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Mimicking Darkness
Chapter 3
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'thoughts'
"speech"
oOoOoOo - begin/end flashback
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Cold. That was the only word that could describe how he felt right now. He had put her in a seperate room for the rest of the night; the one conjoined to his.
He had checked to see if she was alright, at the most, every five minutes. She was.
She had fallen asleep in his arms not to long ago. He maintained himself for a while until he too, grew weary. His reasoning, to place her in his bed, was in turmoil, for if he had placed her next to him, in his bed, his beast would have become overwheled... He wouldn't forgive himself.
He walked back over to her door, for the umpteenth time that night, and opened it. Awake. There she sat, the full moon capturing her in it's soft, luminescent glow. Pure bliss.
He became intoxicated, if not completely overwhemed, not only by the sight before him, but also by the exotic and indescribable scent she carried within her heat.
His eyes glowed.
She looked at him then, and time seemed to slow. An almost reconizable look shattering her innocent feartures - fear.
Not now! Why! Why did she look at him with such fear and reconization.
He looked at his hands. Enlongated claws, seen through red.
Fear of his own broke through. She saw him. Not as her savior, but as the one whom took her away.
Covering his face, he ran.
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Shivering. Scared. The feeling of deep loathing.
He... He was the one.
How could she have not known? How could he be the one to... How?
She brought her knees to her chest. Slow, shaking sobs racked her body.
Could she not see that he was the one that took her away?
Questions, so many. There was nothing she could do. She was terrified.
Mimicking Darkness! That's what he was doing. She should have known.
He lied to her! He made her believe he was kind. Freely giving her trust to him. Finding protection in him.
Almost... Almost loving him.
She was so naive! Her savior? Why would she think such a thing! He was no savior. Now she understood. She understood why the dark was enshrouding him.
He was scared. Scared of himself.
Determination filled her eyes then. She was no child. She would confront him, and demand... What?
She knew the reason he brought her here, took her away. She understood his reason now.
Rising from the cold warmth of her bed, she ran to him.
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His study was in shreads.
His desk in pieces. Papers and precious documents strewn about the floor. Irreplacable tapestries shreaded. Vases shattered. Portraits broken and tattered. All was a mess, and there he stood, staring out the window, malice, to himself, upon his face.
He swung around in rage at the sound of his study door opening. Claws flexed and claws bared.
Recoiling when he saw her. Her tear streaked face, and the sadness within her eyes.
"Why?... Why did you lie to me? Why did you keep me here, away from it all. The world! You diliberatly kept me locked up! Without the slightest knowledge of true YOU!"
He flinched. Not once looking at her face.
"YOU! DAMN YOU! All you have done was keep me away! I -"
"I needed you!" He yelled out, "I... I was keeping you safe! I would never let any harm ever come to you! I'm... I'm sorry..."
She stood there, dazed. He... He was sorry. She stumbled towards him, arms outstreched. She never made it. He held her back.
"I'm taking you back tomorrow. There is no need for you here. Here in a world of demons. I kept you here of my own selfish greed."
And he was gone. Nothing but a gust of wind in his wake. Falling to her knees, she wept.
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The following morning she awoke in an old abandoned hut, not far from the village she once resided in.
Had it been a dream.
No. It was real. His molten gold eyes, that were frigid and cold, yet so warm and inviting. His deep, unwavering voice, that sent shivers up the spine. His large, smooth hands, even after years of training and battles, never seemed to callouse. And never could she forget the feather-like expertise of his lips.
It was all there. As vivd as everthing was now.
A red glow shown through from the other side of the door of the room she was in. Scrambling out of the firm futon and web-like blankets, she ran to it.
"Sesshomaru!"
Embers. Glowing embers, dimming from lack heat. The fire had beenput out a short time ago. Heartbroken, she sat next to the dimming embers and slowly brought them back to life.
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He sat not too far away from a small hut on the outskirts of what he believed to be her village, on a tree branch. He would watch over her, seeing no harm came, or even attempted to come, her way.
He brought her to this abadoned hut after he had calmed somewhat. It was one of... No, the hardest thing he ever had to do.
oOoOoOo
He paced outside his study doors.
She knows!
He was an idiot! He should have waited until her heat was over. Standing still, he sighed. Opening the door to his study, he grimaced.
There she lay, in the middle of it all. The wreckage.
An angel in the midst of chaos.
Shoulders hunched and shuddering. He heard her hushed whimpers. Her quiet heaving sobs. He walked towards her, quiet and slow, almost languid, if not for his quick stride to get to her. To comfort her.
He stood behind her, never once making a sound. He stood, until her sobs subsided. Her breathing evened. Her body relaxed. Until she was asleep.
She still held sadness upon her face, even in the midst of slumber.
Carefully he hoisted her into his arms, close to his chest. Breathing in her intoxicating scent. Careful not to jostle her, so she wouldn't wake. Closing his eyes, and relishing her feel, her warmth, her scent, her being. With a slight rumbling in his chest, he ran through the broken window in his study into an unwavering starless night.
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Growling to himself, he mentally shook away the memory of last night.
Never in all the years he had lived, had he done something so foolish. Not even as a pup! Sighing he mentally shook his head.
Turning his attention back to the hut as the scent he knew all to well grew stronger.
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She slowly emerged from the hut, wiping away invisable tearson the sleeve of her pale grey kimono. Inhaling deeply she took in her surroundings.
The area was bleak, yet flourised. Strong healthy trees grew all about. A trail lay infront of her, seemingly used often; seeing as fresh carriage tracks lay upon it. The strong smell of food came from the east. A village.
Humans... She was with them once again. How long it had been, she didn't know. A sudden calm washed over her. She was free again...
Again... Freedom was a great thing to possess, but if she was to be captured once more by those thirsting for light... He is the one she would choose first, second, and last for all eternity.
He showed her kindness, more than all others seemed to possess. He left her alone, gave her peace. He gave all that she needed, and all that she would want. But he lied...
Taking in a shuddering breath, she began her trek to the village, that was once her home.
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He watched her. Watched her every graceful step. His eyes never once leaving her frame.
"Beautiful... Why did I ever let her go..."
Slowly, closing his eyes, he listened to her soft footsteps as she walked away. He would take her again... Though first he had to earn her trust. Tonight, would be his first step in regaining what he had lost.
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Unbeknownst to him... The Darkness grew ever closer...
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TBC
And there you have it, chapter three! Yay!, i am now working on my story Insanity, but the ideas, come and go as the wind... so i need some help for this one people... ummmmm... well, yeah, please review, i would be very happy if you did... THANK YOU FOR READING!