#but i feel like they’d wanna keep surge and kit alive still for potential later use in both IDW and maybe speed battle or smth

[twigwing]

pacing around like a little beast. wrroough. harooourf. i’ll blow up no matter what the conclusion of the surge & kit arc is but i rreeeeeeeeally hope they get reformed… or at least just become characters like rough and tumble but more threatening. if they stay as antagonists i’d be perfectly content. but if they get reformed (or at least declawed and stop trying to kill everyone)… the character study potential for surge & tails and sonic & kit teamups… aghhGRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[chierafied]

Do I Remind You of Somewhere You Wanna Be - Part 6 (FIN) (SKW2021D6)

Day 7 - Purple / Free Day

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Previous Part

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I Could Get Used to Your Company

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He'd woken her up with kisses. Slow and languid, until the connection between them had sparked and the mood had surged to an urgent need.

Now, an hour or so later, Kagome was sitting at the kitchen table, a teacup in her hands. Sunlight was streaming in through the paper screen wall and she was snuggled up in a borrowed purple kimono that smelled like Sesshoumaru.

She felt loose and sated, her muscles sore in the most delicious way. And she couldn’t help but grin every time she caught sight of the lovebite on Sesshoumaru’s neck. Which was fairly often, as she was watching him putter around the kitchen with rapt attention.

For one, it was curious seeing him both navigate such modern contraptions like the coffee machine and toaster and be engaged in such a domestic task as putting together a breakfast. The fact that he was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants didn’t hurt either, his broad back a wonderful display of lean muscle.

Kagome sipped her tea, thinking that she could get used to mornings like this. She didn’t know what this thing between her and Sesshoumaru really was. She knew that her feelings towards him didn’t run as deep as his did towards her. She knew it was much too soon for her to speak of romance. But the potential was there, so tangible she could almost see it shimmer in the air between them.

She was also half-in-love with Sesshoumaru’s house. It was old, built in the traditional style. Just big enough, it had a bright, fully modern kitchen. A spacious bathroom complete with an old-fashioned wooden bathtub and a proper shower. A big Japanese style room in which they’d slept on a futon last night, as Sesshoumaru didn’t own a bed. A small tatami-matted study, where on a traditional low table sat a very high-end contemporary laptop.

Done with the breakfast preparations, Sesshoumaru walked over to the table and set down a serving of toast and fruit and miso soup. Kagome met his eyes and smiled. Just like this moment here and now, the house itself was a perfect blend of the past and the present.

And while that connection to the past was a welcome comfort, the ache was gone. For the first time in a very long time, Kagome didn’t yearn to be anywhere but here and now.

With Sesshoumaru.

He sat down across from her and offered her a smile. It was brief but sweet and it took Kagome’s breath away to have him gaze at her with such unexpected tenderness.

Even with everything that had happened between them in the last twelve hours, it was hard to fathom that Sesshoumaru could have been harbouring feelings for her for such a long time. But now, she was starting to believe it. How could she not, when he sat there, smiling at her, his youki snaking in the air to brush against her spine.

They focused on their breakfast, eating in companionable silence. He had a steady, calm presence, his was a company Kagome felt no need to fill with chatter. With him, she could simply be.

Finally, as she was sipping her second cup of tea and he was finishing his coffee, Kagome spoke.

“So… do we have any plans for today?”

“Nothing in particular. My schedule is very free. Is there anything you want to do?”

“Not really. I was just wondering.” Kagome took a sip of her tea, then tilted her head. “So what do you do exactly? Do you have a job?”

Sesshoumaru shrugged. “I read a lot. Go out on walks. I like to cook. I don’t have a job as such, but I fiddle with finance.”

“Finance?” Kagome echoed. She wondered why she was so surprised by that.

“Yes. I managed a few investment portfolios, including my own.”

“I suppose you like maths,” Kagome muttered into her tea, caught between exasperation and amusement.

“Immensely,” he replied. “What do you do?”

“I help out at my family’s shrine and work as a tour guide at one of the more famous shrines in Tokyo.”

Sesshoumaru’s grin was so wide his fangs gleamed. “A miko in truth.”

“I guess so,” Kagome said, the corner of her lips curving up in reply.

“Well, as we are on the topic of shrines, should you wish to do something today, we could go and visit Inariyama,” Sesshoumaru suggested. “That was your intention originally, yes? Before we got… sidetracked.”

Sidetracked, indeed!  Kagome shook her head at his smug tone. She’d forgotten all about Inariyama shrine and Marutomi-san.

“It was, yeah. That’s why I came here, to begin with. To meet Marutomi-san.”

Sesshoumaru’s youki flared and he stood at attention.

“Marutomi-san?”

“Yeah, he’s an old friend of my grandfather’s. We’re… penpals of sort. He used to correspond with my grandfather, and I kind of took up the mantle of letter-writing after my grandfather passed.”

Sesshoumaru blinked. Stared at her long and hard, his golden gaze steady.

“The kitsune has been corresponding with you? And knew your grandfather?”

Kagome’s heart skipped a beat or two, her breath stalled in her lungs.

“Kit– Marutomi-san is a youkai?! A kitsune?!”

Sesshoumaru shook his head. “No, Kagome. He is your kitsune.”

“My…?” Tears burned in Kagome’s eyes as she clutched her chest with a trembling hand.

“He goes by Marutomi Shichirou, currently, but the kanji he uses have not changed, though he’s made some additions,” Sesshoumaru explained, his expression wry. “Such as borrowing one of my own.”

The world blurred as the tears started to spill. And then she laughed. A sound that was one part a sob and all parts incredulous.

“Shippou. Marutomi-san is Shippou.”

Sesshoumaru nodded.

Kagome reached across the table, grasped his hand in hers.

“Can we go? Please?”

“Of course. We can go right now if you wish.”

Kagome wiped her tears away with shaky fingers “Thank you. Yes, I’d love to go.”

“Before we do, there is one thing you should know,” Sesshoumaru said.

“What is it?” Kagome asked. Nothing would keep her away now, knowing that Shippou was alive and well.

“Inariyama is not truly a shrine. It is more of a gateway,” he told her.

“A gateway to where?” Kagome asked, intrigued.

“To a sanctuary. A community where youkai who cannot or will not live among humans reside in secret.”

Kagome bit her lip.

“Will I be able to visit?”

“Of course.” Sesshoumaru squeezed her hand, then brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss over her knuckles. “You will be fine with me.”

Kagome’s heart swelled. Tears threatened again, though this time for a wholly different reason.

She slid her hand from his, then jumped from her chair and walked around the table. She wrapped her arms tight around him, buried her face into the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against the lovebite she’d left on him.

“I know,” she breathed against his skin, as Sesshoumaru’s warm hand settled on her hip, as his fingers soothingly stroked her sleep-tangled hair. She tilted her head to meet his eyes, to give him a brilliant smile.

She did not know what the future would bring, what feelings might still develop. But she knew that she was looking towards the future now, no longer stealing yearning glances at the past. And most importantly, she knew where she wanted to be – and with whom.

“I’ll be fine with you,” Kagome agreed, the simple words a promise.

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The End.