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Title: Drunk With an Overgrown Dog
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #81 Sake
Rating: PG-13 (for drinking)
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This is the first in the Drinking trilogy.
Sesshomaru stared at the woman in front of him. Her face was flushed as she poured herself another glass of alcohol. She brought it to her lips and poured it down her throat.
He snorted in disgust, “You should stop drinking that, taijiya.”
The look she gave him would have been one to stop someone in fear, had she not been drunk, “Shut up.”
She grabbed the bottle of sake, dropped the cup, and headed out of the door of the crude hut. Sango took a long swig from the bottle and stumbled off. Sesshomaru followed her swaying form despite the fact that he knew he shouldn’t have cared. Something wouldn’t allow him to leave the taijiya alone.
Finally she collapsed to the ground, never relinquishing her hold on the bottle, “I don’t mind that he doesn’t want me,” she told the demon lord, “But he could have at least said something… sympathetic.”
He watched the girl through narrowed eyes. She was definitely drunk and the smell was overwhelming.
“Sit down you overgrown dog.”
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow. Under normal circumstances he would have felt angry with this human who acted so… rudely. He sat anyway.
“Stupid monk,” she shouted, “Don’t think for a second that I ever cared for you,” she quieted down, “I didn’t care for him. You know that, don’t you?”
“I couldn’t care less, onna,” he said.
“That’s what makes you so great. Big, badass demon. No one would ever break your heart.”
She rested her head on the ground and smiled sadly. Sesshomaru rested his gaze on her. She didn’t know, did she? She didn’t know how strong or admired she was. Nothing gave clues to how he felt… or how pained he felt when looking at her.
“No one would.” No. She definitely didn’t know.
Abruptly she sat up, her lips brushing against the skin of his cheek. Then Sango promptly fainted into his lap. After a few moments of thinking, he sat up and carried her back to her camp. She would never know.
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #81 Sake
Rating: PG-13 (for drinking)
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This is the first in the Drinking trilogy.
Sesshomaru stared at the woman in front of him. Her face was flushed as she poured herself another glass of alcohol. She brought it to her lips and poured it down her throat.
He snorted in disgust, “You should stop drinking that, taijiya.”
The look she gave him would have been one to stop someone in fear, had she not been drunk, “Shut up.”
She grabbed the bottle of sake, dropped the cup, and headed out of the door of the crude hut. Sango took a long swig from the bottle and stumbled off. Sesshomaru followed her swaying form despite the fact that he knew he shouldn’t have cared. Something wouldn’t allow him to leave the taijiya alone.
Finally she collapsed to the ground, never relinquishing her hold on the bottle, “I don’t mind that he doesn’t want me,” she told the demon lord, “But he could have at least said something… sympathetic.”
He watched the girl through narrowed eyes. She was definitely drunk and the smell was overwhelming.
“Sit down you overgrown dog.”
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow. Under normal circumstances he would have felt angry with this human who acted so… rudely. He sat anyway.
“Stupid monk,” she shouted, “Don’t think for a second that I ever cared for you,” she quieted down, “I didn’t care for him. You know that, don’t you?”
“I couldn’t care less, onna,” he said.
“That’s what makes you so great. Big, badass demon. No one would ever break your heart.”
She rested her head on the ground and smiled sadly. Sesshomaru rested his gaze on her. She didn’t know, did she? She didn’t know how strong or admired she was. Nothing gave clues to how he felt… or how pained he felt when looking at her.
“No one would.” No. She definitely didn’t know.
Abruptly she sat up, her lips brushing against the skin of his cheek. Then Sango promptly fainted into his lap. After a few moments of thinking, he sat up and carried her back to her camp. She would never know.