To Forever Fall
Chapter 1: Senses
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha characters.
It was days like this that stirred the hate inside of his soul, and made him wish for death. Days like this when he sat on his usual bench, drinking his favorite tea and felt the cold grip of despair. She was laughing again; he could hear her and it made his heart ache.
He didn't quite know who she was, had never spoken to or touched her. Never once laid eyes upon her, though he wished more then ever in those shining moments when she laughed that he could but glimpse her. What would she look like?
It had begun to become a game. Every Thursday for the last six months he would come to the park across the street from his home and wait. She would show promptly around two thirty with a kiwi strawberry Snapple, her favorite drink, and a loaf of bread to feed the ducks. He would recline back against the bench and slowly sip his tea, enjoying her unknowing company.
She had never spoken to him or he to her and yet he felt as if they had known each other for years, his youkai abilities aided him greatly with this task. Though he could not see, each heightened sense painted a picture of her within his mind. For instance, he could tell that she was young by her scent and sound of her voice, perhaps early twenties.
She was of slender build and most likely adorably short, all of which gathered from his hearing, listening to the force of each step and calculating the weight and build needed to create such sound. She smelled deliciously of morning dew and peaches and her laughter was like the beginning of spring.
However, it was the beating of her heart that he favored most. Strong and beautiful, the sound captivated him more thoroughly then any piece of Mozart ever could. She was human in her entirety, but her very essence thrilled him so fully that simply hearing her voice sent shocks of elation down his spine. What he would not give to know her.
Sometimes at night when surrounded by the empty quietness of his home, he vaguely wondered about her. Creating images of her in his life, his home, and his bed. To awaken every morning to her smiling voice and sleep every night surrounded by her calming scent, surely it would be a heaven he had never known.
In his more tempted of moments he would conjure phantom touches never encountered, her skin against his own. Imaging her to be composed of softness and warmth, calculating the way her taste would enrapture him, drive him to his end. The conjured feel of her hair parting silkily through his claw tipped hands drove him mad as he touched him self into oblivion. This unknown woman was slowly destroying his life.
Shaking himself from his most impure thoughts and climbing gracefully to his feet, it was decided that perhaps he had had too much of her for one day. It would not do to have himself act in an instant of passion and confront her; no it would not do at all. Besides, what would he say to impress her? This creature so full of light that it nearly made him want to weep, what could someone like him offer her?
Slowly he walked away from the bench, his mind a haze of regret and self-doubt. It had to end, this obsession of his had to end today. It would be hard, would nearly crumble him but he would not come back to this spot again. Never to sit and admire this woman that was so beyond his reach. They were too different, it would have never worked, he reasoned.
Strolling slowly down the trail he had come to remember as the parks exit, he scowled lightly. Someone was shouting, to far back for him to clearly identify though close enough to become slightly annoying. Until his mind registered that the insistent voice was the very cause of his departure.
Full of elated apprehension he paused before turning swiftly towards her direction. The dark shades he wore to protect his visually impaired eyes were knocked off balance from the abrupt movement, clanging helplessly to the ground. A second passed in which two things became very clear, he had stopped in the path of an on coming vehicle and she was screaming out to him.
A weight collided into his front forcing the breath from his lungs as he fell heavily to the ground. His ribs ached with a sharp pain as he struggled to breathe. There were voices calling to him, but he could not talk around the pressure in his skull. However, it was in a moment of acute awareness he registered the feeling of hands upon him, someone was digging into his pockets. Feeling the familiar pressure of his wallet leaving his side, he marveled at the irony of it all. As the darkness rose up to claim him, vaguely he heard the voice of an angel call out to him.
"Sesshomaru, don't go to sleep!"
A/n- I've decided to write each chapter short but informative. It will help me to keep interest and focus. Hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you will, they're much appreciated.