Ridiculous Superstition by mynightshining

Ridiculous Superstition

Summary: 

"I’m supposed to make an entrance.”

“Trust, this One,” his lips are somewhere between a smile and smirk, and his golden eyes glitter with mischief. “You will.”

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Author's Notes: It's Day 3 of SessKag Week 2021! This is my first time participating in something like this, so I'm really excited to publish some works, but also read what everyone else has created!

Since this is my first time, I had to set up some rules for myself (because I was getting carried away with very little time on my hands).

- Fics will be set in cannon, but will diverge.
- Fics will be short, no word limit, but no massive one-shots (like I was planning to do)
- Fics will be stream of consciousness writing with very little editing or futzing
- Only use color as the main prompt, and if I happen to include the others, then it's a happy accident.

I'm not as happy with this one as I am with my previous submissions, but I promised myself I wouldn't futz.

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A Ridiculous Supersition

Prompt: Red

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Kagome stands in front of her mirror, admiring the ivory kimonos that adorn her frame. Weaved and embroidered with gold and silver threads, the crest of the House of the Crescent Moon – a plum blossom motif encompassed by hexagons – decorates the lapels of the top-most layer and glimmers in the late afternoon sun.

Suddenly a shadow falls over her, and in the mirror, she witnesses the backlit visage of her mate-to-be hovering just beyond her balcony.

"Sesshomaru!” She screeches, crouching down in an attempt to hide herself. “You can't be here! Don’t look!"

"A ridiculous superstition,” his sinful, smooth bass intones. “I desire to see my mate."

Kagome glares at him from over her shoulder, equally touched and annoyed by his declaration.

"I'm not officially your mate yet."

"You are already in everything that matters to me.”

“That’s sweet,” she says nonchalantly. Meanwhile, her heart hammers at his words. Love and affection for him surge throughout her chest.

It’s at this moment she realizes he’s not going to leave any time soon, so she gives up and unfolds herself. He’s already seen most of her kimono by now anyway. She turns to face him, and walks the expanse of her balcony to meet him. Sesshomaru remains floating upon his cloud of yoki just beyond the banister. It reminds her of a story she loved as a child; he, the street rat turned prince, urging her to accompany him on his magic flying carpet, and she, the beautiful princess, falling madly in love with him against all odds – when, in reality, the opposite was much closer to the truth.

Instead of ceremonial robes, he wears the same garb he wore when they met. He hasn’t had need to wear it for some time now, and seeing him in the billowing white silk, dark armor, with mokomoko draped across his shoulder again twists something deep within Kagome. Something a little painful, but mostly pleasurable. Her breath catches as she takes him in; he’s stunningly handsome with the sunlight creating a halo of light around him. An image of him encased in moonlight, perched on the shoulder of a giant oni dances across her vision. Sometimes it’s hard for her to reconcile the being who once tried to kill her with the one in front of her now: the one who loves her, who shared his lifespan with her, who has become her partner and equal in life, and who wishes to raise their future children together.

Leaning her hips against the banister, she reaches out to him, and tucks a stray strand of silver hair behind one of his beautifully pointed ears. A stripped hand grasps hers before she can pull away, pressing it to his cheek. He smiles, and it’s just as bright as the sun behind them.

“But why are you really sneaking away from our ceremony to hover at my balcony?"

His smile drops before he places a lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist.

"I am unaccustomed to being surrounded by so many others that I am not supposed to kill. It is... unnerving."

Kagome laughs, and the sound is like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

In that moment, something behind her catches his attention. The yoki cloud lifts him up and over the banister to step gracefully onto the wooden floors. Two long strides and he’s standing in front of an elaborate kakeshita.

The silk itself is vibrant crimson. The hems and sleeves are decorated with the symbols of his – their – house, but it’s the embroidering on the back that holds his gaze. In white, silver, and magenta threads his true form dances above another inu yokai, this one black with white and green accents and cerulean eyes, a shimmering pink jewel hovering between them.

“It’s us,” Kagome says as she stands beside him.

“Hn.”

Alabaster knuckles trace the edge of the threads, careful to avoid snagging claws on the beautiful silk.

"You weren't supposed to see it until the ceremony."

"I would not have had a chance to truly appreciate the craftsmanship," he swallows, “nor the meaning.”

Kagome places her hand on his left arm – the one he lost because of her, the one that has returned because of her.

“Help me put it on?”

“It would be my honor, mate.”

More gentle than she’s ever seen him, he pulls the kakeshita from its stand. He guides it over her arms and onto her shoulders. Lethal hands tenderly adjust the collar. Once the garment is settled to his liking, he meets her gaze.

He’s about to speak when a knock on the shoji screen of Kagome’s bedroom interrupts.

“Kagome?” It’s Sango, waiting to take her down to Inuyasha who has agreed to walk her down the aisle. “Are you ready? It’s almost time.”

“Just a moment!”

Sesshomaru takes her hand and pulls her flush against him.

“Come,” he says as yoki begins to cloud at their feet.

“But I’m supposed to make an entrance.”

“Trust, this One,” his lips are somewhere between a smile and smirk, and his golden eyes glitter with mischief. “You will.”

Wind whips her onyx hair as they launch off the balcony. The shoji screen opens to reveal an only slightly surprised Sango as she catches a last glimpse of them before they begin their dazzling decent to ooo’s and awe’s of the crowded courtyard.

From afar Inuyasha’s voice carries, “Hey, you bastard! That was supposed to be my job!”