Muse

By RisuBento

Summary:

Sesshoumaru was a prodigy child….when it came to art….by the age of 3. He was drawing anything and everything he'd set his mind too. But when he'd invaded by the attention of his next door neighbor, he can't seem to get her out of his mind. So he draws her. Bad summary...better one later.

Prologue:

Rochester, Minnesota : October 29th, 1988

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"Sesshoumaru! Come down and meet the Higurashi's new baby!" Came a cheerful yell from downstairs.

Rolling his eyes and groaning in frustration, he threw down his Batman (I LOVE BATMAN!) comic and stood up from his bed. Thumping down the stairs in a lazy fashion, he came upon his dad, step-mom, and the Higurashi's holding a bundle of cloth.

Raising his eyebrows when he heard a gurgled cooing coming from the bundle, he prepared himself for the coming red-skinned, wrinkled beyond repair baby.

"There you are Sesshoumaru. Come on! Meet Kagome!" A very pregnant Izayoi smiled, reaching an arm out and gently settling it onto his back. Okay…he loved Izayoi like his own mother…not that he would ever 'love' his own mother seeing as how she'd ran off with some scam artist a few months after he'd been born---but he 'really' didn't like people touching him. It was SO wrong.

Slumping his shoulders and grumbling low, he reluctantly moved forward and peered down into the bundle in Mr. Higurashi's arms.

His eyebrows lifted in surprise.

How…amusing. This baby 'wasn't' red skinned and wrinkled beyond repair…wow. For only being a day old, she was actually quite nice looking----as far as newborn babies go.

She'd been dozing slightly when he'd peered over but he nearly jumped out of his skin when her googly eyes snapped open and peered straight at him. They were so…BLUE! How strange…normally people of direct Japanese descent DON'T have electric blue eyes…how eerie.

Without saying anything, he shrugged and turned to go back upstairs making the adults laugh and say how 'it was just a boy thing'. Rolling his eyes he ventured back into his room and resumed reading his Batman comic.

But to no avail. Every time he'd attempt to read a conversation bubble, his mind would wander back to a baby with electric blue eyes.

"What the CRAP?" He snarled, angrily throwing his comic against his door. Why the heck was he thinking about a baby? He hadn't even known her for 5 minutes and here he was 'thinking' constantly about those icy-blue eyes.

Growling slightly, he stood up and took out his sketchbook from his art supplies shelf (A/N: I have one of those in my room! And it has WAY too much crap on it----it actually fell on top of me last week because it was so full of junk!) and flipped it open to a new page.

Grabbing a pencil, he plopped down onto his bed and did the only thing that calmed him and helped him relax.

He drew.

When he was done, he gasped and threw the sketchbook against his door as well when he'd realized just 'what' or 'whom' he'd been drawing…

"CRAP!"

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So! How was that for a beginning? Should I continue? Yay or Nay? Oh and just to clarify…Sesshoumaru is one of those 'prodigy' children who are phenomenal artists by the age of 3. I actually have a friend who just graduated this past June who was drawing Batman and Superman "EXACTLY" as they were in the comic books when she was 8 years old!

She is phenomenal! Seriously! If you don't believe me then don't! But I'll try and get a picture of something she drew back when we were 'really' little.

Actually…this is kinda funny…she was actually 'quite' the little potty mouth when I first met her…a bitch too. The first time we were introduced, she laughed and called me a stuck up chicken shit and then kicked me in the stomach.

SERIOUSLY! AND I WAS IN A FRICKIN' TREEHOUSE FOR FUCK'S SAKE! SHE 'SERIOUSLY' BOOTED ME IN THE GUT! I HAD A BOOT PRINT BRUISE ON MY STOMACH FOR 2 WEEKS AFTER THAT!

Ahem…anyway…please review and tell me if I should continue or not.

Thanks!

RisuBento