Lost But Not Forgotten
Chapter 2: Wedding Night Jitters
"Did Sango-sama actually put the word 'Jitters' in the chapter title…how hokey can you get?"
Disclaimer: If I actually owned Inuyasha, do you think I'd be working at a menial summer job at a grocery store? Sorting fruits and veggies? Hmmmm? Hmmm?
Author's Notes: I'm glad people like this so far. It makes the time investment worthwhile. Of course…more reviews won't make me any less evil… ^_-
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After she regaining consciousness, the elder Miko and one of her aids had prompted her to sit up. "Alright, dear. You must drink all of this. It will bring down the pain."
One of the aids, Hanae, had settled a thick arm against her shoulders, keeping her sitting upright. Kuriko, the younger aid, had in her hands an earthenware bowl filled with cool water and crushed herbs that was brought up to her bone dry lips.
Nodding, she slowly opened her mouth, letting the gritty liquid spill back over her lips slowly and grimacing as its sour taste lingered on her tongue. A thin trail of the liquid settled on the edge of her lip and she wiped it away with a hesitant flick of her tongue.
"Now then, what is your name?"
She slid her fingers through the long dark strands nervously. "I can't seem to remember. In my mind, I can see a few blurry images of faces…but nothing more." Her teeth bit the corner of her lip and she tried to force the memories to come.
"It's all right if you can't remember now." A hand rested on her shoulder as Kuriko smiled comfortingly. "Your husband said that he would return by the end of the day to check in on you. "
"Ahhhh…if only I was so lucky to find a guy like that. He's very handsome." Hanae gushed, clasping her hands together as she kneeled by the bed side.
The slim aid nodded quickly, "And not only that, but he wouldn't move from your side the entire night." Stars had begun to dance in her eyes as she sighed. "It was so sweet!"
"…And the way he looked at you." An almost feral grin spread across Hanae's lips.
Both of the young girls seemed completely oblivious to the girl's startlingly crimson face, which was buried beneath her shadowy bangs.
The miko cleared her throat meaningfully. "Kuriko, Hanae, why don't you both go and see if he is around. I'm sure he'd like to know that she is awake."
"Hai, Atsue-sama," they responded in chorus, before scrambling out the door.
Silence filled the room as the sound of the footsteps dissipated.
Anxiety had begun to weigh her heart down, the deep blush only beginning to fade.
It was nice that the man seemed very concerned for her well being. But even with her memory in shambles, she knew precisely what a marriage entailed. A bevy of questions plagued her mind. What would this man expect of her? How had they met? Did he know where her family was? Would he be just as kind and patient about their…union?
The blush had returned to her cheeks with a vengance.
Somehow she had managed to lose her memory and gain a husband all in one day…at least, she thought it was one day. Head cocked to the side, her gravelly voice murmuring "Ummm...Atsue-sama, how long have I been asleep?"
The Miko's head tilted to the side thoughtfully, a shock of white hair set against a deep ebony spilled onto her shoulder. "Actually, I'm not quite sure. You appeared to have fainted long before he brought you here, but you've been with us for about two da--"
The heavy pattering of footsteps could be heard hitting the wooden planks.
Atsue's eyebrows rose. "That was fast."
She held her breath. Whether she was ready or not, the answers to her questions were headed her way…and quickly if the sound was any indication.
A figure jumped into the doorway, his white hair gleaming almost like a halo in the bright sunlight.
Her eyes widened as she tried to conceal her blush. 'Is that him?'
Chapter 2: Wedding Night Jitters
"Did Sango-sama actually put the word 'Jitters' in the chapter title…how hokey can you get?"
Disclaimer: If I actually owned Inuyasha, do you think I'd be working at a menial summer job at a grocery store? Sorting fruits and veggies? Hmmmm? Hmmm?
Author's Notes: I'm glad people like this so far. It makes the time investment worthwhile. Of course…more reviews won't make me any less evil… ^_-
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After she regaining consciousness, the elder Miko and one of her aids had prompted her to sit up. "Alright, dear. You must drink all of this. It will bring down the pain."
One of the aids, Hanae, had settled a thick arm against her shoulders, keeping her sitting upright. Kuriko, the younger aid, had in her hands an earthenware bowl filled with cool water and crushed herbs that was brought up to her bone dry lips.
Nodding, she slowly opened her mouth, letting the gritty liquid spill back over her lips slowly and grimacing as its sour taste lingered on her tongue. A thin trail of the liquid settled on the edge of her lip and she wiped it away with a hesitant flick of her tongue.
"Now then, what is your name?"
She slid her fingers through the long dark strands nervously. "I can't seem to remember. In my mind, I can see a few blurry images of faces…but nothing more." Her teeth bit the corner of her lip and she tried to force the memories to come.
"It's all right if you can't remember now." A hand rested on her shoulder as Kuriko smiled comfortingly. "Your husband said that he would return by the end of the day to check in on you. "
"Ahhhh…if only I was so lucky to find a guy like that. He's very handsome." Hanae gushed, clasping her hands together as she kneeled by the bed side.
The slim aid nodded quickly, "And not only that, but he wouldn't move from your side the entire night." Stars had begun to dance in her eyes as she sighed. "It was so sweet!"
"…And the way he looked at you." An almost feral grin spread across Hanae's lips.
Both of the young girls seemed completely oblivious to the girl's startlingly crimson face, which was buried beneath her shadowy bangs.
The miko cleared her throat meaningfully. "Kuriko, Hanae, why don't you both go and see if he is around. I'm sure he'd like to know that she is awake."
"Hai, Atsue-sama," they responded in chorus, before scrambling out the door.
Silence filled the room as the sound of the footsteps dissipated.
Anxiety had begun to weigh her heart down, the deep blush only beginning to fade.
It was nice that the man seemed very concerned for her well being. But even with her memory in shambles, she knew precisely what a marriage entailed. A bevy of questions plagued her mind. What would this man expect of her? How had they met? Did he know where her family was? Would he be just as kind and patient about their…union?
The blush had returned to her cheeks with a vengance.
Somehow she had managed to lose her memory and gain a husband all in one day…at least, she thought it was one day. Head cocked to the side, her gravelly voice murmuring "Ummm...Atsue-sama, how long have I been asleep?"
The Miko's head tilted to the side thoughtfully, a shock of white hair set against a deep ebony spilled onto her shoulder. "Actually, I'm not quite sure. You appeared to have fainted long before he brought you here, but you've been with us for about two da--"
The heavy pattering of footsteps could be heard hitting the wooden planks.
Atsue's eyebrows rose. "That was fast."
She held her breath. Whether she was ready or not, the answers to her questions were headed her way…and quickly if the sound was any indication.
A figure jumped into the doorway, his white hair gleaming almost like a halo in the bright sunlight.
Her eyes widened as she tried to conceal her blush. 'Is that him?'