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Title: Deeper In
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #55 Impulse
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This suffers AU-ish ness. Be prepared.
Carefully she watched him sweep his beautiful silver hair over his shoulder, his movement barely visible. Sango knew that it was silly to watch this man; there was no way in the seven hells that she could ever have him, but she watched anyway. He knew what he was doing, that much was obvious. From the way he carried himself full of dignity and pride, to the way he wielded his sword, he represented all things that a taijiya village should. Except for one small fact. He was a demon.
The fifteen-year-old turned herself away from watching his practice as beautiful as it was. She aspired to fight like him one day. She was also immensely jealous of his abilities. His demon qualities gave him the swiftness and strength that humans lacked and would never be able to match.
Slowly she started to walk back to her own hut, glancing back at him as she did so. In the distance she could hear her mother calling; the wash needed to be taken out sometime. And, of course, as the next in line for the household when her mother died, she needed to learn not just the fighting skills of a taijiya, but the household skills that every woman needed to survive in this world.
A couple of girls giggled as she passed. “Does she really think that she has a chance?”
Of course they were talking about the obvious crush she had on their resident demon. ‘No, I don’t,’ Sango thought to herself, then sighed and looked down at the ground. ‘No one has a chance with him.’ If these girls thought that he would choose any of them to be his bride, they were sadly mistaken, that much she knew. He was a demon, and although he had lived with humans most of his nineteen years, he would more than likely take on a demon bride. A bride that could keep up with his skills as no human could.
Sighing, she turned away and walked into her hut, where she proceeded to get lectured by her mother on the importance of keeping up with all the tasks that the woman had to handle as lady of a household. In truth, she saw no lady in herself. With a final glance towards the demon still practicing, she carried the basket of laundry to the river.
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There was a slight rustle of clothing as Sango listened to the sounds of the outside world. Banquets were a great honor, but she had dishonored her own family at the banquet this evening. She had refused the marriage proposal of a young king. He seemed to be very much in love with her, but she was not with him. ‘You’re seventeen now!’ She remembered her fathers words like a knife to her heart, ‘It’s time you started acting like it!’
But, although neither of them would speak it out loud, both knew exactly what the other was thinking. Sango would never marry unless it was him. And she didn’t stand a chance.
Her door opened and she lifted her head towards the light pouring in. Her eyes met vibrant but cold gold and she forced herself to look down, “Do you dishonor your family on purpose? Do you have nothing else to do with your time but make them miserable?”
“Of course I do!” She yelled back. How dare he treat her like she was just being a naughty child caught playing a cruel trick on the other children. “I wish to honor them in any way, but I cannot allow myself to marry a man I do not love!”
“I see.” His voice was as cool and distant as it usually was, but there seemed to be more depth to it. There was a click and she heard the door slide shut, leaving her to suffer in solitude. For a few seconds she wondered what that had been all about, but she let the thought drift and fell into a fitful sleep.
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The next day she fared no better. The more she watched the handsome demon Sesshomaru, the more she found herself wanting him. Then, she realized that something was off. Not only was she watching him, but also he was watching her. But instead of anything she would call bedroom eyes, he was watching her in a way that told her that he was calculating her abilities and it made her so embarrassed that she forced herself to look away. Maybe she should have taken the proposal of the young king. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the longing and pain she felt for this demon. Swiftly, she left the lunch table, clearing her things and put them in the basket that they put their things they needed washed in.
To her surprise, and embarrassment, Sesshomaru followed her. “You do not love him.” He stated from behind her.
Sango whipped around, “Of course not,” she replied with her eyes wide.
“Then are you in love?”
She carefully thought about her answer before replying, “Yes.” It had been two years since she first found herself admiring the demon, then a girl just entering the stages of a ‘crush’. Slowly she had learned to admire from afar (she had thought that she had mastered watching him when he wasn’t looking, but that proved false today), and being his companion when close. It made a strange combination, but she thought that it worked.
“Who?”
He seemed urgent, but Sango forced herself to reply, “And why is that any of your concern, Sesshomaru-sama?”
He paused slightly, contemplating his own answer, “Anything that involves you is my concern.”
From a normal standpoint, that could have been taken as romantic, but she knew Sesshomaru. Swiftly, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then blushed and turned around, “Don’t say things like that,” she ordered.
When she went to walk away, he caught onto her wrist, just for a moment, and she felt his claws sinking in. Then, he let go and let her walk away. They both knew that something would happen in the future. Sango just wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it, no matter how attracted to the demon lord she was.
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #55 Impulse
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This suffers AU-ish ness. Be prepared.
Carefully she watched him sweep his beautiful silver hair over his shoulder, his movement barely visible. Sango knew that it was silly to watch this man; there was no way in the seven hells that she could ever have him, but she watched anyway. He knew what he was doing, that much was obvious. From the way he carried himself full of dignity and pride, to the way he wielded his sword, he represented all things that a taijiya village should. Except for one small fact. He was a demon.
The fifteen-year-old turned herself away from watching his practice as beautiful as it was. She aspired to fight like him one day. She was also immensely jealous of his abilities. His demon qualities gave him the swiftness and strength that humans lacked and would never be able to match.
Slowly she started to walk back to her own hut, glancing back at him as she did so. In the distance she could hear her mother calling; the wash needed to be taken out sometime. And, of course, as the next in line for the household when her mother died, she needed to learn not just the fighting skills of a taijiya, but the household skills that every woman needed to survive in this world.
A couple of girls giggled as she passed. “Does she really think that she has a chance?”
Of course they were talking about the obvious crush she had on their resident demon. ‘No, I don’t,’ Sango thought to herself, then sighed and looked down at the ground. ‘No one has a chance with him.’ If these girls thought that he would choose any of them to be his bride, they were sadly mistaken, that much she knew. He was a demon, and although he had lived with humans most of his nineteen years, he would more than likely take on a demon bride. A bride that could keep up with his skills as no human could.
Sighing, she turned away and walked into her hut, where she proceeded to get lectured by her mother on the importance of keeping up with all the tasks that the woman had to handle as lady of a household. In truth, she saw no lady in herself. With a final glance towards the demon still practicing, she carried the basket of laundry to the river.
-------
There was a slight rustle of clothing as Sango listened to the sounds of the outside world. Banquets were a great honor, but she had dishonored her own family at the banquet this evening. She had refused the marriage proposal of a young king. He seemed to be very much in love with her, but she was not with him. ‘You’re seventeen now!’ She remembered her fathers words like a knife to her heart, ‘It’s time you started acting like it!’
But, although neither of them would speak it out loud, both knew exactly what the other was thinking. Sango would never marry unless it was him. And she didn’t stand a chance.
Her door opened and she lifted her head towards the light pouring in. Her eyes met vibrant but cold gold and she forced herself to look down, “Do you dishonor your family on purpose? Do you have nothing else to do with your time but make them miserable?”
“Of course I do!” She yelled back. How dare he treat her like she was just being a naughty child caught playing a cruel trick on the other children. “I wish to honor them in any way, but I cannot allow myself to marry a man I do not love!”
“I see.” His voice was as cool and distant as it usually was, but there seemed to be more depth to it. There was a click and she heard the door slide shut, leaving her to suffer in solitude. For a few seconds she wondered what that had been all about, but she let the thought drift and fell into a fitful sleep.
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The next day she fared no better. The more she watched the handsome demon Sesshomaru, the more she found herself wanting him. Then, she realized that something was off. Not only was she watching him, but also he was watching her. But instead of anything she would call bedroom eyes, he was watching her in a way that told her that he was calculating her abilities and it made her so embarrassed that she forced herself to look away. Maybe she should have taken the proposal of the young king. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the longing and pain she felt for this demon. Swiftly, she left the lunch table, clearing her things and put them in the basket that they put their things they needed washed in.
To her surprise, and embarrassment, Sesshomaru followed her. “You do not love him.” He stated from behind her.
Sango whipped around, “Of course not,” she replied with her eyes wide.
“Then are you in love?”
She carefully thought about her answer before replying, “Yes.” It had been two years since she first found herself admiring the demon, then a girl just entering the stages of a ‘crush’. Slowly she had learned to admire from afar (she had thought that she had mastered watching him when he wasn’t looking, but that proved false today), and being his companion when close. It made a strange combination, but she thought that it worked.
“Who?”
He seemed urgent, but Sango forced herself to reply, “And why is that any of your concern, Sesshomaru-sama?”
He paused slightly, contemplating his own answer, “Anything that involves you is my concern.”
From a normal standpoint, that could have been taken as romantic, but she knew Sesshomaru. Swiftly, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, then blushed and turned around, “Don’t say things like that,” she ordered.
When she went to walk away, he caught onto her wrist, just for a moment, and she felt his claws sinking in. Then, he let go and let her walk away. They both knew that something would happen in the future. Sango just wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it, no matter how attracted to the demon lord she was.