Morning Person by aimee_blue [drabble#155]
Title: Morning Person
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Wiggle
Words: 200
Rating: T
Genre: Humour
Summary: CU. Sesshoumaru's derisive comment sparks an unexpected response.
It wasn’t often Sesshoumaru regretted something. Yet, as he stared down at his lapful of irately wiggling miko, he couldn’t help but class his earlier words to the half-breed as rather... hasty.
He’d happened across his brother’s ragtag group as they went about their daily routine. His half-brother was attempting to rouse the sleeping miko, who appeared to be sleeping on a strange futon that looked like a giant red caterpillar.
Finally, after many moments of gently shaking the miko’s shoulder, the hanyou had snapped. Grabbing the end of the miko’s sleeping arrangement; he upended it, dumping her on the cold earth. The little miko shrieked, “Sit!”
Crack.
Faintly amused, Sesshoumaru had sat on a felled log and snidely remarked on Inuyasha’s inability to control Kagome. Expecting some kind of retaliation, he was nonetheless surprised when his half-brother dropped Kagome onto his lap.
“Fine, you deal with her!”
Blue eyes met golden. Kagome hissed, Sesshoumaru growled, instinctively tightening his grip on the wriggling girl.
“Let me go,” she threatened.
Nonplussed by the threat, Sesshoumaru held her tighter. She wouldn’t dare raise her hand to him.
The taiyokai shuddered as livid miko ki washed over him.
Kagome laughed mischievously. “Socket hair!”
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Wiggle
Words: 200
Rating: T
Genre: Humour
Summary: CU. Sesshoumaru's derisive comment sparks an unexpected response.
It wasn’t often Sesshoumaru regretted something. Yet, as he stared down at his lapful of irately wiggling miko, he couldn’t help but class his earlier words to the half-breed as rather... hasty.
He’d happened across his brother’s ragtag group as they went about their daily routine. His half-brother was attempting to rouse the sleeping miko, who appeared to be sleeping on a strange futon that looked like a giant red caterpillar.
Finally, after many moments of gently shaking the miko’s shoulder, the hanyou had snapped. Grabbing the end of the miko’s sleeping arrangement; he upended it, dumping her on the cold earth. The little miko shrieked, “Sit!”
Crack.
Faintly amused, Sesshoumaru had sat on a felled log and snidely remarked on Inuyasha’s inability to control Kagome. Expecting some kind of retaliation, he was nonetheless surprised when his half-brother dropped Kagome onto his lap.
“Fine, you deal with her!”
Blue eyes met golden. Kagome hissed, Sesshoumaru growled, instinctively tightening his grip on the wriggling girl.
“Let me go,” she threatened.
Nonplussed by the threat, Sesshoumaru held her tighter. She wouldn’t dare raise her hand to him.
The taiyokai shuddered as livid miko ki washed over him.
Kagome laughed mischievously. “Socket hair!”