Characters don't belong to me (all owns to Rumiko Takahashi), but the story is mine.

In the wind.
A. Teach.


The gentle breeze blew, moving his platinum hair.
Bringing a peculiar smell of flowers and death.

Sweet and sublime, to his nostrils.
He knew that she don't left him.

She was there, with him.
The wind remembered it as a whim.

Her essence remained intact.
Her essence remained in the wind.

And the memory was still there.
The memory of her sweet Kagura.

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I love this pair. And inspiration knock me so I decide to write this.

Is my first fic/poem in english, so please be kind with me. If there's an error, let me know.

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