G is for Gone
Sesshoumaru ran through the forest. Where was he? If he did not find him soon, he'd get lost.
He turned his head towards a distant scent of the other. He turned on his heels, his shoes torna apartt, clothes ripped broken.
He was panting heavily, and he was drenched in the water from the pouring rain. His foot hit a root, and he fell, face first in the dirt. But he only stumbled up, just a little slower than usual. Darn, he'd sprained his ankle.
He finally caought sight of the other man, and fell, once againg, to the floor of the forest.
Luckily, for him, he grabbed Jakotsu's arm as he fell, and the other man had to stop. Or, more like, he fell, too.
"Sessy?" Jakotsi asked, looking mildly confused.
"Don't leave."
Jakotsu carefully removed Sesshoumarus hand from his wrist. "I'm sorry." He walked away, leaving Sesshoumaru on the ground. Sesshoumaru could not hold it anymore, though. The tears started to fall down his face, mixing with the rain and mud. He was gone. Jakotsu was gone.
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