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Saturday March 12, 2016
Sesshomaru sat at his kitchen table, fingering the teal scarf Kagome had given him and the empty box of chocolates by his side. He reread the note attached to the gifts, heart soaring every time he encountered the five words: I’m waiting for you Nishikawa.”
She was waiting for him.
After years of pining away in secret, of loving her from afar, Kagome was finally able to reciprocate his feelings.
Now, he just had to find the perfect White Day gift for her in return.
The traditional gift was white chocolate, and while he didn’t mind buying chocolate, he wanted to give Kagome something more, something that would mean something to the both in the future. Because to him this did mean the future. Now that Kagome was finally reciprocating his feelings, he felt he had to really show her he cared.
A glance at the calendar pinned to his wall let him know he wouldn’t be making a trip to Tokyo to surprise her for her birthday. It was too close to exam season, and the University wouldn’t let him go. Besides, this was Kagome’s final semester, and she might not have the time to see him as well.
He fingered the scarf again, before sighing and standing up. He’d find something for her in Sendai. Something special that would mean a lot in the years to come.
Two hours of searching proved to be fruitless however. He finally stumbled into an often-overlooked part of the city: the little craftsman shops that were hidden in the back alleys off the tourist sites. If he couldn’t find a proper gift for her here too, he thought, he’d go ahead and give up, heading to one of the more expensive chocolate chops and succumbing to the tradition of giving Kagome white chocolate for the occasion.
As he walked down the narrow lane, his eyes fell on a sign advertising handcrafted jewelry. For a moment, Sesshomaru dithered and hesitated. Jewelry, he thought, might be too much for a white day gift. Then, deciding to chance it, because who knew what he would find, he entered the small jewelry store.
An elderly man stood behind the counter, stooped low, back bent, inspecting something with a magnifying glass. When the bell on the door tinkled and announced Sesshomaru’s presence, the man looked up and smiled welcomingly.
Sesshomaru stepped further in, taking a look around, his eyes falling on the piece the man was working on: a gold bracelet, intricately decorated with corals and pearls, the corals taking the shape of roses.
He left the shop an hour later, having made a new connection in Sendai, a gift bag tucked under his arm, all wrapped and ready to go to Kagome, packaged just perfectly for the trip to Tokyo. He hoped that Kagome would like it, this bracelet that he hoped would come to adorn her wrist, and that she would treasure it.
For now, though, his search for a White Day gift was over.