Deeply; A One-Shot
Deep, thick forests normally served a wonderful purpose: once one entered such a place, his problems and persistent naggings were hidden from him in the dense underbrush. But fate can throw us screwballs. The world can and will tip upside down. In fact.. confused, utterly out of place anxieties had managed to chase the great Sesshoumaru into such a forest and hadn't deserted him there: he wasn't sure if they would ever leave once they had completely set in, like they obviously had. For the world had surely just tipped onto its side.
Sesshoumaru-sama was in love.
Every time he looked over his shoulder, she was there. Always there. It had been many years since he had first come across her, since he had begun to tote her around. Several acquaintances would ask why, why always bear such a peculiar item, but for some reason or another, his affection for her had nonetheless run deeper and deeper . . . until today, when it had reached the rock bottom of his soul.
He glanced again over his shoulder. It seemed that over the years she had grown; grown in size and weight, and also in beauty . . . she had grown into her lovely shape. The light that was caught constantly in her gorgeous hair had lost its sense of childish innocence, gaining its sense of womanly sheen. If he hadn't his pride or his duties, Sesshoumaru would surely find him self gazing at her from sunrise to sunset, at every moment of restless nights, at every spare second.
And amazingly, he loved her for more than just her dazzling beauty. He loved how carefree he was moved to feeling whenever he realized her presence; her subtle soothe, her gentle touch, her genuine air of concern. She was the only thing in his life that didn't seem to mind being near him constantly, either. His other companions seemed to simply be tagalongs, either in fear of him or looking for use . . . she at least seemed to reciprocate some of the love he knew he felt for her.
It is true, he thought, that she had been dead one of the first times he had seen her, but she had been salvaged. And now look at her, this priceless "accessory", as some may refer to her as.
Sesshoumaru couldn't stand it any longer. His hand practically emanating tenderness and utmost emotion, he reached slightly down and ran his claws through her fine locks of hair. He smiled lovingly down at her, closing his eyes delicately for a stretched second . . . when he opened them, Sesshoumaru realized she was draped closely about his neck. He sighed contentedly and drew her still closer to him.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?"
Sesshoumaru ripped his thoughts up from oblivion and into attention, though his claws still caressed his beloved's hair.
"What is it, Rin."
The young girl bounced out from the underbrush in front of the posh Youkai, trailing a constipated-looking Jaken.
"Jaken-sama fed Ah and Un something bad, and now they are really sick. . . Rin couldn't help them, do you think you can, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
Sesshoumaru sighed, sliding his hand down into a more neutral position for the expectant Rin to grab a hold of his sleeve and guide him to the ill two- headed dragon. Given less dignity, the Great Youkai Lord may have blushed at the young girl's sudden intrusion. Instead, he simply let her lead him into the woods, zoning in and out of her never-ceasing chatter.
". . .And Jaken-sama said it was just a weird cough, but Rin thinks Un threw up. I really don't think you can confuse a cough and a throwing up, do you, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"No, Rin."
A moment of silence. . .
"Hey, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Yes. . . ?"
"Can Rin ask you a question?"
"Go right ahead, Rin."
"Why do you always pet that weird fluffy thing that's always over your shoulder?"
Sesshoumaru smiled to himself, returning to his typical sky poetry. Children were so funny sometimes in their hopeless innocence, never to understand true love.
Deep, thick forests normally served a wonderful purpose: once one entered such a place, his problems and persistent naggings were hidden from him in the dense underbrush. But fate can throw us screwballs. The world can and will tip upside down. In fact.. confused, utterly out of place anxieties had managed to chase the great Sesshoumaru into such a forest and hadn't deserted him there: he wasn't sure if they would ever leave once they had completely set in, like they obviously had. For the world had surely just tipped onto its side.
Sesshoumaru-sama was in love.
Every time he looked over his shoulder, she was there. Always there. It had been many years since he had first come across her, since he had begun to tote her around. Several acquaintances would ask why, why always bear such a peculiar item, but for some reason or another, his affection for her had nonetheless run deeper and deeper . . . until today, when it had reached the rock bottom of his soul.
He glanced again over his shoulder. It seemed that over the years she had grown; grown in size and weight, and also in beauty . . . she had grown into her lovely shape. The light that was caught constantly in her gorgeous hair had lost its sense of childish innocence, gaining its sense of womanly sheen. If he hadn't his pride or his duties, Sesshoumaru would surely find him self gazing at her from sunrise to sunset, at every moment of restless nights, at every spare second.
And amazingly, he loved her for more than just her dazzling beauty. He loved how carefree he was moved to feeling whenever he realized her presence; her subtle soothe, her gentle touch, her genuine air of concern. She was the only thing in his life that didn't seem to mind being near him constantly, either. His other companions seemed to simply be tagalongs, either in fear of him or looking for use . . . she at least seemed to reciprocate some of the love he knew he felt for her.
It is true, he thought, that she had been dead one of the first times he had seen her, but she had been salvaged. And now look at her, this priceless "accessory", as some may refer to her as.
Sesshoumaru couldn't stand it any longer. His hand practically emanating tenderness and utmost emotion, he reached slightly down and ran his claws through her fine locks of hair. He smiled lovingly down at her, closing his eyes delicately for a stretched second . . . when he opened them, Sesshoumaru realized she was draped closely about his neck. He sighed contentedly and drew her still closer to him.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?"
Sesshoumaru ripped his thoughts up from oblivion and into attention, though his claws still caressed his beloved's hair.
"What is it, Rin."
The young girl bounced out from the underbrush in front of the posh Youkai, trailing a constipated-looking Jaken.
"Jaken-sama fed Ah and Un something bad, and now they are really sick. . . Rin couldn't help them, do you think you can, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
Sesshoumaru sighed, sliding his hand down into a more neutral position for the expectant Rin to grab a hold of his sleeve and guide him to the ill two- headed dragon. Given less dignity, the Great Youkai Lord may have blushed at the young girl's sudden intrusion. Instead, he simply let her lead him into the woods, zoning in and out of her never-ceasing chatter.
". . .And Jaken-sama said it was just a weird cough, but Rin thinks Un threw up. I really don't think you can confuse a cough and a throwing up, do you, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"No, Rin."
A moment of silence. . .
"Hey, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Yes. . . ?"
"Can Rin ask you a question?"
"Go right ahead, Rin."
"Why do you always pet that weird fluffy thing that's always over your shoulder?"
Sesshoumaru smiled to himself, returning to his typical sky poetry. Children were so funny sometimes in their hopeless innocence, never to understand true love.