InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stay Sweet ❯ Stay Sweet ( One-Shot )

A/N: This here is the sequel to Sweet Lady. It comes illness-inspired as I have been miserable with similar symptoms for the past few days, only mine stem from a throat/tonsil infection instead of sinusitis type crap. Anyway, it cheered me up a little to write this. Certainly a nice break from all my real life concerns, especially since I'm pretty much housebound and running out of distractions… and chocolate! Sorry… that's the fever talking. Thanks for reading, enjoy the story!

P.S. Cute illustration from AWTWB involving nudity coming soon to a Paper Demon near you!

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Stay Sweet

Everything hurt. Bleary eyes opened, the sideways view of the television, colors flashing, filling her sight. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was on Cinemax for the thousandth time, the waggle of Johnny Depp's ash-laden cigarette-holder bouncing between his lips as he spoke sparking a craving which grew ever undeniable. She fumbled for her cigarettes. Slender fingers touched the pack perched precariously on the arm of the sofa, knocking them on top of her head. She gathered them and the lighter that fell with them and opened the pack.

Cigarette lit and ashtray tucked beside her, she returned her attention to the lively images flickering on the television screen. A pale hand obstructed her vision momentarily, the cancer-stick plucked from her mouth and the word heyyy rasping from her throat. She glared at the way his amber eyes studied her, fire meeting ice in a stormy ocular standoff.

“You really shouldn't smoke when you're sick.” Sesshoumaru's almost irritatingly smooth tone sounded muffled in her clogged ears as she watched him extinguish her nicotine fix in the ashtray snatched from beside her.

“I'm an adult,” she croaked, glower still seething. “I can do what I want.”

“Kagura, listen to yourself. You sound awful.”

“You know, Doctor Sesshy, instead of standing there scolding me.” She fingered another smoke from her pack. “You could be getting me something to drink or heating up some soup or some shit.”

Sesshoumaru smiled slightly. “If you wanted me to play doctor, why didn't you just say so?”

Kagura lifted her aching head, unlit cigarette dangling from her lips. “Ooh, when did you grow a funny bone?”

He was never given to such comedic openings, but raised an eyebrow nonetheless at her innuendo.

“Listen.” Her eyes left his briefly as she absentmindedly thumbed the sparking mechanism on her lighter. “I'm going to have to take a rain check on that offer. I feel like complete shit.” The flame jumped from the mouth of the lighter before she realized her distracted fiddling had sparked it into existence. She touched the end of her cigarette to it and puffed, much to her partner's disapproval.

“Play doctor when you're well.” He seated himself in the crook between her stomach and legs, where her body bent against the back of the couch, and gathered the crumpled tissues strewn on the hardwood floor. “Makes about as much sense as your smoking with lurgy.”

“Ugh, will you cool it with the fatherly bullshit.” Kagura released the drag off her cigarette in a cloud wafting with noxious deliberation into her boyfriend's face. “Save it for Rin.”

Sesshoumaru waved the smoke from his face with a derisive cough. “Talking of Rin, she called. She wants to know how you're feeling.”

“Aw, isn't that just the sweetest? That's a great kid you got there.” She emphasized her point by shaking her cigarette at him between two fingers. “Do you know that?”

“Yes.” Sesshoumaru cleared his throat, piling his collection of snotrags unceremoniously on the coffee table. “Kagome said she can stay with her and InuYasha as long as she wants; said she's a real joy to have around.”

“As long as they don't mind taking her to school every day, she can hang out there until I'm better. I just don't want her to catch this junk. I feel like complete hell.” She found the way the smoke curled from the small cylindrical object protruding from between her fingers strangely hypnotic. No conclusion could be drawn from its hazy dance other than the fact she was feverish and the infection stifling her senses and burdening her airways with phlegm was going to her head.

“Yes, I believe that has been established.” A strong hand fell gently on her hip, smoothing up and down her blanket-clad body in a way that sent tingles running like jovial little elves up and down her spine. If the hypnotic tendrils of smoke weren't evidence enough, the analogy of jovial elves was stark proof her fever was frying her brain. She sank back to the couch cushion used to pillow her swimming head. “Kagura.” Though she knew her mate spoke it clearly, her name manifested as a murmur in her congestion. “Perhaps you should see an actual doctor.”

“I'm fine. Can you just turn this trippy shit off? What's on demand?”

Silence hung between them for a moment, the sensation from Sesshoumaru's subtle movements beside her soothing in her achy and disconnected state.

“How does Forrest Gump sound? Is that tangible enough for you?”

She put out her cigarette and set her smoking paraphernalia aside, turning on her back. “Sesshoumaru.”

He turned, his lack of expression more calming than even the sheer presence of his delectable rump pressing against her hip.

“Thank you.”

He didn't have to ask, `for what?' He knew. And she knew that he knew.

In an effort to de-germ it, she wiped her hand on her blanket, then touched the one holding the remote. “I'm sorry I'm such a bitch… I don't mean to be.” She loosed a ragged sigh. “You're too good to me.”

Sesshoumaru set the movie to begin and closed the remote in her hand. “Rest,” he said with a kiss to the top of her head. “I'll bring you some orange juice.”

“Thanks. You're sweet, and not like some kind of cheese,” Kagura grinned.

Her knight in silver hair patted her hand and stood, heading for the kitchen. “Sweet lady,” he sighed. “Stay sweet.”