Hey! Ok sorry about the delay, but this is a REALLi good chapter in my
opinion tho there is not that much sess/kag going on. I've been sorta busy
so unable to update.
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Mother's Memories
Last time on Can't Go Back~ (Not if he had anything to do about it.)
Noticing the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the room, Fugio Inutaisho cleared his throat casting a questioning look on his eldest son.
"Who was that Sesshoumaru? Your girlfriend?" he asked the amusement evident in his voice.
With a cool glance at his younger brother, Sesshoumaru faced his father with his normal impervious coat of ice.
"She is merely an acquaintance from school," he replied every word dropping the temperature in the room several degrees and indicating that the subject was CLOSED.
Inutaisho watched as the almost warm innocence that his son had displayed earlier with that Kagome girl was frozen over with Sesshoumaru's normal icy mask.
'Somehow that girl's managed to get under Sesshoumaru's skin, and even done the impossible and changed him a little bit. Well, this is very interesting,' he thought as he studied his son, 'he's always been so serious, adult, and cold, as if he was trying to shut the world out, but apparently he's let that girl in. I haven't seen him so playful since he was a little boy.
Since my betrayal . . .
Since his mother died . . .'
He mentally sighed as he remembered watching his once warm and loving son retreat into himself building walls of ice around his heart.
'I hope he has the sense to keep her around long enough to change him for good, and bring back a bit of the little boy that was buried when his mother died.'
"She was very pretty," he commented with a knowing smile, hoping to give his stubborn son a subtle hint. Seeing Sesshoumaru's nonchalant glance and lack of response, Inutaisho smirked at his son's seemingly indifferent attitude.
"I'm going down to the car to get Sakura," he said before he quickly left the room, leaving the two brothers alone.
After a full ten minutes of glaring on Inuyasha's part and disinterested silence on Sesshoumaru's, Inuyasha finally snapped, "What is Kagome to you!?!"
(A/N: I could be REALLY evil and leave you guys hanging here, but I value my life so on with the show)
"What does it matter to you?" Sesshoumaru coolly inquired while studying the swirl of emotions that played across his brother's face in swift succession, trying to interpret the cause behind them with little success.
Trying to control the urge to throttle his emotionless, marble statue of a brother, Inuyasha merely glared in response, the full force of his anger shown through his violet eyes still not managing to affect Sesshoumaru's impassive mask.
The tension between the two was a pulsating, tangible pressure that weighed down the air in the room making it difficult to breathe. Though Sesshoumaru gave no hint that it was affecting him, merely looking down upon Inuyasha with that hard, cold golden stare as if he were nothing but vermin that had dared to enter his home and challenge him.
Just when the Inuyasha seemed ready to snap under the tension and punch Sesshoumaru in the jaw, Inutaisho returned his arms full of bits and odds of furniture, with a woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties following.
Bearing a remarkable resemblance to Inuyasha, the woman had her waist- length jet-black hair in an ornate chignon and kind, deep purple, almost indigo, eyes that sparkled with life. Her smile was a quiet, gentle one, unobtrusive and not comparatively remarkable, but comfortable enough that someone could spend the rest of his life staring at it.
"We heard that your apartment didn't come furnished, so we thought that we would bring some things that were just laying around the house," Sakura said sweetly, breaking the tension as she glanced between her son and stepson.
"That was unnecessary," coolly replied Sesshoumaru as he took the boxes from his father's arms and deposited them in the now enormous pile of boxes that was dominating the center of the room.
Sakura reflexively winced at his cold tone, slightly hurt by his frigid stoicism, but quickly brushed off his icy, unthankful reaction, used to his ways.
'I know that I can never replace his mother, but I have the feeling that he still blames me for taking her place in his family.
He's never let me in; always so cold and distant, the only thing keeping him from ignoring me completely is his respect for his father.
I know that I will never have that respect from him.
He will never accept me as part of his family, the memories of his mother will always be more real to him than I am,' she thought with a resignation and sorrow, watching as they continued to transfer the furniture that she had bought for him into the apartment.
Surveying the now significantly larger pile in the center of the room, Sesshoumaru mentally calculated just exactly how much furniture that was just lying around his family had brought him. While he knew that his family was wealthy, he was not so foolish as to believe that they had an extra couch, kitchen table, coffee table, bookshelf, bed, set of three chairs, television, and ottoman simply lying around.
'So,' Sesshoumaru mused, 'does she really believe that I, Sesshoumaru, would not see past her obvious lie. She knows that I would not accept her charity.'
Seeing the ulterior motive that he knew had to be there, he thought, 'Can she truly be as foolish as to believe that I will be bribed by these trifles?
I will never accept her as my mother.'
(A/N:: I originally had something cooler and longer and better thought out written but my comp crashed again ::sweat drop:: and now I'm mad and can't remember, sorry, the beginning part of the flashback was gone too ::argh::)
* * * * * * * * * Flash Back * * * * * * * *
A young boy about four years old laughed as he ran up the grassy hill, long snow-white hair trailing behind him, into his mother's arms.
The woman was stunning in every way.
Her vivacious sage-colored eyes sparkled with life and exuberance, revealing a personality that reveled in simply living life. Her delicate features, which contained a grace and sophistication that was rare in the modern day, were almost identical to those of her son, though his were softened by childhood to look even more innocent.
His coloration might come from his father, but his face was hers.
Her lithe athletic form was well proportioned, and promised a healthy future, not containing the same delicacy as her face suggested.
But there was something forceful about her, a passionate thirst to conquer life and all the world. That rejoiced in everything about life, and sought to teach her son that same joy. Underneath her graceful beauty lay a strength, and an iron will.
As she gathered her son into her lap, every movement showed a warm, mother's love, fiercely protective, and caring and gentle at the same time. Her family was the center of her world, and her son the center of her family, and he knew it, basking in the attention and warm security of his childhood like grass soaking in sunshine.
Sesshoumaru turned and favored his mother with a bright smile, full of childhood's innocence. His large, expressive amber eyes, which took up far too much space on his small almost feminine face, shining with a simple contentment to be in her arms as he toyed with the pendant that hung on her neck.
* * * * * * * * * * End Flash back * * * * * * * *
No, he would never betray his mother's memory that way . . .
(^.^)-'--,--'--@ @--,---'---,-(^.^)
A/N:: SO what do you guys think?!?! READ AND REVIEW PLZ!!!! I want to try and get up to 60!! ^_^
IF I get enough reviews I'll even update with a nice new chappie Sunday! ^_^
Btw remember the necklace (pendant) I'll prob bring it up again later.
OMG, I;m so happy I can't believe that Ive gotten sooo many reviews!! ( 57 Reviews YAY!!!
Glad you guys like how I describe things! REVIEWER ROCK!!
^_^
FROM NOW ON I WILL ONLY RESPOND TO REVIEWS IF ASKED TO!!!! Sorry, but I don't have time to constantly update AND reply, and its getting bad.
Mother's Memories
Last time on Can't Go Back~ (Not if he had anything to do about it.)
Noticing the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the room, Fugio Inutaisho cleared his throat casting a questioning look on his eldest son.
"Who was that Sesshoumaru? Your girlfriend?" he asked the amusement evident in his voice.
With a cool glance at his younger brother, Sesshoumaru faced his father with his normal impervious coat of ice.
"She is merely an acquaintance from school," he replied every word dropping the temperature in the room several degrees and indicating that the subject was CLOSED.
Inutaisho watched as the almost warm innocence that his son had displayed earlier with that Kagome girl was frozen over with Sesshoumaru's normal icy mask.
'Somehow that girl's managed to get under Sesshoumaru's skin, and even done the impossible and changed him a little bit. Well, this is very interesting,' he thought as he studied his son, 'he's always been so serious, adult, and cold, as if he was trying to shut the world out, but apparently he's let that girl in. I haven't seen him so playful since he was a little boy.
Since my betrayal . . .
Since his mother died . . .'
He mentally sighed as he remembered watching his once warm and loving son retreat into himself building walls of ice around his heart.
'I hope he has the sense to keep her around long enough to change him for good, and bring back a bit of the little boy that was buried when his mother died.'
"She was very pretty," he commented with a knowing smile, hoping to give his stubborn son a subtle hint. Seeing Sesshoumaru's nonchalant glance and lack of response, Inutaisho smirked at his son's seemingly indifferent attitude.
"I'm going down to the car to get Sakura," he said before he quickly left the room, leaving the two brothers alone.
After a full ten minutes of glaring on Inuyasha's part and disinterested silence on Sesshoumaru's, Inuyasha finally snapped, "What is Kagome to you!?!"
(A/N: I could be REALLY evil and leave you guys hanging here, but I value my life so on with the show)
"What does it matter to you?" Sesshoumaru coolly inquired while studying the swirl of emotions that played across his brother's face in swift succession, trying to interpret the cause behind them with little success.
Trying to control the urge to throttle his emotionless, marble statue of a brother, Inuyasha merely glared in response, the full force of his anger shown through his violet eyes still not managing to affect Sesshoumaru's impassive mask.
The tension between the two was a pulsating, tangible pressure that weighed down the air in the room making it difficult to breathe. Though Sesshoumaru gave no hint that it was affecting him, merely looking down upon Inuyasha with that hard, cold golden stare as if he were nothing but vermin that had dared to enter his home and challenge him.
Just when the Inuyasha seemed ready to snap under the tension and punch Sesshoumaru in the jaw, Inutaisho returned his arms full of bits and odds of furniture, with a woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties following.
Bearing a remarkable resemblance to Inuyasha, the woman had her waist- length jet-black hair in an ornate chignon and kind, deep purple, almost indigo, eyes that sparkled with life. Her smile was a quiet, gentle one, unobtrusive and not comparatively remarkable, but comfortable enough that someone could spend the rest of his life staring at it.
"We heard that your apartment didn't come furnished, so we thought that we would bring some things that were just laying around the house," Sakura said sweetly, breaking the tension as she glanced between her son and stepson.
"That was unnecessary," coolly replied Sesshoumaru as he took the boxes from his father's arms and deposited them in the now enormous pile of boxes that was dominating the center of the room.
Sakura reflexively winced at his cold tone, slightly hurt by his frigid stoicism, but quickly brushed off his icy, unthankful reaction, used to his ways.
'I know that I can never replace his mother, but I have the feeling that he still blames me for taking her place in his family.
He's never let me in; always so cold and distant, the only thing keeping him from ignoring me completely is his respect for his father.
I know that I will never have that respect from him.
He will never accept me as part of his family, the memories of his mother will always be more real to him than I am,' she thought with a resignation and sorrow, watching as they continued to transfer the furniture that she had bought for him into the apartment.
Surveying the now significantly larger pile in the center of the room, Sesshoumaru mentally calculated just exactly how much furniture that was just lying around his family had brought him. While he knew that his family was wealthy, he was not so foolish as to believe that they had an extra couch, kitchen table, coffee table, bookshelf, bed, set of three chairs, television, and ottoman simply lying around.
'So,' Sesshoumaru mused, 'does she really believe that I, Sesshoumaru, would not see past her obvious lie. She knows that I would not accept her charity.'
Seeing the ulterior motive that he knew had to be there, he thought, 'Can she truly be as foolish as to believe that I will be bribed by these trifles?
I will never accept her as my mother.'
(A/N:: I originally had something cooler and longer and better thought out written but my comp crashed again ::sweat drop:: and now I'm mad and can't remember, sorry, the beginning part of the flashback was gone too ::argh::)
* * * * * * * * * Flash Back * * * * * * * *
A young boy about four years old laughed as he ran up the grassy hill, long snow-white hair trailing behind him, into his mother's arms.
The woman was stunning in every way.
Her vivacious sage-colored eyes sparkled with life and exuberance, revealing a personality that reveled in simply living life. Her delicate features, which contained a grace and sophistication that was rare in the modern day, were almost identical to those of her son, though his were softened by childhood to look even more innocent.
His coloration might come from his father, but his face was hers.
Her lithe athletic form was well proportioned, and promised a healthy future, not containing the same delicacy as her face suggested.
But there was something forceful about her, a passionate thirst to conquer life and all the world. That rejoiced in everything about life, and sought to teach her son that same joy. Underneath her graceful beauty lay a strength, and an iron will.
As she gathered her son into her lap, every movement showed a warm, mother's love, fiercely protective, and caring and gentle at the same time. Her family was the center of her world, and her son the center of her family, and he knew it, basking in the attention and warm security of his childhood like grass soaking in sunshine.
Sesshoumaru turned and favored his mother with a bright smile, full of childhood's innocence. His large, expressive amber eyes, which took up far too much space on his small almost feminine face, shining with a simple contentment to be in her arms as he toyed with the pendant that hung on her neck.
* * * * * * * * * * End Flash back * * * * * * * *
No, he would never betray his mother's memory that way . . .
(^.^)-'--,--'--@ @--,---'---,-(^.^)
A/N:: SO what do you guys think?!?! READ AND REVIEW PLZ!!!! I want to try and get up to 60!! ^_^
IF I get enough reviews I'll even update with a nice new chappie Sunday! ^_^
Btw remember the necklace (pendant) I'll prob bring it up again later.