Wind, An InuYasha Fan Fiction
An extremely late birthday gift or an extremely early one, depending on your point of view, for my friend GrandSpector. Hope she likes it!
The long white tail, soft with puppy fur, lay unmoving on the grass, the strands fluttering gently in the breeze. He stares into the past as the wind brushes his face, planting kisses throughout his hair. No one knows why he stands here, the powerful dog demon that he is. What business did the man have in the small field out in the countryside, filled with flowers and the wind for company?
His nose twitched like when one gets shivers trailing down their back. He turns slightly to peak over his shoulder, and grips onto a second one as fear of insanity gripped him. Nothing is there, and he fights for control of his mind, unable to control the thoughts that flowed crystal clear across his face.
She is perched on her pure white feather riding like Aladdin on his magic carpet, that young demon slayer, Kohaku he thinks it was, seated next to her. Her blood red eyes lock onto his silver ones and he is taken, though he doesn't know what it is that captures him. He draws his sword against the invisible threat.
She disappears, leaving her eyes to haunt him until they meet next. He focuses this time on the earring and clothes. The multicolored silk draws his attention to her. Her curves, her bearing. All of it draws his curiosity to its peak. Now three taunt his long dead emotions. He imagines the soft silk and swan feather earring brushing against his kosode. The purple and white outer robe, covering the white and salmon checkered over the baby blue and yellow.
She comes to him this time, rather than previous accidental encounters. She asks him to help her gain freedom. She wants to be the wind. He wants to help her. He dies inside as he knows he won't. It burns his rejected emotions to have common sense and pure self-preservation speak out of his mouth. When she leaves, deflated, he is assaulted by her scent, assaulted by wind-thrown sakura blossoms and meadow flowers.
He comes to her next, as she kneels dying from miasma, put in her by her very creator, free at last. She looks up at him, a small smile on her face in spite of the pain coursing through her.
"I can finally be the wind."
A tear rolls down the unblemished cheek that never once felt the drip of tears. Her wind follows him even to this day. He smells the faint perfume of unadultered nature in the wind as freedom finally came to her. She lives on.
He continues to stand on the small field before him, looking up to the sky as the feather of a flying bird flutters down, landing in front of him.
Hope you like it, my buddy!
Love,
I.L.K. 13
Review Question:
Does anyone think Sesshomaru was in love with Kagura?