InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Spring Breeze ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Liesie 
This little ficlet is based on a fanart I once saw by Devikuro on deviantart. 'Twas just too funny too pass up.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.17.2007 | Updated On: 09.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 236 | Visits: 470 | Status: Completed
This little ficlet is based on a fanart I once saw by Devikuro on deviantart. 'Twas just too funny too pass up.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.17.2007 | Updated On: 09.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 236 | Visits: 470 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and the stuff that goes along with it aren't mine; Rumiko Takahashi invented them before I could process the copyrights.
Gold mingled with red as the sun converged upon the tops of the distant trees. A lone figure stood in contemplative silence and watched the bright spectacle. If he concentrated, his pointed ears could discern the distant berating of a small girl by an even smaller toad. Quiet, Jaken. She is perfectly capable of remaining impervious to the current when the stream is ankle deep. Breathing deeply, Sesshomaru returned his attention to the sunset.
A light breeze swept through the adjacent forest, stirring up fallen leaves and rustling branches in its wake. The wind reached his hair and ruffled the short locks above his forehead slightly, carrying the soft fragrance of mimosa to his nose. It softly caressed his face and moved gently over his chest, circling around to blow a few silver strands over his broad shoulders. Suddenly, the zephyr blew forcefully on Sesshomaru's hindquarters, so much so that, had his eyes been closed, it might have been a hand.
His eyes widened imperceptibly before narrowing. "Kagura, stop groping me."
A/N: I know there's no mimosa in feudal Japan; I just wrote it there because I happen to like the scent. Sorry.
Gold mingled with red as the sun converged upon the tops of the distant trees. A lone figure stood in contemplative silence and watched the bright spectacle. If he concentrated, his pointed ears could discern the distant berating of a small girl by an even smaller toad. Quiet, Jaken. She is perfectly capable of remaining impervious to the current when the stream is ankle deep. Breathing deeply, Sesshomaru returned his attention to the sunset.
A light breeze swept through the adjacent forest, stirring up fallen leaves and rustling branches in its wake. The wind reached his hair and ruffled the short locks above his forehead slightly, carrying the soft fragrance of mimosa to his nose. It softly caressed his face and moved gently over his chest, circling around to blow a few silver strands over his broad shoulders. Suddenly, the zephyr blew forcefully on Sesshomaru's hindquarters, so much so that, had his eyes been closed, it might have been a hand.
His eyes widened imperceptibly before narrowing. "Kagura, stop groping me."
A/N: I know there's no mimosa in feudal Japan; I just wrote it there because I happen to like the scent. Sorry.