hurt to go see what had happened. Her feet landed squarely on the floor.

Nausea overwhelmed her as she stood straight up. She was still in the wellhouse. What had gone wrong? An uneasy laugh escaped her lips and she gave a light hop. Time did not grab her. Its hold did not overcome her. Kagome rushed up the ladder again before throwing herself into the well, she landed in a heap, begging for the powers of time to come and take her. She had to go back to everyone. Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, Shippo…

Sesshomaru.

“Sesshomaru!”

In her mind, she lost track of the numbers of times she jumped into the well. She lost track of the numbers of times she screamed his name. Her eyes were flooded with tears, and her hands and knees were grazed raw from landing too many times in the dirt.

That’s how Mrs. Higurashi and Jii-jii found her. Prone and weeping in the bottom of the well, her body curled up in a fetal position as she was lost in the deepness of her waling. A priestess held captive by time.

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The book felt feather light in her hands, and her English teacher’s voice droned on. Something about poetry. How many days had it been since she had last tried to pass through the well? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember how many endless attempts she’d made.

“Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!

Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.

Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.”

She felt inclined to agree. Late. Everything was too late. Her friends…all of them were gone now. Maybe the ones with youkai blood were able to survive till now, but she doubted it. The poem was mocking her.

“Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet?

O, let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet!

No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now.”

“Teacher!” She raised her hand quickly, standing up in her seat, skin burning as if branded.

The instructor looked more surprised than upset. “Ms. Higurashi? Is something the matter?”

“Please, I have to use the bathroom. It’s an emergency.” Kagome begged, not paying attention to the few snickers that flitted through the room.

“Go on,” the teacher shooed her off, a bit of concern in their eyes.

It didn’t take any other prompting other than that for Kagome to dash out of the room. Her heart was failing, and the minute she rushed into the bathroom, her legs collapsed beneath her. She could hear Sango and Miroku calling out for her, worry in their tone. Shippo was frantic and upset, wondering where she had gone. The branches of a tree drooped as Inuyasha stayed in a silent perch, his normally bright and fierce eyes forlorn and desolate. And Sesshomaru…Sesshomaru never wandered out of his Western Lands again.

“Everyone, I’m so sorry,” she covered her face, her body trembling as she willed herself not to cry. If she cried, that would be it, she would lose herself again to the sadness. “I’m so sorry.”

With the Shikon Jewel’s demise, the powers of time had no need for a Shikon Miko. Her very sole purpose for existence disappeared when the Jewel did. Now she was left alone in a time without her very dear friends, and without a way.

The minutes passed in slow ticks of the clock. She didn’t pay any mind to the time. Surely someone would come fetch her to return her to class if she didn’t go herself soon. In her mind she decided that she would not stay in the bathroom. She would not stay at the school. Her destination was home.

She slipped out of the bathroom, and made a beeline for the front doors of the school. Quiet and drawing no attention to herself, she walked out, hoping that one of her friends would grab her school things for her…or that the office would hold them. She knew that a rather nasty call from the vice principal awaited her and her family once she returned home. But in all honesty, she didn’t care. There had been times that Naraku or other fiends had trapped her in false realities where the well didn’t exist, where she had never traveled in time to the Inuyasha forest.  She had always been able to detect the ruse. To figure out the truth in the midst of a made-up lie. So there was always joy at the end, because she was always reunited with everyone in the end. But this time, it wasn’t a lie. There was no ruse. This wasn’t some vision of another life.

This was reality.

Kagome stumbled towards the front gates of the school.

Reality was killing her.

She fell, her feet catching on one another and causing her to lurch forward. A surprised yelp flew past her lips and she flung her hands out in front to catch herself. Talk about insult to injury.

Instead the miko collided with a warm, solid surface. In an instant a flood of blossoming warm youki flared out around her, enveloping and hiding her away. She should have been scared. Terrified even, given that a youkai had found her in the modern time where demons did not encounter hums. But she was not afraid.

Kagome looked up, only to have gentle but hungry lips crash into hers. The kiss was sudden and she did not have time to recover any senses. But she knew their soft touch. She knew their feeling by heart. Squeezing her eyes shut, she returned the kiss with as much fervor as it was gifted to her. It was by no means delicate, but it was filled with desperation and hope and love and every emotion that she had found herself lacking for the past several weeks.  

Lightheadedness engulfed her and she had to break away from the contact. Her breath came out in pants, and she trembled. Her hands shook as they reached up to cup a familiar face.

Sesshomaru appeared different. His hair was more silver than white—it was cut cropped and short—and his eyes had been dulled to look more like the color of meade than gold. His face lacked any markings of his household, and he bore no sign of fangs or Inu-like eyes. Moreover he seemed rather silly, wearing a floral patterned tie with a plain white button down and black trousers. His look seemed disheveled, as if he had been running—clothes rumpled and hair wind-tossed. He seemed almost human. But she knew him.

“Pardon me,” he murmured, his voice hitched as if he were afraid that she would disappear from him. “I know that the Sesshomaru you’d grown accustomed with did not spend much time on sentimentalities but—”

She cut him off, her hands pulling his face back to hers. He needed no other prompting, lifting her up into his arms as he once had so long ago, and he brought her close so that he may kiss her again.

Kagome’s lips brushed against his, tears staining both of their skin. She was so tired of crying, but this she could not control.

“It took so long to find you,” he whispered, pressing soft and gentle butterfly kisses between each word. “Tokyo is so large, and the city’s stench makes my senses less than what they were. But that would not hinder this Sesshomaru.”

She laughed and rested her forehead against his. “I missed hearing you say your name like that.”

“What an odd thing to say, miko,” he chuckled, hefting her up a bit higher so that the sun filtered behind her. He wanted to see her in the light of day. Glittering among the rays of sunlight and the glow of his youkai power, she was beautiful. “I take ages to find you because every school in Japan decided to have a uniform like yours, and the first thing you say to me is, you missed the way this one says his own name?”

Her teardrops trickled like liquid diamonds.

“I missed you,” Kagome laughed, her voice cracking and breaking as she thought her heart might explode with relief and mirth. “I missed you so much.”

He said nothing else. There was nothing more that needed to be said on his part. He closed the distance between them, holding Kagome comfortably against his chest like a bride.

Sesshomaru leaned in and breathed in the real and comforting scent of her, before relishing the softness of her lips.

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Sesskag 2018 Days One, Two, Three, Four, Five, x

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[chierafied]

SessKag Week Day 6 - Fireflies

Finding Happiness

Post-Canon / Romance / 1,323 words

The long summer day was turning to night, when Kagome slipped out of the village and climbed towards the shrine and the Bone Eater’s well. The sounds of merriment followed her up the stone stairs as she left the wedding celebration behind her.

At the top of the stairs, grass brushed at her ankles. She had just wanted a moment for herself, some peace and quiet – but when she walked past the well she knew where her feet were taking her.

Somehow, she thought, a small wry smile touching her lips, that seemed appropriate.

She paused before the tall tree, admired its wide trunk. She stepped even closer, rose to the tips of her toes and extended her hand. Her fingers brushed against the rough bark, caressing the scar she knew only too well.

She drew a quivering breath and bowed her head.

“I didn’t expect to feel bitter today,” she breathed, the God Tree the only audience for her quiet confession, “but I guess a part of me is, a little.”

“You left your home to come here, to a time you do not belong, just to be with him,” a deep voice remarked from behind.

Kagome jumped. Her hand that had been resting against the bark of the Goshinboku balled into a fist.

She had not heard him approach her; this was a predator who knew how to silence his steps. Likewise, he exercised perfect control over his powers – enough to apparently mask his energy, which was why she hadn’t felt him, either.

She turned around slowly.

The impassive golden eyes were narrowed in scrutiny, and Kagome’s shoulders stiffened.

“Yet you did not expect to feel bitter on a day he marries another?”

Kagome bit her lip and glared at him. She was still angry at how he’d sneaked up on her, and in any case she didn’t owe him any answers. But something about his voice caught her; a trace of curiosity that did not show on his still face.

“I thought I had put it behind me,” she said with a small shrug.

“Love is not something one can easily discard.”

Kagome scoffed. “Love comes in many forms,” she countered. “Inuyasha and I started out as friends. We still are friends now. And I love my friends.”

“That is not what this Sesshoumaru means.”

His voice sounded colder, but Kagome wasn’t fazed. The situation was too bizarre to frighten her; to stand here arguing about love with Sesshoumaru – on Inuyasha’s wedding day.

“I’m not sure I ever loved him the way you mean,” she replied. And that was the truth.

Oh, she had wholeheartedly believed she was in love with Inuyasha – but she had been young, even when she had returned three years later. The more she thought about it now, the more convinced she was that it had been just puppy love. 

It wasn’t Inuyasha she had truly been in love with, but the image she’d built of him in her head. What he could have been.

“We were together for a while. But it didn’t do either of us any good.” She shook her head, to rid herself of the memories – they still had the power to hurt her, but only if she let them. And she wasn’t going to, not today of all days. “It wasn’t working, and our decision to call it quits was mutual.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her. But the intensity of his gaze was troubling enough.

Kagome rubbed her arms and took a seat, settling on the cool grass and leaning her back against Goshinboku.

To her surprise, Sesshoumaru took a few steps forward, and gracefully lowered himself to the ground just a few scant feet away from her.

Unease curled in her stomach like a heavy weight as she suddenly wondered what game Sesshoumaru was playing here. Their interactions had always been brief and carefully courteous at best – expect perhaps that one moment battling Naraku when they’d been alone and united.

If anything, Kagome thought Sesshoumaru regarded her with mild irritation. So why was he here? Why had he followed her, when she had wanted a moment to herself? Why had he engaged her in a conversation? Why was he sitting so close?

Kagome looked across the clearing, focusing on the dancing glow of the fireflies gathering there. Normally, the sight would’ve made her smile, but now it only served as a momentary distraction from the growing sense of foreboding caused by Sesshoumaru’s unexplained presence.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Kagome said, when the silence grew too heavy for her, too much. “Inuyasha’s my friend. Maybe I’m still a bit bitter though I have tried to let go of the past. But more than anything else, I want him to be happy.”

“You did not find happiness with each other.”

It was not a question – and it stung, the way words always did when they struck true and scraped at old scars.

She was surprised that her voice was only a little tight when she replied. “No, but I’m glad he’s found it at last.”

Sesshoumaru stared at her.

She didn’t see it, because she was purposefully ignoring him, but the way her entire body tensed told her all his attention was focused on her.

Kagome gritted her teeth and watched the fireflies – though now that she looked at them more closely, buzzing about their business, their glow reminded her of the golden gleam of his eyes.

When Sesshoumaru finally spoke, his deep voice was soft; softer than Kagome would ever have believed possible.

“And what about you, Kagome?”

Startled, she turned towards him.

“What?”

He tilted his head and studied her, an odd look in his eyes.

“What about your happiness?”

Stunned by both his words and the pain flaring in their wake, Kagome managed a weak shrug.

He struck so quickly that Kagome had only time to flinch – his hand was a blur when it caught hers in a grip as relaxed as it was unyielding.

Kagome’s breath froze in her throat and she stared at his deadly claws delicately curved around her wrist. Panic flooded Kagome’s mind but cold logic followed right on its heels, reminding her that struggling was not a good idea, not when the most lethal predator of them all had caught a hold of her.

Therefore, she could only helplessly watch when he drew her hand towards him.

Kagome cringed internally, preparing for that deadly flash of his fangs while her heart thundered against her ribs.

But when his lips brushed against the tips of her fingers in a soft caress, the shiver creeping down her spine wasn’t all fear.

Kagome’s lips parted, her breath still caught in her throat.

His eyes were hooded, their golden colour almost luminous in the darkening night.

Kagome’s eyes were wide and wild, her mind scrambling to make sense of it all because hot damn Sessoumaru had just kissed her fingers.

“I think that my half-brother has it right, for once,” he murmured, still holding onto her hand, his thumb drawing a lazy circle along her flushing skin. “I would like to find my happiness. Would you, Kagome, be willing to help me look for it?”

Kagome blinked at him, her stomach in knots again but for a whole different reason that it had been earlier. 

It was really hard to keep thinking about anything while he traced whimsical patterns on the back of her hand and stared at her with those oddly intent, hooded eyes – let alone trying to process the situation.

Sesshoumaru couldn’t possibly be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting, right?

She swallowed.

And yet… Ridiculous and unwise as it might have been, she felt tempted.

Very tempted.

She took a deep breath. What did she have to lose, anyway?

Kagome squared her shoulders and drew herself up. She met his gaze and sealed her fate with one word.

“Yes.”

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[rin-afananditshows]

I’m sure she is very warm and comfortable where she is. ♥

(day late, sorry)

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[jafndaegur]

Sesskag Week Day Six: ~Fireflies~

A Birthday not Meant to Be Word count: 1130, Goblin: the Lonely and Great God AU

A heart attack near seized his heart when Kagome’s foot slammed on the break again. He clutched the back of her chair, his claws digging into the upholstery. She shot him a sheepish glance before stepping on the gas again, her foot pressing down too much and sending them zooming forward before she braked again.

Sesshomaru tried to control the tone of his voice. “Woman, this Sesshomaru understands the essential need for driving.”

Her eyes flicked to him hesitantly.

“But perhaps it may be better,” he stated slowly, “if I finish the rest of the drive.”

“I can do it old man,” she insisted, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “Promise I can.”

 “While this one believes you,” he eased, resting his free hand on her shoulder, “this Sesshomaru wishes to be home…on solid ground.”

Reluctantly the young woman obliged. With ever so slow caution, she inched the car over to the curb, the wheels bumping up onto the side walk. The goblin lifted his brow and stared at her sternly, and she laughed sheepishly. Shaking his head, he waited until she put the car in park before he got out of the vehicle and traded places with her. She strapped in to the passenger’s side and pouted. His gold eyes narrowed, never taking their focus off the road in front of him, but he chuckled in amusement.

“Worst birthday, Sessh,” she grouched, her arms crossed as she slumped in the seat.

“Now now, woman,” he mused, fingertips sparking with magic. “You forget that this one is the mighty goblin. No birthday of yours shall be worse.”

“You promised I could drive.”

“And you did.”

“Like ten feet!”

“Ten horrible feet, but none the less this Sesshomaru allowed you to drive his vehicle to which you have no insurance on.”

Huffing, Kagome slouched back into her chair and grumbled.

“For someone turning twenty human years, you are not acting very much like an adult,” he smirked, finally glancing over at her for a brief moment, his fangs flashing as his lips curled back in a laugh.

“You’re not treating me like one,” she insisted in a mumble. “An adult can drive the car.”

“Woman, this one, back five hundred years ago was renowned for being fearless, yes?” His voice was low and his gaze skeptical as he began to turn into his house’s driveway.

           “Yeah,” Kagome nodded as he parked the car next to his others, shutting the engine off as he turned the keys and pulled them from the ignition.

He opened the door.  “Nothing has terrified this Sesshomaru more than your driving.” Then he disappeared, stepping through the car door in a cloud of colored smoke.

“You can’t escape conflict like that Sessh! Sesshomaru!” the miko called after him, rushing out of the car and to the house. “Old man. Old maaan!”

Her fingers quickly typed out the key code for the door, and she entered with a broad, sinister grin. “If you think you can escape me, mister, you’ve got another thing coming.” She could hear him laugh from one of the many rooms of his grand home. That meant Inuyasha wasn’t there. The goblin hardly let himself laugh out loud when the grim reaper was around. She rushed up the stairs, looking around for him. With a playful growl, he pounced on her from behind, picking her up in his arms and carrying her down the hall. She squeaked in protest and squirmed to try and escape, but his grip held her in place.

“You cannot escape one such as myself,” he purred in her ear, opening a bedroom door, and stepping through.

His feet stepped into his field of buckwheat, he kicked the door shut behind him. Setting Kagome down, he gently rested his hands on her sides. The wooded park bench that took residence in his field of flowers was decorated with vines and other flowers. On the seat itself, was a bottle of sake and baked goods from the bakery he knew she enjoyed. For now, this would be just their celebration. He and Inuyasha planned to take her for a real meal later in the evening.

But this moment was just for them.

He rested his chin on the crown of her head, a pleased gasp fluttering from her lips.

“Would you like to greet your hostess?” he murmured.

She nodded. “Yes please.”

He led her through the dancing stalks, his eyes glowing just a moment to allow his power to surge through him. Each step she took released a cloud of fireflies from underneath her foot. She oohed in excitement, jumping at intervals to watch the glowing creatures slip into the sky like dancing stars. Gazing back at him, she beamed happily, heart swelling when he gave her a small wink a warm half-smirk.

He stopped her in front of the small stone shrine, several of the bio-luminescent creatures resting on the rock. They glittered prettily, as if decorating the burial place. Stepping forward, he patted the headstone.

“Rin is here,” he murmured.

Kagome gave him a more solemn glance before she bowed her head in respect. “She’s not buried in Quebec with the others?”

“She thought Kohaku had been killed here,” Sesshomaru whispered. “And the first time this one had died, was here as well. She wanted to be put to rest here. She said since both her husband and myself had been placed in this field, she wanted to turn its memory into something happy.”

“A place where a family could rest together,” the young woman finished for him, her hand on his arm in a comforting gesture. “You had a really sweet daughter, Sesshomaru.”

“This Sesshomaru did,” he agreed, resting his head on hers again. “She would be pleased to see you again. You were held fondly in her regards.”

“She was a sweet little kid when I knew her.”

“That she was.”

Stepping forward, careful not to dispel the sparkling fireflies, Kagome placed her hand on top of the goblin’s. His skin was warm beneath hers and she smiled softly. Kneeling close to the shrine, she began to speak.

“Hey Rin,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about Sesshomaru, okay? At first I had wondered if I got stuck on the wrong side of time, unable to go back to the past. But if I had stayed there, I would never had been able to find this silly old Goblin. So don’t worry. I’m happy here, and I’ll take care of him. That’s my job as the Goblin’s bride. I want him to be happy too.”

Sesshomaru raised his brow. She leaned forward and kissed the stone as a mother would kiss her child’s forehead.

“It’s my birthday wish. So don’t worry about your father, little one.”

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[chierafied]

Romanced (SKW2018d6)

Prompt: Florals, deep, poetry, sentimentalities

Modern AU (Continues Day 2 one shot Instinct!). 918 words.

Kagome was huddling in her cluttered office, playing catch-up with paperwork, when Sango appeared in the doorway.

She was holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers and grinning from ear to ear.

Without any preamble, Sango lifted up a card and proceeded to read out loud in an overly dramatic tone:

“’Lying all alone, through the hours of the night, till the daylight comes; can you realize at all the emptiness of that night?’”

Kagome raised her eyebrow. “Cute. Are we reciting classical poems now? Should I go with the Ogura Hyakunin isshu, too, or pick something from another collection?”

Sango shrugged. “Recite anything you want if you feel like it. I’m simply delighting in this obvious proof that romance isn’t dead. A man knows his business when he’s sending both flowers and poetry.”

“That is a lot of class from Miroku,” Kagome admitted, turning back to her scattered piles of paper. “You’re a lucky woman, Sango.”

“Oh, but I really am not.”

“Uhhuh.” Kagome nodded absently and when the words registered at last, looked at Sango with a frown. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Because the flowers and the poem are for you,” Sango said and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ehhh?” Kagome gaped at her friend and colleague. “Are you sure?”

“See for yourself.”

Sango crossed the room and passed over the bouquet and the card.

Kagome studied the meticulous handwriting. There it was, black on white, above the poem: To Kagome.

And at the bottom, one more line: I hope we might see each other again. Yours, Nishiwaki Sesshoumaru.

Feeling a tad overwhelmed and positively giddy, Kagome buried her nose in the bright blooms and inhaled the soft mix floral scents.

She’d never got flowers before – unless those medicinal herbs her high school classmate Houjou-kun counted.

Of course, Sango couldn’t let it be.

“So, who is this Nishiwaki Sesshoumaru and why is he sending you flowers?”

Kagome gazed down at the bouquet. “He’s a guy I shared a table with when I went to get lunch on Tuesday. He handed me his business card so it was only polite to give him mine in return.”

“I see. And was he a handsome guy?” Sango asked.

“Well, yes.” Kagome blushed. “Very.”

“Then you need to dig up that business card and give him a call.”

“I suppose,” Kagome answered vaguely. “If I can survive this mountain of paperwork.”

“Good point. I’ll leave you to it and go back to planning that weaponry exhibition. Promise to keep me in the loop about Mr Flowers & Poetry, I want details!”

Kagome shook her head, but smiled. “I promise. See you later”

Sango waved and left.

Kagome sat there a moment longer, smiling down at her flowers before she returned to her documents with a sigh.

  The business card trembled in her nervous fingers. Kagome took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. After checking the number matched the one on the card one final time, she swallowed and pressed the call button.

Hearing the dial-tone sent the butterflies skittering in Kagome’s stomach and when he actually answered, his deep voice flowing through the phone line, her heart jumped into her throat.

“Nishiwaki Sesshoumaru.”

“Nishiwaki-san, hi. It’s Kagome. Higurashi Kagome, I mean,” Kagome said, hoping she didn’t sound as breathless and foolish as she felt.

“Higurashi-san,” he said, his voice instantly warm. “I’m glad you called.”

“Um, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful. As was the poem.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he assured her. “And I’m glad you liked the poem, I figured as you worked at a museum, you would appreciate something traditional.”

“That was very thoughtful of you. The poem was lovely, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He was silent for a short moment, then ventured: “I mean what I wrote on the card. I really hope to see you again. May I?”

Kagome could feel her cheeks heating up with the rising blush. “Yes. I’d like that.”

“Perfect,” he replied, his voice near a purr. “How about dinner tomorrow night? If you’re free?”

“Sure. That sounds good,” Kagome told him, as the butterflies erupted anew.

The man certainly didn’t waste any time, did he?

But then, it wasn’t like Kagome minded.

“Excellent. What type of food do you prefer? Japanese, Italian, French? Chinese?”

“Japanese food is fine,” she replied, glad that he was taking her preferences into account.

“Japanese it will be, then. I’ll make reservations and get back to you with the details.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said. “Bye for now.”

“Bye.”

Kagome hung up and pressed her hand to her chest.

That had gone better than she could’ve hoped for. 

Nishiwaki-san had been thoughtful and made no effort to hide his interest in her.

He’d already surprised her with the poem and the flowers – she’d assumed he believed such sentimentalities silly because although Nishiwaki-san had been the soul of courtesy during the lunch there was this… air around him. 

Aura, maybe?

Something, in any case, that Kagome couldn’t quite put her finger on, but which made Nishiwaki-san appear intimidating.

She was glad he had proven her assumptions wrong and shown he wasn’t averse to romantic gestures.

Glancing back at the phone, Kagome’s thoughts turned to her date tomorrow.

She would have to call Sango; she’d want an update on this new development and Kagome needed wardrobe advice.

Anticipation tingling in her gut, her lips stretched into a smile that seemed to be there to stay, Kagome called her friend.

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