Burning Lantern
She was fascinated by him.
She really shouldn't be but she was.
He held a dangerous appeal, surrounded by glass that kept people out.
He reminded her of an old-fashioned English lantern from the 1800s.
A dangerous flame encased in a strong glass barrier, one that had a key to allow you to open the door on the case and reach the flame.
She wanted to turn that key.
It was bad really. He was the older half-brother of her best friend turned boyfriend turned best friend again.
She had only seen him a handful of times; walking in the halls of the Taisho household or at the family dinners that Inuyasha took her to.
Pristine silver hair and immaculate white clothes, he was called the ice prince by anyone who knew him; except her.
It was eyes that made her want to turn the key in the rusted lock of the lantern known as Sesshoumaru.
She wasted away trying to turn that key; slowly unlocking the door to her insanity.
It didn't matter to her though; she wanted to touch that flame, if only just once.
Her friends left her, except one.
Inuyasha stayed, loving her in the way of a sibling; the way he never loved his own.
After a year, she would forget about everyone she knew, too obsessed with her golden-eyed man to remember.
In another six months, she would be bedridden; forgetting her own health to stay in her room full of painted golden eyes.
Another three months after that, Inuyasha would say goodbye one last time, weeping for the woman he once cared for.
Two days later her house would burn down.
Inside the house, the firefighters would find the blacked body of Higurashi Kagome, clutching an old-fashioned lantern with the little door open.
This is just a little 300 word one-shot that came to me last night. It wasn't supposed to be an angsty, depressing, kinda creepy story but that's what it turned into.
Ciao
~MoonlitCries