* Author: blue
* Email: blueweber@hotmail.com
* Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance
* Summary: Born in a war torn era in Japan, a young girl witness the death of her family and
clan to the hands of hatred, greed and power. Taken in by a mountain shrine, she becomes a
miko of healing. That is, until a wondering and disillusioned assassin breaks through her
peaceful world. Wounded and seeking revenge, he unwittingly finds himself depending on the
aid of the priestess to help heal him from his wounds. There an adventure begins and a
story that echoes through time with magick and mystery. (Sesshoumaru/Kagome)
* Rated: PG-13 (for violence and other contents)
The Kimono She Wore
******************
.blue.
The mountain streams flows,
Breaking through the ice.
The strength of fluid steel
Carries the scent of winter
through the lands.
.Part II.
(The Healing Touch of the Tennyo)
"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked."
-- Kahlil Gibran
("The Prophet")
Sesshoumaru was awake in an instant. The morning sunlight crept through the papered
screens of the windows and doors. The smooth smell of wood surrounded him and the warmth of
the futon made it easier for him to pretend sleep. He had sensed another's lingering
presence immediately. The soft smell of cherry blossoms wafted to his nose, intensifying as
the paper door quietly slid open and then closed.
Judging by the near silent approach, the person was graceful. The rustling of
clothing told him that the other had probably knelt and the soft clinking of china was set
near the head of his futon. A gentle hand touched his forehead before brushing his cheeks,
and then a piece of cool cloth was set on his forehead, washing away earlier perspiration
and clearing his mind. Through it all, Sesshoumaru had to fight every instinct in his body
to remain relaxed and still. He felt as if the great pressure to open his eyes and confront
a possible enemy increasing the pace of his heart, filling his mind with a thousand possible
and thoroughly outrageous scenarios.
Soft robes brushed his cheeks and the smell of sakura blossoms cancelled out all
other smells that he had sensed earlier in the room. The cool clothes dabbed his dry,
cracked lips and he forced himself not to press his mouth into a thin line of disproval. He
waited for the other to turn to leave so that he could further assess his situation,
unwilling to admit that the coolness on his lips reminded him of the dryness in his throat.
A soft sigh came from his companion and he now knew that it was a female that was hovering
over him. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or even more on guard.
Where was he anyway? Did he make it to the Mountain Stream or was he captured?
Were they waiting for him to awaken before interrogating him?
And then he remembered seeing the tennyo in the lake. Like a single drop of water,
a thousand other soon became distorted and distant to the first as it emerged and fermented
in his mind in crystal clarity. Stubbornly though, he fought back that memory and buried it
into the back of his mind, allowing much more pressing matters to take his full attention.
An ever-persistent question rang throughout his mind, am I dead? Yet, when he clutched his
fist slightly under the futon, causing his muscles to tense, pain like a ache went
throughout his body.
Did he dream of the tennyo in his delirium?
The rough opening of the door cut off his brooding as did the movement of the female
next to him, both paused at the scuffle of feet that rushed into the room. Soon voices
filled the room with questions, comments and squealing laughter. All around him, the air
hummed with conversation and excitement, breaking away the peace like a caterpillar breaks
its cocoon and comes out in a riot of colors.
"How is the strange man?"
"He is so beautiful!"
"Can I touch his hair?"
"Chiisai Kawa-sama, he does not look dead to me."
"Of course not, Tenoko-baka, after all, he is under Kagome's watch."
"Kagome? Aren't you being a bit informal?"
"Well, you should have seen him when Chiisai Kawa-sama first brought him in!"
"He was dirty then too."
"And smelly!"
"I've never seen a man this beautiful before!"
"At first I thought he was a girl, too."
Under the infernal ruckus, Sesshoumaru was about ready to burst with indignation and
annoyance. That is until a soft, commanding voice silenced everyone in the room. A slender
hand touched his shoulder, startling him to almost snapping his eyes open to glare at the
woman's audacity. "Everyone is just curious about you," she said. His whole body tensed
beneath her fingers. "But it is better to leave him to his rest," this time the comment was
directed gently to all who was in the room.
"Yes, of course, Chiisai Kawa-sama." Someone agreed from the crowd that surrounded
his futon.
Defeated, the others left. Some grumbling about knowing they shouldn't have joined
the larger group and barged in, in the first place. When the room was once again quiet,
warmed by golden light and filled with the soft May breeze, it was only then that her warm
hand left his shoulder. Even still he felt the imprint of her hand on his flesh, the
callous on the soft pads of her palm had scraped against his sensitive, pale skin in her
careful movements. "How did you know I was awake?" He finally asked after a long period of
silence that was occasionally broken by soft clinking noises. When she didn't answer
immediately, he opened his eyes at last to face her.
Sesshoumaru, for the few times in his life, was amazed at what he saw. The woman
before him was the very tennyo he had thought was but a dream at the lake. Her beauty had
not diminished as she watched him with kind, blue-grey eyes. She wore the traditional garb
of a miko's, and if he didn't know better, she was the woman he had heard about at the foot
of the mountain.
Sesshoumaru had seen many beautiful women in his life, in court and on assignments.
From them he had learned that it was with these women that one should be the most cautious
around. However, even though he had thought himself immune to the physical facade bestowed
upon another pretty face, having spent his life seeing those like that paraded before him,
there was something about her that had captured even his jaded and critical tastes.
"So, you are the Chiisai Kawa," he said at last, guarding his emotions behind a mask
of indifference.
Her face broke into a soft smile that was disarming in the way that she seemed to
glow at him, setting him on his guard at the cause of the emotions she stirred. "Are you
feeling better now?" She asked instead of answering his question and confirming his
suspicions.
Sesshoumaru flexed his hands and realized that they had not disarmed him entirely.
The small dagger strapped to his forearm was still there, hidden under white bandages and
ready to be released at a moment's notice. He looked to the miko who returned to grinding
the medicine in her bowl next to him as she patiently waited for his answer to her question.
However, Sesshoumaru's mind had immediately begun to suspect foul play. In less than the
blink of an eye, he had ripped the knife from its hiding place and glided the blade in a
smooth upward motion, stopping but a hair's breath before her throat. His golden eyes
flashed as he bore his gaze onto hers, yet surprisingly, she showed no fear, only startled
surprise as the knife edge pricked her pale skin and a drop of crimson appeared. "What is
this place?" He asked in a quiet and dangerous voice. He bared his teeth at her savagely
to mask the pain that shot throughout his body and cursing himself for forgetting his
earlier injuries.
"This is the Mountain Stream, the healing shrine of the mountains." She replied
calmly, unruffled that he might end her life any moment he choose now. Her eyes though were
concerned and he frowned at her reaction.
"So, you are the Chiisai Kawa?" He asked again and her silent gaze was his only
answer. "Aren't you a bit young?"
The tennyo's gaze hardened at this jib, "I did not ask to be the Chiisai Kawa," her
voice had steel behind it before she realized that he had been purposely needling her to
answer his question. Those mysterious eyes that she wielded like a mirror to her soul
turned into a stormy grey as her hand rose and touched his tensed wrist. He fought the urge
to press the knifepoint closer to her throat but her grip never tightened past her gentle
touch. "You should lie down," she told him softly in the end. "You probably reopened your
wounds when you got up so quickly."
The Chiisai Kawa's murmured suggestion made him want to relax, but he narrowed his
eyes at her instead. "Are you a witch?" He finally asked in a cold voice, "To reason with
me thusly and poison me when I'm at my weakest."
The woman-child glared at him, thoroughly annoyed at his haughty and suspicious tone
of voice. "If I wanted you dead I would have left you by the lake where I found you." She
told him hotly, her eyes flashing with ire and turning into the color of electric blue.
Sesshoumaru was confused why he sought to agitate her, nor could he understand the
reason behind him thinking her more beautiful, angry. She must be a witch, Sesshoumaru
concluded, himself enraged at her attempts to enchant him. Yet, she was right, she could
have left him to die at the water's edge, the thing that his body had been so willing to do
at the time. Then he remembered in that moment why he must live. Casting one last
suspicious glance at her, noting how her eyes has calmed again as she faced him, Sesshoumaru
pulled back and returned the dagger to its place next to his wrist.
The woman kept looking at him, studying his every movement and he almost snapped at
her in her silent observations. But this time she spoke without being spoken to, "I cannot
heal you completely unless you let me," her blue-grey eyes implored him to cooperate.
"I don't need your aid," he replied icily.
"You obviously did if you have come to the mountains with so grievous a wound. No
one could have found this place unless they desired so from within. You must have been
guided here." With that said, she reached her hands out to him again, her eyes searched his
with a questioned gaze as she touched the bandage around his waist. "Will you turn around
please?" He stubbornly refused her in his silence and she sighed at his childishness.
The Chiisai Kawa's nearness surprised him greatly, and he looked down to see her
dark head slightly pressed to his chest as her arms encircled his waist. Apart of him
wondered if she had no decency whatsoever, but he also knew from the stubborn concern in her
voice earlier that she was not getting any pleasure out of this. Nimble fingers ran down
along his spine, distracting him from his thoughts before they found the place where the
bandage end had been held and fastened. She didn't complain about this whole arrangement,
though he was sure that she knew her nearness was torture enough for them both. Having had
enough of her trying to undo the bandage this way, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her
back. Looking at him with an amused raise of her delicate brow and a faint flush of
embarrassment tinting her cheeks, he turned his back to her without a word. He did not turn
away quick enough to miss the look of relief on her face at this, her eyes sparkling with
that nameless emotion. "Do it quick and get it over with," he told her harshly, wanting to
end her mirth and her triumph.
She answered with her fingers, slipping them easily under the bandage without
hesitation or clumsiness, unwrapping it carefully to avoid some of the bruises on his back.
"Thank you," her whispered breath brushed against his back. Sesshoumaru narrowed his
golden gaze at the dark walls, contrasting with the white paper windows, refusing to
acknowledge her gratitude.
* * *
Kagome watched him sleep under the moonlight. Her shadow cast unto that narrow
strip of light that streamed into the room as she stood at the doorway of the one he resided
within. Her apprentices and friends were right in pointing out how beautiful he really was.
There was no denying that even when he was hidden under all that grime when she found him,
even then she could not but let out a startled breath of surprise and fascination at the
sight of his unconscious face.
That morning when he had opened his golden eyes, she had wanted to gasp in surprise
again at the intensity of his gaze. She had only known one person with eyes of that color
before, and his gaze had never been so piercing. The stranger's pale, silver hair was now,
not the only thing that fascinated her about this man, his stubborn refusal of help had
amused her but she would not allow him to suffer because of his pride. She amended that she
had never been so fascinated with anyone else before, not since... her eyes closed at this
as she clutched at her miko robes. No, there had been someone like this once who she had
shared her first stolen kiss beneath the great bough of the sakura trees, but he had
disappeared into the mountain mists when he decided to enter the outside world once more to
discover his destiny and to fulfill his honor.
Baka! Her mind screamed at the memories of her childhood, she shook her head at the
bitter thoughts, her sadness seeping through in the end nonetheless. "Baka," she whispered,
only this time it was directed at herself.
The boy of her past had broken both her heart and his promise long ago. She knew
she should forget him like the many other things that had caused her pain in her past.
This man was different though, she thought, trying desperately to steer herself away
from times already gone. This man did not wish to stay and did not love her. Yet his pride
and appearance was similar to that boy of her past. Did she dare hope? Still, this
stranger did not recognize her. The boy and the man were not the same.
Kagome rested her head against the doorframe, defeated. Her eyes closed as she
tried to locate the calm within herself once more, forcing herself to balance her stormy
emotions. She didn't want to remember that boy or any of the memories of her past. She
grounded her teeth at her own weakness. I am a miko trained, she scolded herself angrily,
and I am shaming my own training with these thoughts of despair for things already gone and
done.
Straightening her back with determination, she cast one last worried glance over her
shoulder at her wounded ward before quietly closing the door, enclosing the room to darkness
once more.
Still, I hope he recovers soon, Kagome thought to herself as she leaned her back
against the door, then he wouldn't be so angry at the world because of his own helplessness.
Kagome blinked away such thoughts before she pushed herself up to leave and traveled down
the walkway towards her own room. Glancing one last time at the waning moon in the sky that
shed a pale halo around the grey streaked clouds of the night sky, she soundlessly slid
close her door to the outside world.
The pregnant scent of the coming summer seeped onto the courtyard grounds as the
moon continued to watched on in the midnight sky, indifferent and pale.
to be continued...
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* Sakura is Japanese for Cherry Blossoms
* baka is Japanese for idiot
* -sama is a very formal address, like lady. I am not sure exactly how head mikos are
addressed in japan, so I'm sticking with this right now, which is one of the most formal
addresses to another person
It may take awhile before the next chapter of A Modern Day Fairytale comes out again. I
have to finish the outline for it first before I go any further. This story is actually
coming along quiet easily, but I might have spoken too soon since this is only part 2, there
is about another 12 or so more parts to go. :)
For the Reviewers:
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Sakki - the story is now on my website, if you are having trouble continuing, feel free to
go there... ummm... that is if you get to this chapter ^-^;;
Kai - ;) I'm not telling what happens to Fluffy, but am admitting that Fluffy is very sexy
O:D
mewie9 - will give you more ;)
Alyson Metallium - hmmm... but Sesshoumaru being hurt means Kagome gets to strip him and
tend to his wounds... wait, did that sound more naughty than it should have? O:)
Winter - Arigatou! I like 'em too. The next part though, is going to be a short little
transition piece before I move on to the real meat of the story *wide grin* can't wait.
SeRa - I'm updating the chapters on my website before doing it here and Winter's putting it
on her Sesshoumaru/Kagome website, which you should check out if you haven't alread. It's
at: http://sspark.0catch.com/ I personally recommand looking into Rymsie for all you
Sesshoumaru/Kagome fans. She's AWESOME!
Kou-chan - I totally agree, please bug Rymsie to finish her stories and join my crusade to
bug her till she does finish :D
alex - I got Pablo Neruda's book, the Book of Questions as a birthday present from my best
friend. He is truly wonderful isn't he? If you haven't read Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, I
suggest you look him up too.
bel-chan - yes mistress *bows* I shall follow your every command. Well, except the one
where Sesshoumaru's nice... he's not. He's haughty and arrogant and suspicious and
beautiful and a bad boy and smart.... oy... there goes my bad list for Sesshoumar ^-^;;
chiisuta - Yes, I know it's great *polish her nails* j/k ;) I'm glad you enjoyed it and I'll
try to update as soon as possible :)
Inu-Baby - Sesshoumaru thinks that Kagome's beautiful, true... but will he be able to stand
her once he regains his good senses and his haughty demeanor? Or should I ask, will she be
able to stand him once he wakes up and opens up his big mouth :D *giggles*
I hope you enjoyed this so far! ^-^v
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blueweber@hotmail.com
* Email: blueweber@hotmail.com
* Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance
* Summary: Born in a war torn era in Japan, a young girl witness the death of her family and
clan to the hands of hatred, greed and power. Taken in by a mountain shrine, she becomes a
miko of healing. That is, until a wondering and disillusioned assassin breaks through her
peaceful world. Wounded and seeking revenge, he unwittingly finds himself depending on the
aid of the priestess to help heal him from his wounds. There an adventure begins and a
story that echoes through time with magick and mystery. (Sesshoumaru/Kagome)
* Rated: PG-13 (for violence and other contents)
The Kimono She Wore
******************
.blue.
The mountain streams flows,
Breaking through the ice.
The strength of fluid steel
Carries the scent of winter
through the lands.
.Part II.
(The Healing Touch of the Tennyo)
"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked."
-- Kahlil Gibran
("The Prophet")
Sesshoumaru was awake in an instant. The morning sunlight crept through the papered
screens of the windows and doors. The smooth smell of wood surrounded him and the warmth of
the futon made it easier for him to pretend sleep. He had sensed another's lingering
presence immediately. The soft smell of cherry blossoms wafted to his nose, intensifying as
the paper door quietly slid open and then closed.
Judging by the near silent approach, the person was graceful. The rustling of
clothing told him that the other had probably knelt and the soft clinking of china was set
near the head of his futon. A gentle hand touched his forehead before brushing his cheeks,
and then a piece of cool cloth was set on his forehead, washing away earlier perspiration
and clearing his mind. Through it all, Sesshoumaru had to fight every instinct in his body
to remain relaxed and still. He felt as if the great pressure to open his eyes and confront
a possible enemy increasing the pace of his heart, filling his mind with a thousand possible
and thoroughly outrageous scenarios.
Soft robes brushed his cheeks and the smell of sakura blossoms cancelled out all
other smells that he had sensed earlier in the room. The cool clothes dabbed his dry,
cracked lips and he forced himself not to press his mouth into a thin line of disproval. He
waited for the other to turn to leave so that he could further assess his situation,
unwilling to admit that the coolness on his lips reminded him of the dryness in his throat.
A soft sigh came from his companion and he now knew that it was a female that was hovering
over him. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or even more on guard.
Where was he anyway? Did he make it to the Mountain Stream or was he captured?
Were they waiting for him to awaken before interrogating him?
And then he remembered seeing the tennyo in the lake. Like a single drop of water,
a thousand other soon became distorted and distant to the first as it emerged and fermented
in his mind in crystal clarity. Stubbornly though, he fought back that memory and buried it
into the back of his mind, allowing much more pressing matters to take his full attention.
An ever-persistent question rang throughout his mind, am I dead? Yet, when he clutched his
fist slightly under the futon, causing his muscles to tense, pain like a ache went
throughout his body.
Did he dream of the tennyo in his delirium?
The rough opening of the door cut off his brooding as did the movement of the female
next to him, both paused at the scuffle of feet that rushed into the room. Soon voices
filled the room with questions, comments and squealing laughter. All around him, the air
hummed with conversation and excitement, breaking away the peace like a caterpillar breaks
its cocoon and comes out in a riot of colors.
"How is the strange man?"
"He is so beautiful!"
"Can I touch his hair?"
"Chiisai Kawa-sama, he does not look dead to me."
"Of course not, Tenoko-baka, after all, he is under Kagome's watch."
"Kagome? Aren't you being a bit informal?"
"Well, you should have seen him when Chiisai Kawa-sama first brought him in!"
"He was dirty then too."
"And smelly!"
"I've never seen a man this beautiful before!"
"At first I thought he was a girl, too."
Under the infernal ruckus, Sesshoumaru was about ready to burst with indignation and
annoyance. That is until a soft, commanding voice silenced everyone in the room. A slender
hand touched his shoulder, startling him to almost snapping his eyes open to glare at the
woman's audacity. "Everyone is just curious about you," she said. His whole body tensed
beneath her fingers. "But it is better to leave him to his rest," this time the comment was
directed gently to all who was in the room.
"Yes, of course, Chiisai Kawa-sama." Someone agreed from the crowd that surrounded
his futon.
Defeated, the others left. Some grumbling about knowing they shouldn't have joined
the larger group and barged in, in the first place. When the room was once again quiet,
warmed by golden light and filled with the soft May breeze, it was only then that her warm
hand left his shoulder. Even still he felt the imprint of her hand on his flesh, the
callous on the soft pads of her palm had scraped against his sensitive, pale skin in her
careful movements. "How did you know I was awake?" He finally asked after a long period of
silence that was occasionally broken by soft clinking noises. When she didn't answer
immediately, he opened his eyes at last to face her.
Sesshoumaru, for the few times in his life, was amazed at what he saw. The woman
before him was the very tennyo he had thought was but a dream at the lake. Her beauty had
not diminished as she watched him with kind, blue-grey eyes. She wore the traditional garb
of a miko's, and if he didn't know better, she was the woman he had heard about at the foot
of the mountain.
Sesshoumaru had seen many beautiful women in his life, in court and on assignments.
From them he had learned that it was with these women that one should be the most cautious
around. However, even though he had thought himself immune to the physical facade bestowed
upon another pretty face, having spent his life seeing those like that paraded before him,
there was something about her that had captured even his jaded and critical tastes.
"So, you are the Chiisai Kawa," he said at last, guarding his emotions behind a mask
of indifference.
Her face broke into a soft smile that was disarming in the way that she seemed to
glow at him, setting him on his guard at the cause of the emotions she stirred. "Are you
feeling better now?" She asked instead of answering his question and confirming his
suspicions.
Sesshoumaru flexed his hands and realized that they had not disarmed him entirely.
The small dagger strapped to his forearm was still there, hidden under white bandages and
ready to be released at a moment's notice. He looked to the miko who returned to grinding
the medicine in her bowl next to him as she patiently waited for his answer to her question.
However, Sesshoumaru's mind had immediately begun to suspect foul play. In less than the
blink of an eye, he had ripped the knife from its hiding place and glided the blade in a
smooth upward motion, stopping but a hair's breath before her throat. His golden eyes
flashed as he bore his gaze onto hers, yet surprisingly, she showed no fear, only startled
surprise as the knife edge pricked her pale skin and a drop of crimson appeared. "What is
this place?" He asked in a quiet and dangerous voice. He bared his teeth at her savagely
to mask the pain that shot throughout his body and cursing himself for forgetting his
earlier injuries.
"This is the Mountain Stream, the healing shrine of the mountains." She replied
calmly, unruffled that he might end her life any moment he choose now. Her eyes though were
concerned and he frowned at her reaction.
"So, you are the Chiisai Kawa?" He asked again and her silent gaze was his only
answer. "Aren't you a bit young?"
The tennyo's gaze hardened at this jib, "I did not ask to be the Chiisai Kawa," her
voice had steel behind it before she realized that he had been purposely needling her to
answer his question. Those mysterious eyes that she wielded like a mirror to her soul
turned into a stormy grey as her hand rose and touched his tensed wrist. He fought the urge
to press the knifepoint closer to her throat but her grip never tightened past her gentle
touch. "You should lie down," she told him softly in the end. "You probably reopened your
wounds when you got up so quickly."
The Chiisai Kawa's murmured suggestion made him want to relax, but he narrowed his
eyes at her instead. "Are you a witch?" He finally asked in a cold voice, "To reason with
me thusly and poison me when I'm at my weakest."
The woman-child glared at him, thoroughly annoyed at his haughty and suspicious tone
of voice. "If I wanted you dead I would have left you by the lake where I found you." She
told him hotly, her eyes flashing with ire and turning into the color of electric blue.
Sesshoumaru was confused why he sought to agitate her, nor could he understand the
reason behind him thinking her more beautiful, angry. She must be a witch, Sesshoumaru
concluded, himself enraged at her attempts to enchant him. Yet, she was right, she could
have left him to die at the water's edge, the thing that his body had been so willing to do
at the time. Then he remembered in that moment why he must live. Casting one last
suspicious glance at her, noting how her eyes has calmed again as she faced him, Sesshoumaru
pulled back and returned the dagger to its place next to his wrist.
The woman kept looking at him, studying his every movement and he almost snapped at
her in her silent observations. But this time she spoke without being spoken to, "I cannot
heal you completely unless you let me," her blue-grey eyes implored him to cooperate.
"I don't need your aid," he replied icily.
"You obviously did if you have come to the mountains with so grievous a wound. No
one could have found this place unless they desired so from within. You must have been
guided here." With that said, she reached her hands out to him again, her eyes searched his
with a questioned gaze as she touched the bandage around his waist. "Will you turn around
please?" He stubbornly refused her in his silence and she sighed at his childishness.
The Chiisai Kawa's nearness surprised him greatly, and he looked down to see her
dark head slightly pressed to his chest as her arms encircled his waist. Apart of him
wondered if she had no decency whatsoever, but he also knew from the stubborn concern in her
voice earlier that she was not getting any pleasure out of this. Nimble fingers ran down
along his spine, distracting him from his thoughts before they found the place where the
bandage end had been held and fastened. She didn't complain about this whole arrangement,
though he was sure that she knew her nearness was torture enough for them both. Having had
enough of her trying to undo the bandage this way, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her
back. Looking at him with an amused raise of her delicate brow and a faint flush of
embarrassment tinting her cheeks, he turned his back to her without a word. He did not turn
away quick enough to miss the look of relief on her face at this, her eyes sparkling with
that nameless emotion. "Do it quick and get it over with," he told her harshly, wanting to
end her mirth and her triumph.
She answered with her fingers, slipping them easily under the bandage without
hesitation or clumsiness, unwrapping it carefully to avoid some of the bruises on his back.
"Thank you," her whispered breath brushed against his back. Sesshoumaru narrowed his
golden gaze at the dark walls, contrasting with the white paper windows, refusing to
acknowledge her gratitude.
* * *
Kagome watched him sleep under the moonlight. Her shadow cast unto that narrow
strip of light that streamed into the room as she stood at the doorway of the one he resided
within. Her apprentices and friends were right in pointing out how beautiful he really was.
There was no denying that even when he was hidden under all that grime when she found him,
even then she could not but let out a startled breath of surprise and fascination at the
sight of his unconscious face.
That morning when he had opened his golden eyes, she had wanted to gasp in surprise
again at the intensity of his gaze. She had only known one person with eyes of that color
before, and his gaze had never been so piercing. The stranger's pale, silver hair was now,
not the only thing that fascinated her about this man, his stubborn refusal of help had
amused her but she would not allow him to suffer because of his pride. She amended that she
had never been so fascinated with anyone else before, not since... her eyes closed at this
as she clutched at her miko robes. No, there had been someone like this once who she had
shared her first stolen kiss beneath the great bough of the sakura trees, but he had
disappeared into the mountain mists when he decided to enter the outside world once more to
discover his destiny and to fulfill his honor.
Baka! Her mind screamed at the memories of her childhood, she shook her head at the
bitter thoughts, her sadness seeping through in the end nonetheless. "Baka," she whispered,
only this time it was directed at herself.
The boy of her past had broken both her heart and his promise long ago. She knew
she should forget him like the many other things that had caused her pain in her past.
This man was different though, she thought, trying desperately to steer herself away
from times already gone. This man did not wish to stay and did not love her. Yet his pride
and appearance was similar to that boy of her past. Did she dare hope? Still, this
stranger did not recognize her. The boy and the man were not the same.
Kagome rested her head against the doorframe, defeated. Her eyes closed as she
tried to locate the calm within herself once more, forcing herself to balance her stormy
emotions. She didn't want to remember that boy or any of the memories of her past. She
grounded her teeth at her own weakness. I am a miko trained, she scolded herself angrily,
and I am shaming my own training with these thoughts of despair for things already gone and
done.
Straightening her back with determination, she cast one last worried glance over her
shoulder at her wounded ward before quietly closing the door, enclosing the room to darkness
once more.
Still, I hope he recovers soon, Kagome thought to herself as she leaned her back
against the door, then he wouldn't be so angry at the world because of his own helplessness.
Kagome blinked away such thoughts before she pushed herself up to leave and traveled down
the walkway towards her own room. Glancing one last time at the waning moon in the sky that
shed a pale halo around the grey streaked clouds of the night sky, she soundlessly slid
close her door to the outside world.
The pregnant scent of the coming summer seeped onto the courtyard grounds as the
moon continued to watched on in the midnight sky, indifferent and pale.
to be continued...
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* Sakura is Japanese for Cherry Blossoms
* baka is Japanese for idiot
* -sama is a very formal address, like lady. I am not sure exactly how head mikos are
addressed in japan, so I'm sticking with this right now, which is one of the most formal
addresses to another person
It may take awhile before the next chapter of A Modern Day Fairytale comes out again. I
have to finish the outline for it first before I go any further. This story is actually
coming along quiet easily, but I might have spoken too soon since this is only part 2, there
is about another 12 or so more parts to go. :)
For the Reviewers:
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Sakki - the story is now on my website, if you are having trouble continuing, feel free to
go there... ummm... that is if you get to this chapter ^-^;;
Kai - ;) I'm not telling what happens to Fluffy, but am admitting that Fluffy is very sexy
O:D
mewie9 - will give you more ;)
Alyson Metallium - hmmm... but Sesshoumaru being hurt means Kagome gets to strip him and
tend to his wounds... wait, did that sound more naughty than it should have? O:)
Winter - Arigatou! I like 'em too. The next part though, is going to be a short little
transition piece before I move on to the real meat of the story *wide grin* can't wait.
SeRa - I'm updating the chapters on my website before doing it here and Winter's putting it
on her Sesshoumaru/Kagome website, which you should check out if you haven't alread. It's
at: http://sspark.0catch.com/ I personally recommand looking into Rymsie for all you
Sesshoumaru/Kagome fans. She's AWESOME!
Kou-chan - I totally agree, please bug Rymsie to finish her stories and join my crusade to
bug her till she does finish :D
alex - I got Pablo Neruda's book, the Book of Questions as a birthday present from my best
friend. He is truly wonderful isn't he? If you haven't read Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, I
suggest you look him up too.
bel-chan - yes mistress *bows* I shall follow your every command. Well, except the one
where Sesshoumaru's nice... he's not. He's haughty and arrogant and suspicious and
beautiful and a bad boy and smart.... oy... there goes my bad list for Sesshoumar ^-^;;
chiisuta - Yes, I know it's great *polish her nails* j/k ;) I'm glad you enjoyed it and I'll
try to update as soon as possible :)
Inu-Baby - Sesshoumaru thinks that Kagome's beautiful, true... but will he be able to stand
her once he regains his good senses and his haughty demeanor? Or should I ask, will she be
able to stand him once he wakes up and opens up his big mouth :D *giggles*
I hope you enjoyed this so far! ^-^v
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