Shopping
Title: The Demon Market
Author ginnekomiko
Prompt: #107 shopping
POV: Sessmom
Rating: K
Word Count:300
Summary: The Lady of the West takes her sons shopping.
Part of this (I'm also on AO3 now.)
The Lady of the West held tightly to the hands of her two children. She had not wanted to bring them along to the Demon Market, but circumstances were such that she could not trust the two alone.
Sesshomaru scowled as his mother led him along by the hand. InuYasha trailed behind her, trying to stay hidden. Heads turned every time they passed a shopping stall.
"Isn't that?" or, "I heard..."
The rumors buzzed like insects. Such small and annoying sounds.
"Why did we have to bring him along?" her son asked glancing behind him.
"Because," she said gently, "You went too far with your roughhousing."
"It wasn't my fault!" Sesshomaru snapped. "That dumb half-blood he-!"
She let go of her son's hand for just a moment and delivered a firm bonk to his head.
"Ow!"
"Whatever grievances you may have, you must never air them publicly, is that clear?"
"Yes mother," her son muttered.
"InuYasha," she said in a soft command.
"Yes, lady?" his small voice answered.
"Come here."
Swiftly, shyly, he darted from behind her skirts to stand before her.
She smiled at his obedience. He was nervous, but attentive. She bent down and picked him up.
He gave a small gasp. "Ah!"
"Mother!" Sesshomaru demanded.
She shot her son a warning look.
"Lady... ah, don't... trouble yourself," InuYasha muttered.
"I will not let their words hold power over me," she whispered. "You may not be of my blood, but you were still my choice. Let them see I feel no shame."
"So you don't... hate me?" he murmered.
"No. I asked for you, remember? Rest now, Sesshomaru won't bother you while you sleep near me."
She carried the sleeping boy over her shoulder all throughout the rest of the Demon Market. The whispering stopped.
Author ginnekomiko
Prompt: #107 shopping
POV: Sessmom
Rating: K
Word Count:300
Summary: The Lady of the West takes her sons shopping.
Part of this (I'm also on AO3 now.)
The Lady of the West held tightly to the hands of her two children. She had not wanted to bring them along to the Demon Market, but circumstances were such that she could not trust the two alone.
Sesshomaru scowled as his mother led him along by the hand. InuYasha trailed behind her, trying to stay hidden. Heads turned every time they passed a shopping stall.
"Isn't that?" or, "I heard..."
The rumors buzzed like insects. Such small and annoying sounds.
"Why did we have to bring him along?" her son asked glancing behind him.
"Because," she said gently, "You went too far with your roughhousing."
"It wasn't my fault!" Sesshomaru snapped. "That dumb half-blood he-!"
She let go of her son's hand for just a moment and delivered a firm bonk to his head.
"Ow!"
"Whatever grievances you may have, you must never air them publicly, is that clear?"
"Yes mother," her son muttered.
"InuYasha," she said in a soft command.
"Yes, lady?" his small voice answered.
"Come here."
Swiftly, shyly, he darted from behind her skirts to stand before her.
She smiled at his obedience. He was nervous, but attentive. She bent down and picked him up.
He gave a small gasp. "Ah!"
"Mother!" Sesshomaru demanded.
She shot her son a warning look.
"Lady... ah, don't... trouble yourself," InuYasha muttered.
"I will not let their words hold power over me," she whispered. "You may not be of my blood, but you were still my choice. Let them see I feel no shame."
"So you don't... hate me?" he murmered.
"No. I asked for you, remember? Rest now, Sesshomaru won't bother you while you sleep near me."
She carried the sleeping boy over her shoulder all throughout the rest of the Demon Market. The whispering stopped.