Wanna love you, Wanna bug you, Wanna squeeze you, Stupid girl. Wanna touch you, Wanna take you, Wanna shut you, Stupid girl. I'm a loner, I'm a loser, I'm a winner, In my mind. I'm a bad one, I'm a good one, I'm a sick one, With a smile. I can't take this—born to break this. She's going away… What's wrong with my life today? Stupid Girl. (Cold—Stupid Girl)
Sesshoumaru sighed as he trodded through the seemingly empty house. He could hear Rin outside, laughing about something, and Jaken and Azuka were in another room arguing, but without Kyoko, the entire place seemed empty to him. He slowly made his way into their shared room. He noticed on the wall that her other sword, the one that she had taken from Satoru was on the wall—she had taken with her the one he had given to her. He took the sword from its place on the wall slowly and examined it for the first time ever.
The sword was beyond unique; it was within a class of its own—definitely Totosai's work. The hilt was made of the bones from an oni, carefully carved and sanded down to a beautiful finish. The scabbard was made from a maple tree, the particular scent seemed to be of no consequence to Sesshoumaru—it was a typical scabbard. He slowly withdrew the blade from the scabbard and revealed the shimmering, razor-sharp blade. He could feel power of some sort within the blade, but it was not a power he planned upon using. He could smell Kyoko's scent on the blade—it seemed as though she had the blade manufactured the same way his father had Tenseiga and Tetsusaiga made—from one of her own fangs.
Sesshoumaru smiled faintly at the blade in admiration. However, it was only a short amount of time that he managed to smile before the pain of Kyoko's absence came rushing back to him. He quickly returned the blade to its place on the wall and stormed out of the room. He entered the kitchen, his presence was enough to cause Jaken and Azuka's bickering to end immediately. "Jaken, Azuka, watch over Rin while I'm gone. I'll be back after a while—don't worry if I'm not back within a week or so. I plan upon taking my time—alone."
[He… he must really be in pain, seeing Kyoko leave with that Kusanagi or whatever his name is… he doesn't seem to think that she'll come back.] Azuka slowly approached Sesshoumaru. "Sesshoumaru-dono… She said she'd return. She'll be true to her word. Why don't you stay around for now? Didn't she—"
Sesshoumaru spun around, so not to face Azuka and Jaken. "Shut up! I don't care to see that woman ever—ever again!" Sesshoumaru raged as he stormed out of the room.
Jaken began to follow after him, but he was quickly tripped by Azuka.
"Baka! Can't you see why he's leaving?"
Jaken grumbled obscenities at the tanuki, but did not answer.
"He's not used to feeling like this. In his eyes, Kyoko just walked away, just as Naoko had."
"Who's Naoko?"
Azuka rolled her eyes. "Never mind."
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Sesshoumaru ran as quickly as his feet would carry him. Anger coursed through his veins, but it was pain that pulsed in his heart. [What's wrong with me? It's—It's because I don't understand… I thought she said that she wanted to stay here, with me. But… why did she leave then? She left me… She's leaving me—maybe for good… Damn that Kusanagi… If that son-of-a-bitch hadn't come, I'd be taking Kyoko with me now… I wanted her to come with me… to see my home… Not that the house on the side of the mountain isn't good… it's that a castle is a much more fitting place… I wanted… I wanted to bring her with me… I wanted to have her in my embrace as we walked through the gates…]
Sesshoumaru panted as he stood before the very gates to his own home. He took a few moments to compose himself and then entered his castle home.
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Kyoko sighed as she slowly followed behind Kusanagi. She had quickly become annoyed with him because he seemed as though he could only speak of what an idiot he thought Sesshoumaru was. She had yelled at him and threatened to just turn back and go home, but he did stop then. She longingly glanced back towards the mountain, which was fading away in the distance. [Maybe I shouldn't have left… I mean… was leaving the only right choice? I—Maybe I should just turn back now… I… I didn't think about Sesshoumaru… I didn't think about how he felt… I wonder… if he'll miss me as much as I'm already missing him? Or… does he hate me? Is that why he never really asked that I stay… he did sorta dodge the question…]
Kusanagi glanced back at Kyoko and took note of her crestfallen expression. He quickly grabbed her hands and held them in his own as he looked her in the eyes, a smile on his face. "Kyoko, I know you're sad about leaving, but really, its not that bad at home. Why—you'll have so much fun living there that you'll forget all about this place. It's not as bad there as you're thinking it is. Come on, let's forget about this place behind you—you've got a lot better to look forward to."
Kyoko backed away from Kusanagi and continued walking onward. "This is my home here, Kusanagi. I am not going to stay, how many times to I have to tell you?"
Kusanagi followed. "Your father won't suit well with that, Kyoko-himé."
"And would you stop calling me that? Kyoko, just Kyoko, no 'himé'."
"But you are the heiress to your father's throne."
"Am I the only one?"
"You are the first-borne child of your father. The other reason that you are so highly regarded and needed is for what you have been born with."
"What's that?"
"Do you even know the full potential of that diamond marking on your forehead?"
"It's just to tell my clan, isn't it?"
"No, it's not. In case you haven't noticed, when you begin to transform into one of your two more powerful forms, that 'marking' begins to change. That is no ordinary filial marking. It's a third eye—a psychic eye, so to speak."
"Really?"
"Yes, that is one of the things you are to learn when you come home. Our elder will teach you to fully manipulate that eye and to use the full extent of your power."
Kyoko nodded slowly. "And what is the full extent of my power then?"
"Eventually you will be able to learn how to control that ability well enough that you can predict an opponent's moves before they make them."
"I see." [Maybe I should at least try to make the most of this…]
