There is nothing worse than loving and leaving.

When she first told him that, Sesshoumaru scoffed. In his opinion, loving was bad enough as it is, and leaving was the only way out. He told her that, but she just smiled at him.

He had learnt the truth of her words less than a century after she had left, but it was already too late to go searching for her. She was mortal, and if she wasn't dead already, she would be old and wizened. He did not want to see her like that. And so he kept on living.

It took him another century to realize that she had been wrong; there was nothing worse than loving and living.

And still he kept on, moving through the centuries, until there was nothing that could kill him, not even himself.

Four centuries after she had left him he understood that he had been wrong all along. He was already dead, and, just like her, had been so since she had left. The only difference was that she had been kind enough and good enough to be granted rest. The sentence 'no rest for the wicked' took on a whole new meaning from that point.

He wondered if he could find another reason for living, and though he knew it was hopeless, he had spent another century searching for one. He didn't find any who could compare to her, though. She had been special, too special, and the dead could not be revived. Besides, Tenseiga had stopped working for him more than two centuries ago, because when she left, she had taken his heart with her.

When he saw her again, walking out of a school, surrounded by friends, she looked as dead as he knew her to be. She was just like he remembered her, only her eyes were never so blank and hollow.

She was wearing the exact same clothes she always wore, that indecent skirt he had loved so much. And he figured he was imagining her, so he stayed away.

But he couldn't stay away for long, could never stay away from her, and that has been his downfall, will always be.

And so he returned, day after day, to stare and the apparition of the girl who held his heart, to watch the ghost of her walking out of her school, until one time one of her friends noticed him, and told her, "Kagome-chan, this scary guy is staring at you!" and Kagome turned to look at him, and suddenly her eyes were a little less dead, less hollow, and she smiled brilliantly as ran over to him, and she was alive, so alive, like his wish had revived her, brought her back to him, only he hadn't wished because he knew it was futile, and still she was there, still she came back to him. And then she hugged him and kissed him, and he had realized he was alive again, that there was no need for a dull sword, just a loving caress and a whisper of a name.


A small drabble I wrote when I realized I would not be able to get that first line out of my head without doing so... -_-

I'm fascinated with the 500 year break-up between Kagome and Sesshoumaru, but don't worry - not all my stories will be about the same subject :P

so, tell me what you think!

Lyla