Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs not to me, but to Rumiko Takahashi.

A/N: None of these 'drabbles' are at exactly 100 words, since I can't seem to restrain my writing ^^;. Enjoy and R&R!

Sesshomaru contemplated melting the strangling piece of silk Kagome was currently noosing his neck with, but discarded the idea for fear of disintegrating her hands with it.

"All done!" Kagome smoothed the tie and stepped back, tipping her head to look at her handiwork. "You look ready to meet the parents!"

He huffed and followed her flouncing figure out the door of her apartment, secretly worried just a teeny, tiny bit.

"Welcome home, Kagome nee-cha-whoa." Souta skidded to a stop before the two of them, eyes traveling up the imposing taiyoukai.

"Hey squirt, this is the Sesshomaru I've told you about. Sesshomaru, this is Souta," she introduced. Sesshomaru nodded mutely.

Souta eyed him up and down before breaking into a big smile. "Cool! Wanna come to my room and check out my new car collection? Oh, wait. He has to meet Mama first."

His tie was beginning to feel even tighter than before. It was the height of summer, and even his icy demeanor couldn't fight off the disgusting stickiness. Why did Kagome insist on the constrictive western clothing? It was absurd.

Kagome's mother stepped out the door of the shrine. "Hello, dears. Oh! You must be Sesshomaru. Well, come right in." She smiled apologetically. "The air conditioner's been acting up lately, so it's terribly hot in the house."

"Hey Mama!" Kagome waved. Was it just her imagination, or did Sesshomaru just shift imperceptibly beside her?

The heat was reaching unreasonable proportions, and he was hard-pressed to shred the black suit into oblivion. The infuriating tie was tightening every second.

Sesshomaru heard the faint voices of the 'television' Kagome had shown him only days ago.
"-and today at 4 the temperatures will continue to rise, hitting new-"

As Kagome bounced up the stairs to greet her mom, she heard a distinct poof and the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Mrs. Higurashi's eyes widened, and Kagome slowly turned around.

There he was, in all his armor-swords-and-kimono glory. She dropped her face into her hands and groaned. "I knew he wouldn't last until the ice pops," she muttered.

In a whirl of stylized red sakura flowers and unrestrained silver hair, he swept past them into the house, nodding briefly to Mrs. Higurashi. Kagome glanced at her mom warily. "Uh...you okay, Mama?"

Dazedly, her mother stared after the taiyoukai's trail. "I think I like him," she smiled faintly.