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Title: First Season Horrors
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #67 Night Will Never Stay
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. AU.
His hand was closed around hers, an odd comfort from such a cold man. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her crying like a little girl, for she wasn’t. A little girl, that is. Her hair was knotted on the top of her head and she was out for her first ever London Season. Yet here she was, crying like a little girl out on the terrace. How so very unbecoming!
But, truly, it wasn’t her fault. She was seventeen, it was her first time in London, and she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to act. Of course she fell for the first man to bestow any sort of affection on her. That man was Miroku. Only seconds after complimenting her and, dare she saw it, allowing him a kiss, he dropped her for a prettier girl. It didn’t help, of course, that she ruined any future prospects by punching this man in the face as her father had taught her to do.
Few women had any sympathy for her at all as Miroku was a well-liked flirt among married and single women alike. If her best friend, Kagome, were at Almack’s, she would know exactly what to do, but as it were she was out with a cold. And so she bounded towards the terrace, wanting only to be alone.
Alone wasn’t in the cards for her, it turned out. Kagome’s fiancée’s half-brother, Sesshomaru, was out on the terrace also. To say that she didn’t like the fact would have been an understatement. The moment she saw the silver-haired man, she had felt a strange… attraction. The fact was not in the least helped by the fact that he was cold and uncaring. Why, her first dinner in the city, he had told her she was unworthy of his time! All through dinner he had glared at her as if she were the most vile, repulsive thing he had ever seen! During the dances he ignored and insulted her.
But now, as strange as it seemed, he was comforting her in a very… caring fashion. This was despite the fact that he said nothing.
“Lord Sesshomaru, I-“
He turned his glare onto her. So much for comforting. “Stupid woman. Clearly that man had no interest in you besides for his own wants.”
Sango glared right back, “Well I know that now!”
“You should have known before.”
“How,” she exploded, “Do you suppose I was supposed to know?! And what, have you been watching me or something?”
Sesshomaru was strangely quiet. Or, perhaps it wasn’t so strange considering how silent he usually was. But Sango was annoyed. He seemed to completely ignore her as he stared at the gardens; his face basked in the moonlight.
“What do you want, my lord?”
He looked at her now, taking in her sarcasm and anger. Finally he did something unexpected. He smiled at her. It was barely noticeable and nothing more than slight upturned lips. Somehow though, Sango found herself grinning back.
“Do you have an answer for me?”
He still stared at her, then, seemingly realizing something, he hastily broke away, “You don’t need him.”
“Indeed, I thought we just went through this. I know that now.”
The small smile returned. He raised her hand carefully to his lips, “Then I ask you to dance.”
Sango felt her heart lift slightly. It was stupid she tried to tell herself. He was still the same Sesshomaru. But something in her made her accept his invitation and she swung out onto the dance floor. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.
The night started to fall away, leaving a breezy dawn before the ball was over. Sango never wanted it to end.
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #67 Night Will Never Stay
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. AU.
His hand was closed around hers, an odd comfort from such a cold man. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her crying like a little girl, for she wasn’t. A little girl, that is. Her hair was knotted on the top of her head and she was out for her first ever London Season. Yet here she was, crying like a little girl out on the terrace. How so very unbecoming!
But, truly, it wasn’t her fault. She was seventeen, it was her first time in London, and she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to act. Of course she fell for the first man to bestow any sort of affection on her. That man was Miroku. Only seconds after complimenting her and, dare she saw it, allowing him a kiss, he dropped her for a prettier girl. It didn’t help, of course, that she ruined any future prospects by punching this man in the face as her father had taught her to do.
Few women had any sympathy for her at all as Miroku was a well-liked flirt among married and single women alike. If her best friend, Kagome, were at Almack’s, she would know exactly what to do, but as it were she was out with a cold. And so she bounded towards the terrace, wanting only to be alone.
Alone wasn’t in the cards for her, it turned out. Kagome’s fiancée’s half-brother, Sesshomaru, was out on the terrace also. To say that she didn’t like the fact would have been an understatement. The moment she saw the silver-haired man, she had felt a strange… attraction. The fact was not in the least helped by the fact that he was cold and uncaring. Why, her first dinner in the city, he had told her she was unworthy of his time! All through dinner he had glared at her as if she were the most vile, repulsive thing he had ever seen! During the dances he ignored and insulted her.
But now, as strange as it seemed, he was comforting her in a very… caring fashion. This was despite the fact that he said nothing.
“Lord Sesshomaru, I-“
He turned his glare onto her. So much for comforting. “Stupid woman. Clearly that man had no interest in you besides for his own wants.”
Sango glared right back, “Well I know that now!”
“You should have known before.”
“How,” she exploded, “Do you suppose I was supposed to know?! And what, have you been watching me or something?”
Sesshomaru was strangely quiet. Or, perhaps it wasn’t so strange considering how silent he usually was. But Sango was annoyed. He seemed to completely ignore her as he stared at the gardens; his face basked in the moonlight.
“What do you want, my lord?”
He looked at her now, taking in her sarcasm and anger. Finally he did something unexpected. He smiled at her. It was barely noticeable and nothing more than slight upturned lips. Somehow though, Sango found herself grinning back.
“Do you have an answer for me?”
He still stared at her, then, seemingly realizing something, he hastily broke away, “You don’t need him.”
“Indeed, I thought we just went through this. I know that now.”
The small smile returned. He raised her hand carefully to his lips, “Then I ask you to dance.”
Sango felt her heart lift slightly. It was stupid she tried to tell herself. He was still the same Sesshomaru. But something in her made her accept his invitation and she swung out onto the dance floor. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.
The night started to fall away, leaving a breezy dawn before the ball was over. Sango never wanted it to end.