A.N Another new story... when I'm gloomy I write a lot to lose myself in fiction and this is my newest idea.
Disclaimer: Not my anime, my plot.
Summary: "If I can't have her, then no one can. In her box she will stay, just waiting for me to reclaim her." Sess/Kag
Shi no Kirei
Chapter One -
Furyo Kirei
With a scream, she pounded against the wall. She was entering her fifth century in this hell hole.
But hadn't she been punished enough?
Why wouldn't Naraku let her go?
A raven haired woman slid down the wall and onto her rear. Her mouth parted as if to say something but then snapped shut.
That was another thing that had been taken away from her, along with her freedom. Speech..
Her sorrow once again became as evident as her beauty. And she was beautiful. A spectacle to observe, indeed. From her mystic blue eyes to her plum painted lips.
Her name was Kagome. Her last name was forgotten to her, but she knew her first name so clearly. It was as if it were implanted in her mind.
But her knowledge ceased pretty much there. Kagome knew that she had been learned. Very well learned, but her mind's knowledge with every second spent in her entrapment seemed to dwindle.
She worried the sleeves of her sleeved purple shirt. She was dressed in a mid-drift baring A neck top, and a similarly plum colored shirt. It flared at the bottom and reached her knees.
With every change in the outer world's culture, her garments would modify to them. But her graces pretty much ended there.
How could he let her suffer like this?
Tears threatened to fill her eyes. That Naraku...
She was imprisoned inside this...box. For basically all eternity for what she knew. All because of him.
No sounds escaped her mouth, as her body shook with rage, and a little bit of sorrow.
How disgraceful this was. One of the most powerful deities known to feudal Japan was imprisoned by a hanyou that had been infatuated with her. A human turned hanyou of all things too. It was so appalling.
She collapsed to the floor and began her pounding a new. The floor made a dull thudding noise as her fists hit it countless times. She took no note of it.
She had been reduced to behaving like a child...
Kagome's eyes suddenly blazed white and then there was sound.
She pounded one last time against the floor, "Free me!"
And the light became blinding, and the air shattered, and she bled.
(Tsuki)
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Papa, happy birthday to you!"
The message on the answering machine belted out the overused birthday song loudly, as one Sesshoumaru Takarishi paused to check his messages. He cringed; there was no lost talent with that girl when it came to singing.
He was dressed in a pair of black jeans that hugged his narrow waist snuggly, and a black polo that showcased the muscles on his arms.
There was giggling on the other end, "Happy 30th old man, from your loving Rin." There was a pause, "Seriously speaking though, I really wish I could be there, but you know..."
BEEP
"Next new unread message:"
"Ugh! Damn thing cut me off. Anyway, but with the pregnancy and everything," the girl's voice lowered to a conspiring whisper, "Moving around is a real bitch. Bye Sesshoumaru-papa! Have a good one! And don't forget my herbs!"
BEEP
Sesshoumaru frowned marring his handsome features.
"End of new messages."
"Apparently that girl learned nothing in lines of language." He walked on into the kitchen. Thirty.
Indeed, today was his birthday, but there was much doubt in his mind that this would be a happy one.
Sesshoumaru was a middle-class man. With short cropped black hair and golden hazel eyes, he was a definite looker. But looks alone did not get a person a seat at the right hand of a rich man.
He perused his fridge. It was a Saturday afternoon. He had overslept and now it was noon. Not that it mattered anyway... What was there to look forward to?
He threw two pieces of bread in the toaster before pouring himself a cup of orange juice.
Sesshoumaru lived in a small house. Three bedrooms, an attic and a bath and half and a basement. It was scarcely furnished, and the only pictures were of him and his adopted child.
Not that she could be called a child anymore. She could be rightly called a child when she had been twelve. Now... she was twenty two now, and married.
The hazel eyes man quickly polished off his toast when it popped up, after spreading a light coat of butter on it.
His juice followed, and Sesshoumaru was out the door. He reached his car in a matter of seconds, and unlocked the doors.
He wasn't even sure why he bothered to lock them, no one would want to go through the hassle of stealing his car.
If anything, his car could be called archaic.
It was old. Not to mention rather crappy.
But a new car was really not in his budget at the moment, so it would do for the time being.
After a moment of starting his car, he was off.
He had errands to run and people to see unfortunately. 'Fun, fun,' he thought to himself sarcastically.
It was not that he was some thirty year old man who hated life, and saw no point in it as a whole. No... wait. That all was correct.
He was a thirty year old man who hated life and did not see any point in it.
Please children, highlight that little fact.
Now, we may begin our story properly, and please... do pay attention. I don't wish to lose anyone.
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Sesshoumaru entered a store in a particularly run down area of the city.
Rin had begged him to go there for some medicinal herbs to ease her nausea. Apparently the herbs sold worked miracles for the girl who was nearing her third trimester.
He parked his car in front of the store and got out, locking it once more out of habit. With a brisk pace, he was at the store door in a matter of moments. A faded sign in the window stated that the name was Shi no Kirei. He frowned in almost disapproval.
'Such a strange name...'
A chime sounded as he opened the door and walked in. The store was very dimly lit, by scented cinnamon candles. The strong scent mixed with lavender and lemon incenses well as other scents he wasn't all that interested in defining.
There were rows and rows of shelved covered in jars of herbs, sachets full of who knows what and little trinkets and pamphlets.
On the walls stood and hung ancient era weaponry.
They attracted his attention mildly.
He walked on to the back of the store where a counter was located. Behind which was a woman who completely blended in with scene.
She was a gnarled old thing who had seen much better years, with wrinkles and a sagging bosom; she was undoubtedly as aged as many of the things there.
An eye patch was strapped firmly across her face, and she was dressed in the strangest garbs. Traditional miko where if he guessed correctly.
Her eye seemed to appraising him as he walked up to the counter. "Hello... I am Kaede."
She smirked and seemingly in after thought added, "Happy Birthday..."
Sesshoumaru's gaze swept over her suspiciously, 'Hn. Rin must have mentioned something. She is after all a regular now.'
"Hardly could be considered happy."
She chuckled before continuing, "Ye are here for some herbs for yer daughter, am I correct?"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, and nodded.
She smiled, "Wait here." With that command, she went into the rows of shelving and a second later came back with a purple pouch and a small box the size of a folded standard sheet of paper.
Kaede returned to her previous spot. She put the pouch on the counter and slid it towards him, "Herbs for yer daughters pregnancy. Less than four months away is she not?"
The woman did not seem to mind the lack of conversation on Sesshoumaru's part.
Next she slid over the box, "And lastly, this box -on the house of course- as a little present for ye." Sesshoumaru frowned, "Does this Sesshoumaru look like a charity case?"
His voice came out crisply with irritation.
Kaede once again let out a deep laugh, "It is merely a gift, Sesshoumaru. I meant no offense."
He only frowned deeper, "Fine. Thanks," he said with very little gratitude, "I am hoping to leave this place today."
Kaede rang him up, "Five dollars for the herbs."
Sesshoumaru pulled out his wallet and after searching the folds, he pulled out the exact amount and handed it over.
Kaede placed it into a cash box, and wrote him out a receipt on a parchment like sheet of paper.
With a nod of good bye, Sesshoumaru left.
"Enjoy yer gift, Sesshoumaru..."
(Tsuki)
The box was a deep plum color, very quaint with embroidered kenji over the perimeter. It was small and seemingly insignificant.
Sesshoumaru had gone home and after putting the herbs away to take over to Rin later that day, sat down on his black fabric couch. His other trips were being put off for later that evening if favor of examining what the old woman from the shop had given her.
He examined the box. It didn't seem to be anything special. He turned it round to read the writing on it.
His velvet like voice streamed into the room as he read, "'Kagome Higurashi...the deity of beauty, cursed to imprisonment by Naraku—'"
Sesshoumaru scoffed, "Foolish fables..." but he read on still the rest that was in Latin. He was multilingual, but a tad rusty with dead languages like Latin. But the words just seemed to come to him. "'Love shall be your savior.'"
He snorted tossed the box into the far corner of the room, 'Apparently the gift was more trash to put in the attic.'
And with that he rose, to go get the pouch, deciding that he might as well finish his tasks.
The whole thing would have been forgotten, but there was suddenly a flash of white light coming from the direction of the case.
Sesshoumaru had to shield his eyes, as the light became brighter, and brighter, and brighter...
And then the light was gone.
But in place of the blinding light was a woman, unconscious and injured.
Sesshoumaru lifted a brow in surprise, as he moved closer to the couch.
"What the hell...?"
He was snapped out of his shock when he noticed the blood that was pouring out of her wounds.
She was still breathing but barely.
Just what exactly was going on here? What did that old hag do exactly?
He placed her down gently, and looked her over. She seemed to only be injured on the exposed portions of her body- her legs and arms and her exposed stomach mostly. She had a few scratches on her face, but they paled in comparison to the gashes on the rest of her body.
He moved to the kitchen his pace not slow, nor was it fast. It was the pace you took when you had half dead woman on your couch and really did not know if it were some twisted joke or something of the sort.
Sesshoumaru reached for the first aid kit that was located in one of the cabinets. After grabbing that, he took a bowl and filled it with water. He returned back to the living room, only to find the occupant of the couch struggling to sit up.
As soon as she saw him, she smiled, "Thank you..."
With that, she passed out again.
Sesshoumaru sighed but sat down and began cleaning her wounds.
For now he'd wait for some answers.
(Tsuki)
Newest addition to my collection of stories. Title Death of Beauty, chapter Boxed Beauty.
R&R