A/N: Another idea that came to me while listneing to music. Lately my ideas have begun to get a bit bogged down and repetive so hopefully these extra two chapter will explain my lack of updating. Well, I'm off to work on Scandalous Investigations. Don't forget to check out authors MelInuLover, midnight87, kittykritic, TheNewKid04. Hoefully you enjoy this little attempt at reading entertainment.
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Seasons of Love
Cascading from the tree-tops, they fell as if fleeing from the sky itself; the vastness of space and time finally becoming apparent in the grand scheme of things. Landing in piles and carpets on the lush layer of grass, the leaves shown brilliantly with their own inner fire that seemed to be pronounced for the countryside to see yet, in some spiritual way, hid a deep and burning ambition; hid an indescribable rise of emotions that burrowed beneath the surface of those pronounced colors. Even she, caring and understanding with wisdom born of another life, had misread the color standing before her; the colors that had somehow etched their way into her life, an anger rising from the depths of her mind.
Plucking a couple from the air, Kagome took notice of those colors; those colors whom she had felt she despised in some previous life, were now replaced with an angry misunderstanding. Leaves in hand, Kagome turned to look at the tree from which they had fallen. She almost pitied the tree, how the bonds that it had once shared with the leaves, its children, had now broken. She hated that word however-broken. It pooled forth the guilt and anguish that resulted from what she had broken; what she had broken to have to remain here-in this alien world-with nothing but those selfish colors to keep her company and to keep her safe.
Kagome took one last glance at the leaves in her hand, wanting nothing more than to throw them on the ground and walk away. Instead, with her heart instructing her to be patient, she pocketed the leaves in a book. Kagome looked forward to where she was heading toward and who she would see. Releasing the air from her mouth in a sigh, she grudgingly went forward with her own journey, still unsure what her heart hand planned for mind.
Red and gold flooded her memory; the same colors she had pocketed became the exact same thing she was moving toward.
Fall was certainly an ironic season.
Where was the beautiful green grass she had seen; grass as green as her envy that had scoured the very ground on which she walked. Why, it lay caked below several feet of snow and ice as more of the fluffy dots of frozen rain streamed down the sky's face. Her heart panged to look at the ground, to take in the color of the snow and how fluffy it appeared to be. Kagome could picture herself to be a piece of grass, just having bloomed into the their world during the fall to take in the wondrous gold and red leaves that fell from the sky; one would fall on top of her, embracing her in its warmth and apparent affection.
Then she had been blindsided by this assault; this assault on the happiness she would have inherited; the assault on her identity that she had created for herself; the assault on her own feelings and how it seemed they could never be mutual. The greenness of her grass lay just below the surface, only jolting above this new ground every once in a while as the new ground threatened to thicken and overrun her.
Kagome only needed to turn her head to gaze at her passion, cloaked in vibrant red and white. She could see as Inuyasha watched as the flames of the heat provided for the group flickered around some of the wood, and the grass that helped to ignite it. Inuyasha's hand grew tight on his Tetsusaiga and Kagome could visualize what plagued his mind, another surge of envy bubbling before resting below the skin; the fire had given it away. He was imagining his past Kagome knew (or so she thought); Inuyasha could only remember how he lost Kikyou to a villain's treachery and as such, would not and could not care for Kagome as he did for Kikyou. Such was her fate, just was the fate of the grass to be oppressed by the snow.
Turning her head towards the exit of the natural landform, she could see the trees; dead and bare. However, Kagome failed to recognize the strength of that tree; the strength that allowed it to stand upright, despite the viciousness of the pounding snow around it; that strength that told it to sleep and accept the time, rather than to shrivel and die; that strength which would help it to bloom again despite the appearance it currently held.
Was it so unimaginable to picture Kagome as a piece of grass, burning in the fire of the cave? Was it so unimaginable to consider perhaps Inuyasha thought the same as he watched the grass burn?
Emerald drops that fell from the sky, landing abruptly on the undernourished buds of the trees; life reawakening from its slumber. All seemed to mark the majesty and fantastic elements of spring. The snow had long since melted, letting the grass absorb the sun's golden rays as it once again became the dominant scenery of the countryside.
Those white triangles adjoined to Inuyasha's head fidgeted as the rain fell around them, running down his hair and into the grass he lay upon. The slow and negligible force landed in the grass, dampening the soft ground and causing little streams of liquid to slither through the green plants. Inuyasha could only watch into the sky as it continued to fall, still refusing to move from his place among the grass which had so captivated him for the past half of a year. The blades tickled his ears as they flicked away the heaven's water, sensations burrowing down into his abdomen and out with every breath; the grass held him by his hand and kept him neatly situated with nary a complaint from his lips.
Inuyasha's hand outstretched to his side, his fingers stopping in front of one of the miniature streams created by the collision of seasons. He achieved some degree of success, only to have it swept away by the new current created from the pressure of his touch. Letting out a small sigh he relinquished himself from the ground, still boldly braving the onslaught of a warm winter's tears. Inuyasha wished he could stop the stream, the flow of pent-up tears but, in a wise way, knew that such was only a natural part of life and knew that in time the matter would be resolved allowing him to lay entangled in the grass once and forever more.
Before departing the forest and making his way back to the cold stares of the misguided, Inuyasha allowed a smile to cross his face as he glanced upon the trees. Amazing how, even after winter's hellish assault, those trees still stood firm; those trees stood well within the rapture of the forest's floors grassy knolls. Mayhap the leaves had been strewn from the branches and mayhap those very leaves had rotten but, still the tree stay erected in its place with an unyielding determination to press on.
How ironic: the very same thing that Inuyasha had been adhered to was the very same thing he was relating to.
The air swiveled around the trunks of the forest trees, bathing them warm summer currents that seemed to be generated from the gods themselves. The temperature had risen a great deal the past few weeks, escalating from refreshing warmth to a blistering hot. Sweat could be felt as it dripped from each person's pores and fell down into the patches of dirt on the forest floor. Even during the darkened night, with the only visible light being those of the stars while the moon stayed invisible, the hot air and lack of tension would be felt around the group.
How was it that one so ill-equipped was given such a simple task? His hind paws gripped the brown ground as his nose scuffed along, searching desperately for his comrades. Lack of any guidance (being as the other three sent him off to do this on his own), he searched desperately for a grassy knoll to wrest in, overwhelmed by the presence of the vast number of trees. How he longed for one gentle summer rain to wisp the heat away; an ironic twist of what he had previously wanted.
The spring rains had long since parted, creating numerous green leaves to decorate the trees; allowing the grass to cease its tears and display its proud colors to all of nature. However, summer rains were unpredictable and, as such, returned every once in awhile to overwater Earth's plants. It was tolerable ago for the rains blew over after only a few minutes, leaving the intermingling of nature more time then they could ever find a use for.
After minutes upon minutes of searching, Shippou finally found a place to rest, complete with lush grass surrounding the roots of a tall and thick tree. Still keeping his nose to the ground, Shippou moved ever quickly to the tree, passing through some bushes. When he emerged from the foliage labyrinth, Shippou could feel something soft, almost silky smooth, draped across his face. It was almost as if he were rolling in a field of especially soft grass. Removing the cloth wrapped around him, Shippou's breath caught in his lungs of the familiar white, green and red colorings were associated with various memories. Despite his better judgment and out of impulse, Shippou cocked his head to look up into the treetop.
What Inuyasha could see in Shippou's eyes was the horror, The Horror; noticing everything that was happening around and to him, Inuyasha really couldn't blame him. He opened his mouth to call out to him, only to be silenced a moment later by soft lips.
Fleeing for his sanity, Shippou ran the majority of the trek back to the camp. He couldn't wait to tell the others exactly where all of the damned heat was coming from.
It was a word that seemed to play repeatedly throughout the nerves in her head.
Time.
Time was the sole thing that seemed to link her to the continuing journey of life. Time had been what started her quests, time had been what ended heartache; time had been what fated friendship, time had been destroyed a nemesis. Time had been such a factor and limitation in her life until now; time had renounced its influences, vesting the power back to whom in belonged.
How much time had Kagome invested into this whole ordeal? Had it been a year, a decade, a single romantic night; the interpretations seem delusional but the perception of time is completely dependant on memories, of which for Kagome, have been ripped and fabricated, leaving only the most recent and most joyous. Joyous memories seemed to have a calling for her as of late, sneaking up her side in the middle of the night as she slept between arms and orange tinted leaves.
Autumn had come once again, bringing with it cooler breezes and a vast number of colored leaves (aside from the color green). As a cloud glided through the sky and over her head, Kagome could see the blue sky and rays of sunshine as they illuminated the world as well as where both she and Inuyasha lay. The rays of light were absorbed by the quickly changing leaves, giving them a brilliant shimmering of gold, red and orange. Sitting upright, Kagome fidgeted herself out of a protective embrace and muddled her way over to the yellow bag she traveled with; rummaging through, Kagome removed a conveniently silver colored book, thick with numerous pages. The arms wrapped around her again, Inuyasha's voice asking her questions, as she flipped through the pages, pulling out a perfectly preserved specimen.
Leaning back with her head resting against the soft cloth, almost as if she were resting in a bed of those red leaves, Kagome held her leaves to the sun; rays of light piercing through the leaves and around both Inuyasha and Kagome, embedding them in a halo of light. It flickered off of the purple jewel around her neck, a beautiful silhouette canvassed for everyone to see.
The past year had finished in a rush; so many variables had been overcome, so many more possibilities laid ahead. It didn't matter however; Kagome had time to sort things out. The two of them, stretching in the soft grass, watch as a few clouds rolled by, never daring to block out the sun. The clouds were dark, obviously filled with water that would no doubt bring out the greenest coloring of the grass but still, so long as the trees shaded and covered some part of grass from harm, so could the grass grow more in greater numbers and more benevolent; nature would continue it's longevity, just as their proven love had.
End Notes: Wasn't originally going to post...however...I want to now...inform me of any mistakes. Reviews or Flames welcome.