A boy walked silently into the cold, melancholy chapel. Silently, as the scent of roses overcame everything in the parameter. Silently, as crimson lace was thrown over the woman on a very, special day. A day that is coming for everyone.
A funeral.
"Sebastian," a young woman's voice called out as she gripped her sides, holding back tears, " How many people have you seen die?"
The man clad in butler attire glanced over to her indifferently, a smirk playing on his lips, "Over the past decades that I have been alive, many humans have met their end." he stared at the girl who was trembling in the dark corner of the church, gazing into empty space, "And you, Kagome?"
Said girl glanced up at him.
He smiled at her, "How many people have you seen die?"
A small flash of regret shown in her eyes, solemnly, she smiled at him before glancing back down, as if to hide her head in shame, "More than you could imagine." she bit her lip gently, " Much more gruesome than Madam Red's death."
Sebastian's eyes widened minutely, " Then how come your taking this so hard? If you trul-"
"You haven't seen me when I'm sad," Kagome interrupted as she squeezed her knees, " There are things much worse than just death." she bit out sourly.
Sebastian suppressed a chuckle, "And what would that be?"
Kagome stayed silent for a moment, staring at the ground beside her, "Not knowing if someone died." she paused and took a deep breath, "Not knowing if someone was alive."
Another pause.
Slowly, a small, choked sob made its way to the demon's ears and Kagome finally spoke again, "Or thinking, everyday, that it was your fault that someone might be dead, and never knowing if your can truly blame yourself or not."
Tears streamed down Kagome's face as she thought.
She hadn't really brought up the subject to anyone until now. She had just kept trying to deny herself the inevitable.
Miroku was probably dead because of her. It was all her fault.
A large, muscular hand laid on her shoulder. Kagome looked up, seeing Sebastian's smiling face. Maybe he was going to be nice for once...
"Now don't you think it's rude of you to be sitting her sobbing? After all, the master hasn't even shed one tear, and it's his aunt's funeral. Not yours." he grabbed her arm and forcefully lifted her up, making her head raise in the process. She sighed inwardly and looked ahead.
So much for being nice.
"Now stop fussing, your a disgrace to the Phantomhive household."
She began to wipe at her tear-stained cheeks. There wasn't any point in arguing with him, might as well try and do what he says.
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She glanced around before wiping some dirt that had gathered on her skirt. She looked to the side and whispered to Sebastian, "I'm going outside for a minute, okay?"
His eyes glanced her way and he made a brief nod.
She smiled and slowly crept towards the exit. Silently, she pulled it open and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air. She sighed contentedly before walking forward.
And then she looked up.
There, in a silk, white suit was a man with long silver hair and piercing, golden eyes.
"S- Sesshomaru..?"
He stared at her blankly, " Well, you haven't changed at all."
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Okay! So, new, short chapter _. And yes, Sesshomaru won the votes by a land slide...So here he is. :D And, miraculously, this all fits in with the plot too! XD Okay.. SO please review and tell me what your think.. Talk to ya next chapter :'DD