Drabble, Drab, Drabbles! by ToWriteLoveOnAPage

Prompte: Llama, Duck, Fuzzy, Funny, Cheesecake 1/23/2011

Prompt: Llama

Kagome had never spent much time around the two headed dragon that followed Sesshoumaru and his entourage like a conspicuous, green scaled shadow. Why would she, seeing as being around Ah Un inadvertently meant being around Sesshoumaru.

And Sesshoumaru was one of the few, callous individuals that had made her exclusive ‘avoid at all costs’ list.

But, it seemed, that Kagome was on a list of her own, the ‘unfortunate people that attract two-headed dragons’ list. A list that she really wished she could steal and black out her name. Well, that is if it weren’t purely a metaphorical list that she had created to explain just why in the heck Ah Un would have taken to following her around like a sad puppy. Because he had. And it was annoying. And creepy...and sort of sticky.

Ah Un spit. Mostly all over her, like some horrifically deformed llama, and she was sick of it. And Sesshoumaru, it seemed, was sick of tracking down his lost pet. 

Day after day Ah Un would come, and Sesshoumaru was never far behind, giving Kagome a harsh stare as she lectured him about keeping his pets on a leash, and babbling some nonsense about dry cleaning bills.

But as much as he tried to seem aloof and indifferent, the miko always saw his small smirk as he turned and led the beast away.

Sesshoumaru, the bastard that he was, was enjoying this.

Prompt: Duck

“Miko, duck,” Sesshoumaru said lazily as he flicked his wrist and a green acid whip sliced through a demon that had snuck up behind her.

Good thing she had listened, or her head would have joined the dismembered demon parts that now lay at her feet.

They were icky...and dead...like she could have been.

“Watch it!” She yelled, turning on him, her hands going to her hips. “You could have killed me!”

Sesshoumaru flicked his long, silver hair over his shoulder in a way so arrogant that Kagome had to resist the urge to stick out her tongue at him. “I still can, miko.”

“Oh-oh! You’re such a...jerk!” 

“Hn,” he murmured, his tone calculating. “A ‘jerk’ who just saved your pathetic life.”

As much as she wished to admit it, he was right. Kagome sighed. “Ok, well, what do you want in return for saving me, oh great lord Sesshoumaru.”

The look he gave her chilled her to the bone. It was intense, and hot, and oh so very predatory. “I am sure this Sesshoumaru can think of something, miko.”

Prompt 3: fuzzy

She hadn’t meant to, really she hadn’t. She did a lot of things she didn’t mean to, but he didn’t know that, and he wasn’t one to take the attitude ‘forgive and forget’.

No, his attitude was more like, ‘kill and then kill some more’. 

And Kagome was definitely going to die. Twice. Three times, if the look he was giving her was any indication. She totally deserved it. 

 Kagome Higurashi, Shikon miko from the future, had called lord Sesshoumaru ‘fuzzy’.

“Take it back,” The demon lord demanded, his voice colder than ice.  

The miko, transfixed by the giant, acid-drooling, fuzzy dog, was suddenly hit by a rebellious thought. She smirked, “but that would be a lie, Sesshoumaru-sama.”

And then she ran, giant fuzzy dog chasing after her as she alternated between terrified screams, and insane laughter. 

Prompt 4: Funny

Sesshoumaru, taiyoukai of the west, was not funny. He did not like funny, did not find things funny, did not laugh.

The demon lord’s laughter was a sound not even his parents had heard. They had always found him odd, thinking perhaps something was not quite right with their taciturn son, but little did they know that Sesshoumaru never laughed simply because he had not yet found something so funny that it was worthy of his laughter.

But now, in the soft light of approaching dawn, Kagome heard a small huff. Which turned into a snicker. And soon turned into an outright chuckle.

The miko jumped up, thinking something horribly wrong. After all, Sesshoumaru was laughing, the world had to be ending...or something. “What! What’s going on, what’s wrong?”

Sesshoumaru stilled for a moment, giving her quick glance. And then he guffawed. “Miko, your hair ⎯ snicker ⎯  is ridiculous.”

Kagome rolled her eyes and stomped away in a huff. My hair can’t be THAT bad, can it?

Prompt: Cheesecake

Kagome...was horrible at baking. She could incinerate demons, purify the most evil of shards, but when it came to some flour, sugar, and an oven...well, things went to hell.

“Flipity, flip, flip, FRICK!” Kagome swore as she burned yet ANOTHER finger. Why she couldn’t remember to put on oven mitts before trying to pull out the very hot pan from the oven she didn’t know, but she was going to end up in the hospital if she didn’t get out of the kitchen soon.

“Kagome?” Her mother called, rushing into the kitchen with a horrified look on her face. She eyed the sugar and cream cheese stained apron that her clumsy daughter wore and promptly ran back into the other room. When Kagome baked, it was a good idea to stay clear...especially when her daughter had the irritating habit of asking everyone to taste-test her work. 

“Ok mom, I’m leaving!” Kagome called, stripping off her apron and stuffing the cake-container in her bag. She waisted no time in running out the door and jumping down the well.

“Miko,” a very masculine, terrifying voice growled as soon as she found herself in the feudal era.

Curious, Kagome climbed up and out, eyeing her unlikely visitor. “Uh, yeah?”

The taiyoukai sneered. “I must insist that you return from what ever unfortunate place you come from, and take that awful odor with you.”

And with that he turned on his heel and left, leaving Kagome wondering why he was there in the first place..,he couldn’t have smelled her cooking and come to investigate, could he?

“It’s cheesecake, you jerk!” She huffed, feeling both angry and embarrassed. “And it’s not, awful!”