Title: Accented Shadows
Type: One-shot. Set at least six years after Naraku.
Genre: Angst.
Dedication: Steve Irwin. May he rest in peace. -Heart-
Summary: It is almost unfitting that when she does die, he sees nothing.
Notes: Hope a few people can understand this. I tried not to be too vague.
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It is almost unfitting that when she does die, he sees nothing.
He sees nothing, because he does not want to see anything.
To remember his name on her lips, he does not mind.
To remember his name on her last breath, he does mind.
Because he does not want to hear her name and remember a withered form.
He wants to remember the smiling eyes that always seemed to beg and taunt him.
As she aged, she grew.
Her soft curves and cool skin made him want.
The forbidden is all the more tempting.
And Sesshoumaru hated to be tempted.
But when he took from her what he needed, he learned that she could hate.
He learned that she could burn.
He learned that she really was just human, after all.
And he did not mean to kill her.
He did not mean to bury himself beside her.
Yet she was dead.
And he just kept on living.