Obfuscation

by Whillenwolf

How in the world can a mere mortal survive the passage of time spanning several centuries? Sesshoumaru & Kagome, a story told through a series of mini-drabbles.

1. Chapter 1

AN: I've decided, since I'm really scatter-brained and have never been able to chug out more than a thousand words at a time…I'd humor everyone with a drabble of sorts – a story, I guess, told in drabbles. –Whillenwolf – June 10, 2009 2:17 AM

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Obfuscation

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The twenty-first century – what a loud and tumultuous time filled with polluted landscapes and dwindling forests. The founder of Western Corps looked out the tinted window of his office, contemplating how time, in essence, escaped his notice.

Below, a young woman walked briskly past the office building towards a shabby corner café. Her raven black hair flittered in the direction of the wind as she reached out and opened the brown-paned door. A welcoming and cozy atmosphere enveloped her windswept self and warmed her to the core.

The light amber irises of the founder drifted to the narrowly closing door, down below. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed and his brow tensed in recognition. How in the world did a mere mortal survive several centuries of radical change?