“Like this, Kagome-chan?” Kagome glanced down from the set of sparklers she’d been about to light. Beside her Rin stood, trailing her own lit sparkler in a hesitant line before her. Warmly, the miko smiled. “Yep, just like that, Rin-chan. If you make different motions, you can also see different shapes. Try drawing a circle.”

“How sparkly!” Shippo exclaimed, hopping down from Kirara’s back. “Is it magic?” From the tree branch above them Inuyasha scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. It’s just che-mi-cals,” he said, pronouncing the modern-era word with irritable deliberation. “And if you ask me, it’s too damn much.” “Well nobody did ask you, did they?” the kitsune shot back.

NOTE: Written for the SessKag monthly prompt, ‘Guard’     Below and to the left of him, the miko sat stock-still, her face white and knees folded stiffly beneath her. For close to ten minutes now, she had been frozen in this state, the basket she had been filling with various weeds long-since abandoned. From

It was a coincidence, he supposed. Or perhaps it had only begun as such. In truth, Sesshoumaru couldn’t remember when this routine had become established, or by whom—if in fact, one could call it a routine. It just hadn’t seemed worth noting at the time, and he had developed a habit over the centuries of

“Tell me again why we had to waste time slaying that necromancer,” Inuyasha grumbled, brushing a few stubborn bone fragments from his long silver hair. “He didn’t even have a single Jewel shard on him…” “It was the right thing to do, Inuyasha,” Kagome said righteously back. “He was praying on the innocent, turning their