Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru….
Such a pretty name. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Kagome wrote the name in a practiced hand on a long piece of paper. Then, she lifted her brush, dipped it in the inkwell and placed it next to the finished word. She began again.
Taisho….
Sesshoumaru paced his study turning over the asylum visit from the previous week in his mind. It's state of ruin was unacceptable. The fascinating and strange patients had burned a hole in his mind all week and he needed to see that they were properly cared for. He discovered as he had left that day that Miroku was the sole remaining caregiver of the entire establishment. All others had deserted the place. Because of this and happenings like it, Sesshoumaru felt there was little hope for the world. It had become a place without honor. People denounced their responsibilities and ran away left and right. He'd seen it everywhere he'd ever been. Miroku was the first exception he'd ever come across. He took care of the place as best he could, meaning he kept the patients alive and tended to, which would explain the shabby state of the actual building.
But why had he stayed? What had made this man keep a lost cause alive?
Miroku was a curiosity in Sesshoumaru's eyes, and because of that had unintentionally won the beginning twinges of respect from the doctor.
So many questions ran through his mind that week, and for weeks to come. What kind of honor held Miroku there? Why was everyone locked away like a dangerous prisoner? Why was the girl Kagome… why was she there at all?
Continuation has begun! Im so excited! I'm writing again! I just started college, so anything written will be very sporadic. But it feels so good to be writing again! I haven't written in months and months!
Thanks for reading! :D