Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure... especially for the affected one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 88: Focused
Days passed, and nothing moved him. Not his brother's growling. Not the monk's witty asides. Not the kit's soft whines. Sesshoumaru refused to speak, to eat, to bathe. He closed out the world so completely, he would not even open his eyes.
He needed to think, to focus, to understand. He needed to remember.
What did she say? What did I say?
And at that perilous moment, when the Jewel thrust its answer upon them, what had the question been?
Theirs had been a mongrel wish. Ill-conceived and half-formed.
Think. Focus. Remember.
Had the miko shown any sign of change?
Original Posting Date: March 22, 2019
Prompt: Ill-conceived, suggested by midori Haru
Words: 100
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