Disclaimer - Don't own anything inuyasha related, just writing a story. It took long enough but I finally finished the story. May not go as I originally envisioned it, but I'm a guy so convoying a romantic story of lost, found and more, probably isn't my strong suite, probably lost you now. Enjoy.
"Free as the wind…"
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as he stared at the tree with a apathetic look, though he was feeling another way. He wasn't certain how to feel actually. He had did something spontaneous and out of character, off the whim that he might encounter someone who was suppose to be dead.
Why did it even bother him? He was certain it wasn't Naraku but specifically her scent. He had seen both parish, and yet when he caught a simple whiff of ash, he had memories of the field of flowers. He did wish he could do more that day, but what happened, happened.
"kisama" He muttered as his eyes flickered around. He could see that he was safe, though it was more of his privacy that he was concerned about. Regal as ever, he took a squat underneath the tree as touched the feather that reminded him of Kagura.
"Baka-san, I remember when you feel into the river." He said to himself chucking a little. "I was going to let you drown…" He followed blowing the white object from his claws.
"But your ward jumped in after me?" A warm, silky voice said on the back of his neck. It was a warm breathe, he could smell the musk, and could feel the touch, but did not turn back.
Apart of him did not want to face disappointment just yet. He remained silent, not sure if his psyche was playing with him, or if he had just been snuck upon without knowing.
"I'm still free, and can see you're not with that disgusting kappa yōkai." He was certain that was real. He did not even acknowledge Jakken being that specific type, merely just his following servant.
He turned his head up and closed his eyes. He would not lower himself to grunting, or talking to himself as if he were some lunatic. Only lesser Yokai and some Oni would do such a thing. Possibly a Hanyou under the influence of sort, but not him, he was a Daiyokai, the highest tier and the stronger demon in the lands.
"Ama-zake! So Lord is it safe to assume you're not paying attention to me. I left you a Daruma, if you haven't notice." She taunted, but Sesshoumaru was not certain what opinion he should be having. He had heard stories of a Gaijin being followed by his dead wife, and upon looking back she vanished instead of being revived.
"Enryo." Sesshoumaru finally spoke more to himself. He had discipline and was not going to compromise. If he could ignore Inuyasha, resist killing lesser beings intent on challenging him and could monitor his lands without being a constant war lord, he could bare just relaxing.
"Meinichi!" He heard a brief pause, "Its why you're here." He could feel her warmth, as she pressed her hand on his shoulder. He could feel the texture of her palm through his Kimono. He bit his lip and made a low grunt, it just couldn't be real.
It had actually been a year since she had been killed. Was he just drawn to the location subconsciously? He could blame his sword, the Tenseiga was big on making him compassionate, and didn't want to work he one time he was fully intent on reviving someone.
"Prove you are not a figment of my mind, and I'll consider it." He kept a stoic expression, instead of letting a scowl fully form on his face. He had acknowledged the voice meaning his already was growing weary and letting down his defenses.
He felt pressure on his pelt, and a soft palm rub coolly over his chest. It felt as if someone was giving him a hug from behind. He could see the this ebony mane from the corner of his golden eyes, he could feel the pricked hairs on the back of his neck being forced to lay down.
He sighed as he wasn't sure what to make of the situation, there was only one safe method. He drew forth his clams and watched them fill with poison. His Dokkasō
Fully ready to be utilized, he turned around and took a swift, albeit lazy swipe to whatever was behind him.
"It seems things don't change, Sesshoumaru-Sama." Kagura said as Sesshoumaru stood confused. He didn't see her, his eyes were closed as he was not giving in.
"If you look at me, you'll know I'm real." She pleaded, as he stood, proudly with his nose held high ignoring her voice.
"This Sesshoumaru, will not entertain the notion that a dead woman is talking to me." He drew forth his sword, intent on using it. Looking ahead he seen hands were wrapped around his waist, as black pinned up hair attached to a head was pressing on his stomach.
"Kagura-Chan…San…" Sesshoumaru stumbled, this was to weird and awkward. He rubbed his eyes, feeling embarrassed just, at little but more defensive. He wanted to hop away and attack, to be safe that it wasn't a trap, but he wasn't sure if it was just his mind.
"You're too formal Sesshoumaru No kimi." She muffled as he feel captive to the urge to soothe over her hair. He could enjoy the moment, briefly, he deserved it. He was thinking of too much, and just a little relaxation might be worth it, real or not.
Not sure where to go from here so I ended it. I kind of wanted Sesshoumaru to have some sort of happiness, to contrast the previous chapter.
Key words are following
No kimi - suffix for a prince or princess.
Baka - Idiot
Sama - Lord
San - Mr./MS
Ama-zake - A sweet sake, Kagura is question if Sesshoumaru may be under the influence of a drink or something.
Kisama - Scum/Bastard but honorific, if Sesshoumaru were to curse, he'd likely still be proper.
Enryo - Restraint
Daruma - A doll
Meinichi - Anniversary of a funeral
