Akihiko: Hey there, all! I decided to write another story in the mean time since I'm in Spring Break. Best of all, this time it is going to be Inuyasha. 3 I'll be updating every Friday so be ready for it, children~
Sango's eyes flickered around the campfire as she chewed angrily on the rabbit Shippo caught early that evening. Her eyes softened as they landed on the ginger-headed fox demon who was busy clutching a box of crayons to his chest. Kagome had given them to him about three years after-. Sango gritted her teeth and threw down what was left of her meal casting a foreboding glare at the "happy" couple curled up together on the other side of the campfire. Kikyo and Inuyasha, snuggled into one another with their hair intertwining creating a river of black and white. Gold met dark brown in a loving and peaceful gaze but all Sango could do was gag. That should have been Kagome's loving stare, that should have been Kagome's hug. He should have been Kagome's. But all he could think of was the dead bag of clay that was sitting next to him pretending to be the woman who had breathed life and love into all of them. Small tears stung her eyes as she shook in anger, Miroku glanced towards her and his eyes softened as he reached out allowing his fingers to brush against her knuckles snapping her attention to him. Her brown hues were filled with tears as she silently asked for him; the monk stood to his feet and calmly turned towards her ignoring Inuyasha who gave him a questioning look.
Wrapping his arms around her, he placed his lips to her temple and kissed gently as her tears fell but no sound came from her lips. Tears of regret and pain were falling but there were no more sobs left in Sango to be heard. Nonetheless, Miroku placed his hand to the back of her head and his other arm around her waist. Tonight there would be no games or perverted touching, the monk was serene as he placed his chin on Sango's head and stared off into the darkness of the forest. Shippo stood to his feet and teetered over before scurrying up Miroku's robes and resting on his shoulder. Soft sobs racked Shippo's body as he held the crayons tighter to the point where Miroku was sure that the box would have broken. Raising the hand that was holding the back of Sango's head, he placed it on the young demon's head taking a moment to give him a reassuring smile. Though the smile faltered as he noticed the wateriness in Shippo's eyes, shutting his own eyes he turned his head away settling for petting the young boy. The night continued on, the warm air would have gone noticed by Kagome who would've said that it would have been a great night to sleep.
The moon hung down upon the group illuminating each of their individual aura's. Demons slept peacefully that night and animals were swept into the mysterious lull. Sango sat in Miroku's lap as he stroked her back; feeling his unperverted air she felt a bit safer. Shippo hopped into her lap wanting to be as far from Inuyasha as possible. As Kikyo led Inuyasha towards their makeshift hut, Inuyasha glanced back at his friends who didn't want to even look at him. His ears flattened against his head as the shame began to set in, but with one touch of Kikyo's hand a smile formed on his face. Light returned to his eyes even though the smell of dirt and rotting was evident in her scent, she was home. Though when they laid together that night curled in one another's arms, he couldn't help but gaze out of the window imagining a young black-haired woman smiling at him with shining blue eyes. Her strange exotic clothing blowing in the gentle wind, her hand pressing down on the side of her head so she wouldn't mess up her hair. Tanned skin from walking, a gentle smile that was reserved only for them. At one time only for him. But slowly the image of that woman disappeared, her delicate frame and gentle face racing away like the wind. Glancing down at the woman in his arms, she was his now and he wouldn't let her go.
From the treetops, a little girl about the age of 7 held onto the reigns of a two-headed dragon. Ah-Un glanced back at Rin before jerking his head forward as if asking her where she wanted to go now. But the young girl's eyes were trained upon the group that was separated only the slowly dying fire a symbolism of their slowly dying love for one another. Rin's eyes stung as she noticed that the woman of her affections wasn't there; her beautiful mother. The remembrance of her gentle smile and the way that she held her tight against her chest. Rin remembered when she taught her how to read and how upset Lord Sesshomaru was that she did this without her permission. She remembered the two of them fighting, and the way Lord Sesshomaru hit her only to be burned by her own power. The last memory Rin had of that woman was when she kissed Rin's head before she walked into the forest as Lord Sesshomaru slept. Small tears fell down her cheeks as she pulled the reigns on Ah-Un and the dragon glided upon the wind sensing the young girl's sadness. He lifted his head to the sky and shut his eyes as they flew that starry night.
He too remembered that woman, sweet and gentle always giving him food whenever he seemed hungry. She would bring gifts and presents for him or sat with him to talk about things that he often would listen to. The two of them landed in a clearing somewhat off from where their mates had set up camp. Rin climbed off first and patted down the reigns only to glance over and see a head of silver hair. It fluttered in the wind as the owner came closer, his eyes darkened and angered somewhat but filled with understanding. Her Lord. Rin gripped the reigns and looked down as Lord Sesshomaru came closer and knelt down to her. But instead of striking her or giving her a disappointed speech, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her into his chest, he was glad that his armor was removed so it wouldn't have speared the young girl. But Rin sensing the heat of the moment shut her eyes and returned the hug, the moment that could only be shared between the two of them with Jaken looking on in complete silence. Small tears fell from Rin's eyes as Lord Sesshomaru petted the back of her head trying to lull her into a peaceful silence. But the child continued to cry and as he gazed upwards towards the mocking moon that wasn't anywhere close to her grace and delicacy, he found himself missing the human who was a pain in his side.
Kouga let out a loud roar as he raced down the rocky terrain, at times tripping and scratching himself causing a wound to open and blood to form. But it wasn't anything compared to the other wounds that formed on his body. His light blue eyes opened wide filled with tears that flowed down his cheeks as he ran. Hakkaku and Ginta were on his tail yelling out for him, somewhat in the same condition as they toppled down the hill after becoming tangled in one another.
"Boss, please wait!"
Kouga glared over his shoulder until his foot caught onto a particularily deep trench and he toppled down. Falling down the side of the hill, he tumbled faster and faster before falling to the grassy plain with his back to the ground. He stared at the sky, the tears on his face having been dirtied. Nonetheless they continued to flow, as his fingers curled into fists and he turned his head away. No, he didn't want to look at it. That moon was the same as the moon on that night. Her face appeared in his mind and he curled his fingers into a fist angrily. His nails digging into the flesh of his calloused hands; the callouses forming after endless nights of searching for her. The one that captured his attentions the one that he refused to marry Ayame who he had come to love for. Kagome. Where was she? Where was his love that had disappeared only three years ago?
"Boss, are you alright?"
Hakkaku and Ginta's words were drowned out by the storm in Kouga's heart. But as their voices became more prominent, he gritted his teeth before letting out a loud cry that echoed throughout the forest rustling the animals from their wake causing them to run away. Standing to his feet despite his injuries, he trudged forward for a few steps.
The thought they all shared that night was quite similar.
Why?
Akihiko: "Okay, all that was the first chapter of my story One Heart. I hope you enjoyed! Review please!"