"Well" by Abraxas (2008-09-07)
The sun cracked through the window and its light awoke the woman.
Kagome struggled then accepted the reality of it - that it was yet another day she would be trapped inside of Modern Japan.
"Why was I so stupid?" she asked, aloud, crawling off of the bed.
With only the blanket wrapped about her body she approached the window perplexed yet composed. The anomaly, whatever it was, proved to be innocent. If anything it was annoying. Despite closing and locking and blinding when she awoke the window was always open. Just, always open.
It did not happened until she returned….
The rest of the day followed habits instilled since childhood. Breakfast with the family. That was accompanied by a walk through the temple. Then she walked Souta to and from school; then she ran errands through the city.
She spent the quiet little moments between the appointments of that schedule revisiting the places she used to haunt with friends. Sometimes she toured the park, strolled through shops, went to the WacDonnald's. Most of the times she trekked by the high school to watch teachers and students and parents - then, walking away, she thought about what she sacrificed of the present while adventuring within the past.
A sacrifice that a simple act of fear wasted….
Kagome walked like a ghost doomed to relive its regret.
The people she knew moved away. Her girlfriends, even Hojo, were scattered about the country and forgot that she existed.
The worst part of it, though, was the loss of that connection with those real friends left at the Feudal Era. Sango and Miroku were long, lost memories. Shippo and Koga - and Sesshoumaru - vanished without a trace. Like the villages and the forests and the tomb of Inuyasha obliterated by progress that could not abide with such, ancient curiosities.
That evening she returned to the well. Its stony lips seemed to speak unthinkable mysteries. She wondered, again, about its secret, hidden agenda. Gazing into its abyss she looked for answers though not a whisper replied.
Again - yet strongest at that place - she was tormented by the memory of her friends. Despite the struggles and dangers, she loved that quest with its many, little moments of happiness. She was complete then and she learned so much about herself. Then, she had had a future set within that village; now she knew what it was to be useless.
An outsider, out of time and space, she was not meant to be a part of the world.
Only the strength she gained way back when stopped the urge to jump into the well and end everything.
There was a limit to that strength….
Kagome left the hut unaware of cobwebs at the supports of the ceiling. Those beams of wood had not been dusted since the structure was erected. She was unaware of the hair, long and white, entangled with the realms of spiders.
An night she was free to visit the past if only through sleep. But more and more the dreams were filled with echoes of that moment of weakness. The visions came like flashes - suggestions - of what happened that night when life changed forever. The taste of lips. The tough of flesh to flesh. Long, white hair brushing against features. Slowly, slowly, as if time itself paused, slowly, just to soak that plethora of senses that followed the foreplay.
She was clasped by the strength of arms then blanketed by the warmth of bodies. The pressure of the embrace engulfed the nakedness. Then and only then, shockingly aware of her existence, she felt a heat, growing and stiffening, penetrate into her body. Aware, too, of her lover, she grasped his shoulders and thrust into his body.
Overwhelmed by the pleasures of release she shuddered the name -
"Sesshoumaru!"
- the name escaped her lips through gasp both within the vision that relieved the act and reality beyond the veil of sleep.
Kagome awoke. Suddenly. Sweat drenched the pillow. A cool summer breeze shuffled through the window as if to relieve the fever. She gazed toward the window - its curtains flapping - its shape framed the crescent of the moon.
(700)