The day was peaceful. The sky was clear; not a cloud in sight. The day was in comfertable spring, not to hot, not to cold. The brids chirpped and the animals scurred about.The wind blew lightly, rusttling the leaves high upon the trees, spreding pollon to flowers, and carried heavenly sents around. Suddenly, something orange popped into the sky; something on fire. It came down at lightening fast speeds, wisteling through the air as it distruped the flow, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. Then, with a loud boom, it crashed, leaving a deep trail of turned up earth before it rested as it slowed to a stop. The animals in the area took off in different directions, as they tried to avoid the falling fireball. As the dust cleard, there in the center of a small crater, was a human figure - a female human figure. Unnaturally, there was no dirt on her, her clothing, or skin. She had unnatural white, pale skin, and she wore a white, ankel length dress. Her hair was also white that went to her sholders. Around her eyes, where the flow of her skin should have continued white, it was pitch black. Almost to be taken as make up. Behind her, in an awkard painful position, was a pair of huge, black wings. She layed there, unconscious from the fall. Anyone that saw her, would pass her for dead. Though, if they looked closely, they could see the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Near by, was the powerful demon lord of the western lands, Sesshomaru, with Rin and Ah Un. Rin was in front of him, humming a song she came up with earlier. She bent down to pick up a flower, and when she came up, she looked up at the sky. She saw the fireball falling and ran to hide behind Sesshomaru. He looked up with the same emotionless expression and witness it crash to earth. Cerious of what it was, as the sent wasen't what he expected, he went to the crash site. As he left, Rin stayed, knowing she would get into trouble if she went. So she stayed and sat down beside the two headed dragon, and picked at her flower.
Sesshomaru walked through the small patch of trees that seperated the two clearings. His eyes narrowed as a long forgotten sent reached his nose. The sent of Lunar roses. Where did he reconize that sent from, and why did it seem so uncomfertably familar? He reached the clearing and went to stand at the edge of the crater. When he looked down, and saw what layed there, his eyes widened in shock, as he remembered where the sent came from. The memory popped into his head, as his emotions tore him apart. Part of him urged him to jump down to see if she was alright, and part of him wanted to just leave her there and not care. But he stood there, looking her over. The way her skin seem to radiate, like the moon. The way her wings layed behind her, the black silky feathers soaking up the sunlight. They way her body layed here, her arms layed parallel with her wings, and her legs tucked up agianst her body. He shook his head with a sigh, his protectiveness of her taking over. He leaped down and nealed down to her. He brushed her bangs out of her eyes to find the black cresent moon with a star linking on the bottom. He gently put one arm around her sholders, just above her wings, and another round her legs. He lifted her up and held her aginst his chest, and took off back to Rin.
As he entered the clearing, Rin popped her head up, and her eyes widened as she saw the woman in Sesshomaru's arms. He walked over the Ah Un, and layed her there, so her head was proped up. Sesshomaru sat beside her, his eyes never once left her face. Rin knew, by the look on his face, that who ever she was, he knew her. And liked her.
"Lord Sesshomaru, who is this?" She asked
"Isabella." he breathed out, still not taking his eyes off of her.
He had alot to think about. Just with the sight of her, she opened up many doors of emotions he spent decades trying to lock close. She also brought back many memories he tried to forget. Though the memory of her leaving, that was the one so freash on his mind. Like he was trying to figure out what it really ment, as though it had a hidden meaning. It had been almost three hundred years since he was last with her. Three hundred years of lonelyness, and slowly, made him the emotionless, cold hearted demon he is now. As he stared at her, the memory finaly broke through the barrair that he held it back with.
'It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, with billions of shining stars, and a full moon rising. It was cold and dry, as it was in the dead middle of winter, but that didn't matter to the girl sitting on the edge of a clif, over looking the huge palace below. The gril was in a light blue kimono, with a silver obi. Her skin was pale under the moonlight, but it seemed to be glowing like the moon. Her hair was white and sholder leagth. Around her eyes was pitch black skin, which commented her midnight blue eyes. In her hands was a lunar rose. It was on a black stem, with black throns. The pettals were black, but at the tips, it flowed into white. She looked up at the moon and a small smile graced her lips. She could feel him getting closer, and as he did, sarrow seeped into her eyes. She stood up, anticaping what she was about to face. Before he could get close enough to embrace her, she turned around and faced him. She owed him that much. She lifted her eyes to stare into his. His eyes was the sun. The golden orisises reflected the confusion he felt, but were melted with the love he held for the gril infront of him. The blue crescent on his forehead almost matched hers, except her was black, and had a star. The markings on his face displayed his place of power, and fore warning those who dare cross his path. Oh how she wish she could just ignore her mothers calling, her father's calling, and just stay here with him. She would give anything to. Just to stay in his warm, protecting embrace, to feel his soft lips on hers. But she can only wish, as she wish that he could forgive her after this night.
She looked back down at the rose in her hand and softly rubbed a pettel between her fingers. Then she felt a soft finger under her chin as he lifted her face to his. The guilt and sarrow was to much and threatened to break though her control. She knew that he could see the sarrow written plainly across her face, or he wouldn't have such a worried, confused expression. She took a deep shaky breath and could feel her eyes water.
"What is wrong?" He asked softly.
Her face scrunched as she fought back the ocean of tears that was whelling in her. She looked everywhere but at him and got a distant look and confused look in her eyes.
"I have to go back." She said just above a wisper.
The thumb he used to slowly cress her bottom lip stopped, as a look of understanding settled in his eyes. That would explain her distance from him, that would explain her tears everytime he looked at her. He didn't like it. At all. He wanted to take away all her pain, everything that caused her tears lately. He just wanted to take it away. But he couldn't if she was leaving him. He couldn't if he couldn't be with her. He couldn't if he wasn't with her. Of all the questions that he could have asked. Like when? Where would she be going? Who was calling her? Who needed her help? When would she be back, if she ever would be? But the question that stood out, or word, was why? Why was she going? Why was she leaving him? Why did she have to do this to him?
"Why?" he wispered.
All the restraint she had, vanished. She let her tears go, let them fall and let it all out. The tone of his voice, broke her. He sounded so hurt. Almost betrayed. This was the last thing she wanted to do, but knew she was doing it. And it hurt. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest, and she fell to her knees. She could feel his arms around her, trying to comfert her, but it was no use. How could he, if she was hurting him? She dropped the rose and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to show she didn't want to. Trying to show him she loves him, but she knew the heartbreak was blinding him.
"My mother." She chocked out. It was hard to continue, but she did. "She needs my help. She says that there maybe a chance to get the thron to the stars, and the moon, but she needs me, so does my father. I don't know how long I'll be gone, and I don't know if I'll be able to come back." Her voice cracked on the last word, and couldn't continue. She got enough out to let him know of the sitituation.
He let out a long, sad sigh. He knew it had been something bad, but this? It was almost unbearable. She was leaving, and never coming back. He might as well face it, even though there was hope inside him, small hope, that she might come back. He almost felt like crying. He was loosing her. One of his worst fears was coming true. But he didn't. He needed to be strong for her. He needed to make her last moments on earth, memeorable. He picked up the rose she dropped, and pulled back a bit. He wiped away her tears and tucked the rose behind her ear. He smiled, as she looked like the moon; glowed like the moon. He held her face in his hands and rested his forehead aginst hers.
"You go do what you have to do. I'll be here waiting." he leaned down and kissed her softly. She looked up at him and handed him the rose. She wanted to leave him a reminder of her, so he would never forget her. She lightly wispered a chant over it and handed him the rose.
"Here, keep this. If the rose were to ever die, you would know if I died. If the rose doesn't, then you know I'm still alive. You can keep it anywhere, to water attatched." she chocked out a laugh and handed him the rose. Then she kissed him once more, and vanished as a beam of light, towrds the moon.'
He heard light giggling and he turned to look at Rin. He raised an eyebrow in questioning, but she just shook her head. The sun would be setting in a few hours, so he desided that they would set up camp. he looked back at her one more time, before he got up to get some wood for a fire. As he stalked through the woods, a familar, but unwelcomed sent reached his nose. He started to growl as he jumped to avoid the oncoming attack. His brother just didn't know when to stay away. He just wasn't in the mood, at all. He glared at him through the emotionless mask as he reached for his sword.
"Leave, Inuyasha. I am not in the mood." he said emotionless.
Inuyasha snorted. "Since when are you ever?" he yelled as he went to attack again.
Isabella woke with a pounding headach. She reached out with her hands and felt grass, where she should have felt turned up dirt. She shot up and looked around. Maybe she shouldn't have, as she started to feel lightheaded. She looked over when she heard a light gasp. What she saw made her confused. It was a small human girl, with big, wide brown eyes, with an orange kimono. She turned around when she heard a grunt and saw a two headed dragon. Now she was more confused. Where the hell was she, and who the hell took her? She looked around the clearing, and a sent hit her like a brick wall. She knew that sent, though it had been almost three hundred years since she last smelled it. She looked back to the girl.
"You know Sesshomaru?" She asked hopeful. The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled. She shook her head eagerly.
"Yea! Though I think he's tied up. I heard him fighting with Inuyasha."
Isabella's brow furrowed in confusion. Who was this Inuyasha? And why was he fighting with Sesshomaru? She turned her head sharply as she heard a loud snap as a tree buckeled under an attack. Then, out popped someone clad in red, followed by Sesshomaru. She stood up and placed herself infront of the girl. She looked over at Sesshomaru, just as he looked up at her. Then, the one in red charged at him. Just in time, Sesshomaru shot into the air, flipped, and landed right infront of her. She didn't have time for anything else, for she heard "Windscar" being yelled and saw the attack coming. So, unthinkingly, she shot forward and put up a barrair to protect Sesshomru and the girl. She put her arm infront of her protectively, and when the attack came, the barrair lit up white whrn the forces hit each other. When it was over, she pulled her arm back, and shot it out as though she was going to puch him. Though he was a good few yards away. Insdead, an invisible force shot out, and nocked him back into the next clearing.
Sesshomaru stood there, his mouth slightly open and his eyes stared at her in shock. She had never been that powerful before! What had she been doing over the past few centuries? He had always been the one to protect her, and just then, it had been the other way around. He wouldn't have been able to block the attack in time. I guess that was why she acted. Her protective feeling must have kicked in. But she suddenly turned around, and he couldn't stop staring. It had been so long. She stood infront of him, grown into a full woman, and she couldn't have been more beautiful. Her skin was still pale and glowed, and her eyes still were that beautiful midnight blue. Her wings had disapared when she tucked them away. Again, he was torn between his past feelings for her, and the ones now. She must not have seen it, as she ran to him, and flug her arms around him. But he couldn't let his emotions get to him. He let out a sigh and said," Are you going to let go now?"
Isabella sighed and let go. She was expecting that much. After all, she left him, heartbroken, for three hundred years. She took a step back and looked up at him. She didn't know what he would see there, and didn't care. It may have been a pathatic look, a guilty look, a pleading look, a blank look, an understading look, or all the above togather. As much as she's been dreaming of this moment, she also had been dreading it. What if he didn't take her back? What if he completely forgotten her? What if he moved on, found another love, and still forgotten her? Or what if he hated her? Hated her so much he wanted her dead? She placed her hands behind her back, so he wouldn't see them in such a tight ball as she tried to hide her anxity.
"Will you allow me to explain?" she said in a more stirdy voice, then how she felt. She just saw him nod and they went over to where she was laying, and made a fire. She watched everymood he made, studing everything about him, and winced. He changed, a lot. And she had a forbidden feeling, it was all her fult. Yea... this would not turn out as she had hoped for, but then, why should it? She sat infront of the fire, with Sesshomaru sitting beside her. With him this close, it was easier to read his aura, and that made her feel worse. Oh yea... She had alot of explaining to do tonight.