Ch. 4- Remorse and Understanding
Thanks to the fresh wounds it took another three days for Sesshomaru to get better.
One dark morning my mother and I awoke to a worm fire. The wood for tomorrow was stacked in a corner and the beddings of the cot the demon used were neatly folded and on a pillow.
As the fuzzies cleared from my mind I realized that is was only my mom and me.
It can't be, he's not gone, right?
"Sesshoma…" ru I thought finishing his name. He really wasn't there.
Before I could stop myself I was out the door and looking around in the darkness.
"Your not here are you?" closing my eyes I leaned back against our hut. For some odd reason I suddenly felt so alone.
"Come back in Kitzu, you'll catch a cold." My mom called for me but I ignored her.
Where could he have gone?
I began to chew my bottom lip.
*Sigh*
"You should listen to your mom you know." Opening my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. He hadn't left! He'd only gone to get water from the stream.
"Yeah but." I blushed.
"But what?" he smirked back at me in his usual blaize manor.
"I… um… I was… uh… worried that one of your wounds had reopened… yeah." The word stumbled out to fast and I know he saw through them.
"Mhm." Opening the thatch hut door he said good morning to my mom and sat the buckets down.