Hey! OMG! I a can't believe I got SOOOO many reviews!! I LOVE YA! ::
bounces up and down with joy and starts coughing and has to sit down::
Sorry this is sooo late, but I;ve been VERY sick, with the flu or something (coughing, fever, sore throat, headache, feel like you;ve been run over by a lawn mover and spit out sound familiar?)
SO I dragged myself out of bed to write this, and I hope to get better by tom, and give you guys a longer update, but this REALLI is not the condition for a fanfic author to make plot points in
AND to top it all off my ff.net has been spazzing out and the site wouldn't let me on till now.
Soo. . . . enough excuses and on with the show
Disclaimer:: ~ look at all the fuzzy pink bunnies, come here bunnnies~ wait FOCUS! Pheonix FOCUS! Oh yeah! no I don't own Inu or the rest of the gang. XP you evil evil copyright ppl
Opposites Attract
Kagome walked the final steps to Sesshoumaru's apartment a grim, determined expression set on her face, and a can of paint tightly gripped in each white-knuckled hand.
Pausing at the door, she plastered a tight-lipped version of her normal cheery smile on her face and knocked on the door, bracing herself for the worst.
She sighed in relief as she saw the door open, revealing Sesshoumaru, his expression quickly changing from mild annoyance to concern as he saw a pale, shaky Kagome bravely smile up at him, her eyes filled with old sorrow.
Sesshoumaru placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and slowly led her back into the apartment, resolving to question her at the first opportunity, when she didn't appear so fragile.
As she stepped into the living room, her fake smile bloomed into one of genuine thanks as she felt the familiar calm of Sesshoumaru's presence surround and cushion her, making the pains of yesterday seem more distant and easier to bear. (A/N :: I kno sorta tacky, but I am hacking up a lung here and slightly feverish so give me a break)
She glanced around the room, noticing the addition of Miroku and Sango, who kept shooting warning glares at Inuyasha. Inutaisho seemed out of place painting the last pink wall of the room white, and a new women, who appeared in be in the late thirties or early forties, was examining the kitchen drawers. Finally, she allowed herself to look at the boy himself. He had not changed that much in years since she had last seen him with the same boyish, moody face she had grown accustomed to. Noticing that his attention was not on her, she followed his glare to Sesshoumaru's back as he (A/N:: Fluffy, not Inu) picked up a roller and began to help his father paint the last wall.
Not knowing what to do, she went up to greet Sango and Miroku, hoping that her friends would not be so 'loyal' as to make a scene with Inuyasha. She didn't think that she could deal with that right now.
"Kagome-chan!" Sango exclaimed, concern for her friend evident in her eyes, "Are you ok?" she inquired in a hushed voice.
Giving her a tired smile, Kagome responded, "Yes, I'm fine, Sango. You don't have to worry about it. It was a long time ago, ne?"
Recognizing the pained look that was hidden deep in Kagome's eye, Sango replied with a faint "Right, Kagome-chan, Right", as she inwardly cursed Inuyasha for bringing those shadows back to her face.
Miroku gazed at her, noticing the faint redness surrounding her eyes, proving that she had done more than simply "gone out to buy paint" as Sesshoumaru had curtly informed them.
He glanced at the arrogant figure that seemed out of place performing such a menial task as wall painting. How he had managed to "wake up" Kagome, as Sango had said, he would never know? His personality was so contrasting to that of hers, even more so than Inuyasha's had been, but then again maybe that was a good thing.
He was cool and collected, while she was so often frazzled. He was suspicious where she was almost naively trusting. Mature and jaded where, despite all that she had been through in life, she was still innocent.
He could protect her from the outside world.
And she would bring him out of his icy shell to live in it.
'Well, he might be a jerk to the rest of us, but he treats Kagome the way that she deserves, well at least now he does. Its hard to believe that she could change him like that.
He acts so cold and harsh most of the time, though admittedly not as much as he used to. But the man still has that icy sense of danger surrounding him, especially during his kendo matches' Miroku thought with a shudder, remembering the few times he had seen Sesshoumaru compete.
'But around her he's almost gentle, and definitely more peaceful than distanced.
And, I don't care what they say, there's definitely something going on between those too, even if they are too stubborn to admit it, or do anything about it. If Kagome hadn't had so many bad relationships before, especially with Inuyasha, she would have the sense to go for it.
And of course, Sesshoumaru, was . . . well . . .
Sesshoumaru,'
thought Miroku.
A/N:: I kno I kno Ridiculously short, and I didn't proofread so horrible grammar, but I;m seriously ill here and not to mention out of cough drops people give me a break!
Sorri, I apologize again for the lateness and shortness of this and might rewrite it tomm when I;m actually sane.
I will try to update tomm.
Sorry this is sooo late, but I;ve been VERY sick, with the flu or something (coughing, fever, sore throat, headache, feel like you;ve been run over by a lawn mover and spit out sound familiar?)
SO I dragged myself out of bed to write this, and I hope to get better by tom, and give you guys a longer update, but this REALLI is not the condition for a fanfic author to make plot points in
AND to top it all off my ff.net has been spazzing out and the site wouldn't let me on till now.
Soo. . . . enough excuses and on with the show
Disclaimer:: ~ look at all the fuzzy pink bunnies, come here bunnnies~ wait FOCUS! Pheonix FOCUS! Oh yeah! no I don't own Inu or the rest of the gang. XP you evil evil copyright ppl
Opposites Attract
Kagome walked the final steps to Sesshoumaru's apartment a grim, determined expression set on her face, and a can of paint tightly gripped in each white-knuckled hand.
Pausing at the door, she plastered a tight-lipped version of her normal cheery smile on her face and knocked on the door, bracing herself for the worst.
She sighed in relief as she saw the door open, revealing Sesshoumaru, his expression quickly changing from mild annoyance to concern as he saw a pale, shaky Kagome bravely smile up at him, her eyes filled with old sorrow.
Sesshoumaru placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and slowly led her back into the apartment, resolving to question her at the first opportunity, when she didn't appear so fragile.
As she stepped into the living room, her fake smile bloomed into one of genuine thanks as she felt the familiar calm of Sesshoumaru's presence surround and cushion her, making the pains of yesterday seem more distant and easier to bear. (A/N :: I kno sorta tacky, but I am hacking up a lung here and slightly feverish so give me a break)
She glanced around the room, noticing the addition of Miroku and Sango, who kept shooting warning glares at Inuyasha. Inutaisho seemed out of place painting the last pink wall of the room white, and a new women, who appeared in be in the late thirties or early forties, was examining the kitchen drawers. Finally, she allowed herself to look at the boy himself. He had not changed that much in years since she had last seen him with the same boyish, moody face she had grown accustomed to. Noticing that his attention was not on her, she followed his glare to Sesshoumaru's back as he (A/N:: Fluffy, not Inu) picked up a roller and began to help his father paint the last wall.
Not knowing what to do, she went up to greet Sango and Miroku, hoping that her friends would not be so 'loyal' as to make a scene with Inuyasha. She didn't think that she could deal with that right now.
"Kagome-chan!" Sango exclaimed, concern for her friend evident in her eyes, "Are you ok?" she inquired in a hushed voice.
Giving her a tired smile, Kagome responded, "Yes, I'm fine, Sango. You don't have to worry about it. It was a long time ago, ne?"
Recognizing the pained look that was hidden deep in Kagome's eye, Sango replied with a faint "Right, Kagome-chan, Right", as she inwardly cursed Inuyasha for bringing those shadows back to her face.
Miroku gazed at her, noticing the faint redness surrounding her eyes, proving that she had done more than simply "gone out to buy paint" as Sesshoumaru had curtly informed them.
He glanced at the arrogant figure that seemed out of place performing such a menial task as wall painting. How he had managed to "wake up" Kagome, as Sango had said, he would never know? His personality was so contrasting to that of hers, even more so than Inuyasha's had been, but then again maybe that was a good thing.
He was cool and collected, while she was so often frazzled. He was suspicious where she was almost naively trusting. Mature and jaded where, despite all that she had been through in life, she was still innocent.
He could protect her from the outside world.
And she would bring him out of his icy shell to live in it.
'Well, he might be a jerk to the rest of us, but he treats Kagome the way that she deserves, well at least now he does. Its hard to believe that she could change him like that.
He acts so cold and harsh most of the time, though admittedly not as much as he used to. But the man still has that icy sense of danger surrounding him, especially during his kendo matches' Miroku thought with a shudder, remembering the few times he had seen Sesshoumaru compete.
'But around her he's almost gentle, and definitely more peaceful than distanced.
And, I don't care what they say, there's definitely something going on between those too, even if they are too stubborn to admit it, or do anything about it. If Kagome hadn't had so many bad relationships before, especially with Inuyasha, she would have the sense to go for it.
And of course, Sesshoumaru, was . . . well . . .
Sesshoumaru,'
thought Miroku.
A/N:: I kno I kno Ridiculously short, and I didn't proofread so horrible grammar, but I;m seriously ill here and not to mention out of cough drops people give me a break!
Sorri, I apologize again for the lateness and shortness of this and might rewrite it tomm when I;m actually sane.
I will try to update tomm.