I own nothing.

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do without her?

I stared blankly at the casket...black and glossy. The top half was open revealing my...my Kagome. My wife. Her hair was loosely haloed round her head, and a single lily lie right on her chest between her folded dainty hands. I didn't want to be there. I despised being there...

Seeing her face...eyes closed. The lush black eyelashes dusting softly atop her cheeks. I couldn't cry. Crying wouldn't be enough. Not to mention that I already had, enough to have nothing left to give. I didn't want to stand there and listen to all the people crying, listen to all the condolences, listen to all the fake stories of how wonderful she was. It would pale in comparison to her reality, to how wonderful she truly is...was.

I tried not to breathe. When I died my nose filled with salt, saddness, pollen, and herscent. But it wasn't the same. It was...frozen smelling. Frozen and burnt at the same time. It was strange. She used to smell warm...buzzing. I gave a nod to Souta, her younger brother, who is now a strapping 18 years of age, and I walked out of the room.

I lifted my nose, looking for the painfully familiar scent. I followed it to a giant chair in the corner. A small boy...white hair and pointed ears was sitting tangled in a blanket, wrinkling the small suit he was wearing. I smelled salt on him as I walked up. He was curled small and tight on the ugly cushion, the blanket in his hands, clutched to his chest. I crouched down low, my hand resting gently on his small head. My other hand covered my developing grimace as tears began to well up in my dry eyes as I stared at him. My son...my little boy.

I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him lightly and soft out of the chair. Maneuvering him in my arms so his head rested in the crook of my neck. I lifted Kagome's old blanket from the chair, loosely laying it on top of him. I twitched my hair over him, keeping him warm...instinctively keeping him safe. Safe from something I couldn't even protect myself from. People gave apologetic nods to us left and right as I made my way to the door to go outside. Souta was left with the casket in the other room and the room of people...for a second I felt guilty, but only for a second.

I had a need to get out of there, if only for a few moments. And bring my son with. I walked outside. It was...completely normal outside. Clear blue skies with a few tufts of milky white clouds floating across the expanse. I walked a ways from the wretched building to a small bench the was placed in front of a fountain. I watched the water spout from the stone bouquet, noisily plopping into the stone basin. My surroundings darkened a bit when the sun became hidden by a passing cloud. My son shifted himself, a small whimper reaching my ears.

I hugged him closer to me, my nose nuzzling into his neck. I inhaled deeply trying to erase the scent from inside that room. He smelled soft, a bit like the scent of leaves in the wind. A small smile twitched my lips as I looked at him. His white hair was short, but it was still growing. Kagome insisted it be longer. She loved my hair she once told me and she was absolutely ecstatic when our son with born with the same trait. And I knew when he opened his eyes, chocolate orbs would stare back at me. Kagome's eyes.

I sighed to myself. I needed to be strong. For him. I snuggled him closed still. Tighening the blanket around him as the wind picked up, a few crumpled leaves runningly along the cement in front of me. The wind made the water in the basin ripple and watched until it stilled. I tilted my head back, my eyes closed trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. The sun camed out again...warm against my skin.

I sat there on the bench with my sleeping son in my arms, my head tilted back basking in the sun's warmth...pretending it was her.

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