Horse Tears, an InuYasha fanfiction.
By sunanempire, who holds no rights over the fanbase, actual show and manga or any mentions of song, literature or quotes.
T rated fanfiction; rating may change later on.
Enjoy.
Ask her, I adore her.
I'm Sick, by Katie Stelmanis
Her hands met the wiry sheen of fur the horse before her bore. Blue eyes sparkled with wonder as it puffed, nostrils flared and ears flicked in greeting. It was so strange being gifted something of so much value in their time. Soon, she sussed that the man across the way meant business... and by business, he was serious about her. Already.
Too soon, her heart fluttered and cried. Suddenly, her knees felt weak and she leaned against the gentle beast before her, face pressed to its well-groomed, scented mane. Lavender, how lovely. With some semblance of grace she peeked through that lovely pale hair to the dark, olive-skinned man waiting for acceptance or rejection. Hands clenched from a window far above, an aura flared but was quickly swallowed as he watched her bend at the waist, long hair braided and lovely fell over one shoulder as an invitation to the youkai.
The man swept low to one knee and immediately offered a second gift, which alarmed golden eyes widened as he fashioned it on her wrist. His scent would be about her and the dog demon felt fury twist through him tighter than it ever had before. Perhaps the Lord would scare her with his brevity. Curious, a pale nose leaned closer to the pane, his breath fogged as he spied, unknowing of the presence behind him.
"Lord Sesshoumaru," his ward called, surprising him greatly. The man had been so wrapped up in seeing Kagome cover her face, watching her arms wrap around the horse and gently touch the hands that clasped the silver jewelry around a dainty wrist. He could watch no longer, the demon lord turned to his ward who touched his armored chest.
He put up his defenses again, the armor not worn often in the safety of his home. Rin smiled and urged him gently to his desk, a drawer tugged with small fingers and a smile, "It isn't too late, you know."
Golden eyes shone with confusion and expected sadness... the slightest touch of hope. "There is always a chance."
The chestnut box embroidered gold was pressed into his hands and she left, humming and terribly in love with her own journey. It was only natural that the child wanted him to find happiness, she loved him. Again, he glanced to the window as the young visiting lord helped her onto the horse, using his hands instead of grasping her waist.
Clawed hands thumbed over the polished container and like a fool, damned and terrible he placed it back in the drawer which shut with a soft click. Hopes did not suit a man with so much responsibility. It made him look weak. But truly, this made him look more of a coward than ever but there was no one to witness, Rin gone and leaving more each day to the arms of another, Kagome already pining, desiring a slice of happiness that he too craved.
And there was the dilemma that stood as a tower would. A skyscraper in her books that he'd read countless times (a paperback casually tucked behind hundreds of important scrolls in that bright, large office. To intercept the suitor of olive skin and dark hair, to rip the joy from his kind, oak-shaded eyes as he laid claim on the raven miko at the entrace of his fortress.
His home was much like his heart. And there was a whisper which said that Kagome was a big, big part of it. The drawer the box sat in was patted, he moved to the door - it was opened by a slave who had given three soft, unnoticable knocks. "Lord Isamu, of house Watanabe has arrived."
Oh. Golden eyes blinked, interested, uninterested, angry, worried. That was his name.
