Dear Mr. Tashou
Chapter 5
Previously:
"Hn. He is no less loyal nor his voice any less annoying after 500 years." I answered her unspoken question.
She smiled and nodded as I closed the door "I figured as much. But you know he worships the ground you walk on."
So she noticed… Great. Not.
Now:
"Has he taken a wife yet?" she asked, her head tilting just slightly to the left.
I shook my head "No."
Nor have I…
"Where to, my lord?" Jaken asked once he finally in the car.
I looked at Kagome with an inquiring glance.
She giggled "The Sunset Shrine of the Higarashi family."
Jaken started driving and I raised the window separating the two parts of the car.
"You know Sesshomaru… I'm surprised you don't drive yourself around. Back then you were all about power and control." She mused.
"500 years is a very long time to blend in and evolve. I do drive myself around Tokyo from time to time." I responded.
She nodded before looking out the window and I wondered if she saw the forests from long ago instead of this 'concrete jungle'.
"Hey… Sesshomaru?" She spoke softly.
My body warmed when I realized that she was willingly talking to me. I looked at her with an eyebrow raised in response.
"... I… I'm glad I got to see you again… You know as me." Her smile was breathtaking and I could hear it in her voice just as clearly as I could see it on her face.
I simply nodded in response.
Mentally I started cursing at myself for not talking to her more as Jaken pulled up and in front of the steps to her home. She looked out her window and sighed.
"Well… I guess it's time for me to take my leave." She shrugged.
"Miko… Kagome." I started before I could even start to realize that I was about to speak.
She stopped and looked at me, slowly sitting back down in the car. But I couldn't form the words that were stuck in my throat the way that I wanted them to come out. So instead I simply smirked and spoke the wrong words. The words I didn't want to say.
"Be careful. The Wolfling Prince and his pack are around here as well, somewhere."
Her face fell, her shoulders as well before she smiled… But why didn't it reach her eyes?
What the devil was wrong with me?! Why do I care?!
"Oh, good to know. Thank you Lord Sesshomaru. I'll see you soon." and with that she was out of my car.
"Bye Jaken." She spoke before bounding up the stairs with a grace that I had not seen in many moons.
"My lord?" Jaken finally spoke after a few moments, fully gaining my attention.
Repressing a sigh, I commanded Jaken to drive; away from Kagome, and her home.
"Drive."
"Yes Milord." he responded calmly, driving me home.
(Kagome's Point of View)
Once I got high enough on the stairs and Sesshomaru left I pulled out my phone and started typing up lyrics before sitting down on one of the steps and trying to mentally put music to the words.
I had the first two stanzas done before I got a text message.
Opening it up I saw that it was from my mom.
'Did you miss the bus?'
I responded quickly 'Yeah, I'm on my way up now. I met an old friend and he gave me a ride home as well as an idea for some lyrics.'
After hitting send I started stretching and I realized just how late it was.
The street lights were lighting up the street down the hill and the sun was setting.
I sighed and as soon as the pins and needles left my legs I stood up and finished my 200 step trek.
I smiled and humming my new song.
My smile grew into a full fledged grin when I realized that he would be the very first one to hear my thoughts, my feelings and my heart.
When I reached the top of the stairs I looked around my home. I was technically what the Americans called a nun.
I laughed at the thought. After all, I was now 21 years old and I was still a virgin.
My mom came out the front door and she smiled at me.
"Hi momma." I greeted her with a hug,
"Hello Kagome." she hugged me back "Dinner is almost ready if you want to help your brother set up the table for me."
"Yes momma" I spoke up.
Once inside I helped Souta finish setting the table. When we were done momma came from the kitchen to where we were standing in the dining area.
We all looked at what was once my grandfather's seat with sadness. Gramps had passed away about a year ago now and his presence and ramblings were all dearly missed by both Souta and myself.
