InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Puppy From the Past ❯ Picky Puppy ( Chapter 8 )

I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does. I make no money from these fics.

 

Picky Puppy by SunsetMiko [Drabble #42] - Dokuga_Contest on Livejournal

 

Theme: Linger

Rating: G

Warnings: Nothing really.

Word Count: 400

Summary: Sesshoumaru wants something but not enough to get it himself.

 

 

“Is there something you want?” Kagome asked in confusion. They had walked down this aisle five times already and he'd yet to touch anything! What in the world was he thinking?

 

Sesshoumaru didn't bother to reply, simply walking out of the aisle empty handed again. He refused to sink that low. Dog treats were one thing, but this… this was just too much.

 

-

 

She'd been watching him closely as he mingled at the dog park. Something was up with him but he wouldn't tell her what and it was driving her crazy. It was almost like he was pouting!

 

She saw him gazing lazily as a teen threw a ball for his cocker spaniel. She saw him glance absently at a Frisbee that flew past his head, followed by a Labrador in hot pursuit. Then she noticed that he seemed to be staring intently at a blood hound lying alone on the ground.

 

What was it about that dog? What was he looking at, studying even? And sure, of course he had puppy eyes in his current form, but she was certain she'd never seen such a look of longing, such a pitiful expression on his face before. She had to get a closer look.

 

Kagome walked up slowly, hoping that his current distraction would keep his attention long enough that she would have a chance to figure it out. As she approached she realized that the hound had something, something in its mouth.

 

It couldn't be! No, it wasn't possible that was what Sesshoumaru was so focused on. It had to be something else, but maybe…

 

-

 

“You know, you could have just said you wanted it. Hell, you could have bought it yourself,” Kagome said with a laugh.

 

Sesshoumaru lay in the middle of her bedroom floor with his newest acquisition, a surprise, a gift from his beloved and apparently very observant mate. Long arms and legs dangled from his mouth and a head poked out between his teeth. Every now and then when he squeezed it, the thing let out a very gratifying squeak, which was his favorite part.

 

Sure, he was a ruthless taiyoukai, demon Lord of the West, and feared by all in his time, but he was in her time and in her time he loved his squeaky monkey toy. He had only one complaint. Did she have to buy the pink one?