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I can't believe that I got 150 REVIEWS you guys are so great! I never though that this story would be so popular!
YoU GUYS ARE AMAZING!
This is a realli long ch. To make up for the long time it took for me to update!
Sorry, it took so long, but between being sick and bogged down with all this wrk b/c it's the week b4 winter break here things are busy.
Now on with the show!
Bliss
Inuyasha's deep purple eyes were fixed upon Sesshoumaru's back, as they had been since he had started to paint the wall. He had not allowed himself to look at Kagome or even the portion of the room that held her since he had first heard her knock on door, afraid of what he would see in her gaze. If there would still be that sorrow and longing, and if he wanted it to still be there . . .
"Of course I don't,' he thought with an arrogant huff as he crossed his arms and continued to glower at his brother. (A/N:: the famous Inuyasha pose!)
'Sango's right I have to let go. I mean, I made my choice and I'm happy with Kikyou right? She's the love of my life'
Kikyou's mysterious gaze floated into his mind's eye. He always wondered what those deep brown eyes hid, unlike with Kagome he never seemed to be able to read them. She had always seemed so untouchable to him, set on an entirely different level than him or any other girl that he had ever met. Coolly distant like a goddess set on an ancient pedestal to be worshipped but never touched and tainted by the hands of men. (A/N:: No, I;m not a kikyou-fan! This is Inu's POV remember! ::runs away from flying tomatoes)
She was so much different than Kagome. . .
He couldn't help but smile as he remembered her cheery face with a smile that simply beamed and could light up even the most dreary and pointless of moments.
Kagome was sunshine where Kikyou was ice. She had forcefully dragged him out of the depression he had sunk into after Kikyou had left, without any thanks on his part and not taking 'no' for an answer. Somehow she had brought back his ability to trust, though he had no idea it was even happening until it was too late. She was completely amazing
In her own way. . . .
And yet he had only repaid her in tears and betrayal . . .
(A/N:: Yes, I kno this update and my last have been riddle with tackiness and overall clicheishness. I kno that there in there somewhere but I just cant seem to be able to find them. ARGH. If you see them. I can sense I kno I can grrrr I;m not insane Tell me PLEASE!)
'Damn,' he thought as out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kagome end her conversation with Sango and enter the kitchen, where he knew his mother was probably analyzing and critiquing everything from Sesshoumaru's cutlery to grouting for inadequacies that she could 'help' with.
'When will she understand that that bastard couldn't care less about her and that there's nothing she can do to change that,' he thought with resignation and anger at his brother thoughtlessly cruel actions.
But that was not what was causing him to mentally curse his luck, as he fought to keep his glare focused on his brother's un-responding back.
His father did not know about his past relationship with Kagome, due to his demanding work schedule and the fact that Inuyasha would probably sooner jump off of a cliff into a pit of swarming sharks wearing nothing but a sting bikini than open up to his father about his love life. (A/N:: Errr. . . no idea where that mental picture came from, prob all the cough medecine)
His mother on the other hand had definitely known about Kagome, and even met the girl on a few occasions, despite the desperate protests of a red- faced Inuyasha. Though he had not specifically told her what had ended his relationship with the girl, he had a feeling that his mother knew, and knew enough not to hassle him about it further than a few questions and inquiring glances.
Her piercing purple eyes that were so similar to his own, and yet not, holding more reserve, maturity, and perceptiveness than his did, were all- seeing. He felt oddly exposed around her, as if she could read him like a book, which was justified because she probably could.
She knew from a glance at his face when he had had a bad day or a good one. She could tell from his tone alone what mood he was in, and often could guess what had put him there. And she was the first to discover that he had fallen in love
and the first to find out when Kikyou had disappeared on him. . .
She was un-nervingly perceptive when it came to her son, and he knew it. And that was why a shudder of foreboding rushed through his spine as Kagome entered the kitchen.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
Sakura rummaged through the boxes labeled kitchen supplies that she had taken off that monstrosity of a pile in the living room. The newly de- pinkified kitchen still smelled faintly of the dried paint on its walls and disinfectant from her furious scrubbing session.
Now that she was thoroughly satisfied that the kitchen was completely food- friendly with no paint bits or old dirt lingering, Sakura could finally begin to unpack the boxes that she had dragged in here, refusing the dubious help of the young man with a kind face, but a lecherous glint in his eyes. (A/N:: Woah long sentence there, sorry if its confusing, just read through slowly if u have a problem/ no I will not have Miroku feel up Inu's mom that's just wrong, though she is a very pretty lady)
Taking a short break in her battle to untangle the cord of the toaster, the at times overly curious Sakura left behind the mess of cord, and trotted over to another box that she had taken from the living room, all the while feeling slightly guilty for snooping.
'But then again, if I didn't snoop, I would never know anything about either of my sons,' she reasoned to herself as she carefully opened the box labeled "PHOTOS" in Sesshoumaru's elegant, precise hand 'It's a mother's duty to snoop, and know what's going on in her sons lives.'
Unwrapping the top picture from its newspaper cushion, she found herself gazing down on a picture of Sesshoumaru actually smiling pleasantly leaning against a tree with a young, dark-haired woman, as they sat across from each other on a picnic blanket.
Grabbing one of the few photo albums in the box (A/N:: Sessie isn't much of a picture person), she began to quickly flip through it, spotting the cheerful young woman in mand if not almost all of the pictures and noticing that it was in these pictures that Sesshoumaru discarded his normal stiff, formal semi-frown in favor of a genuine light smile.
'My, my. It seems that our little Sesshoumaru has finally fallen for a girl,' she thought with a smile, noticing the drastic difference in her stepson between the pictures with the girl and the pictures without her.
It was as if he were a completely different person. The reserve was still there, but the customary ice was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth and affection that both surprised and overjoyed Sakura.
'And fallen hard . . .'
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Kagome walked into the room surprised to find Inuyasha's mother sitting on the floor by an open cardboard box, picture frames, albums, and pictures spread out all around her, making her a small island surrounding by an ocean of pictures and other's memories on the white ceramic tile floor of the kitchen. (A/N:: I've done that to myself SOOO many times)
Hearing someone else enter the room, Sakura looked up to see the face of the one girl that her birth son had hurt the most, and with shock realized who the dark-haired young woman in the pictures was.
The one girl who seemed to be able to soften Sesshoumaru's heart, and finally force him into letting others into his lonely, distant life. Of all the girls to have fallen for Sesshoumaru had to choose this one.
'Damnit . . .'
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Sesshoumaru lazily swept the paintbrush over the once garishly pink wall in a controlled gesture, spreading the paint out evenly.
Wondering at the supreme level of uselessness Inuyasha could achieve, he felt his brother's heated glare on his back, as it had been for over an hour now.
He could see Miroku and Sango playfully work on painting the bathroom out of the corner of his eye through the open door, while he sensed a thin film of tension cover everything in the apartment. The cause of which was unknown to him. He knew it had something to do with the past relationship between his baby brother and Kagome, and that he was somehow involve, but beyond that he was clueless. A situation which he did NOT enjoy, he had learned the hard way that even if there are things beyond your control, you should at least know of them.
* * * * * * * * Flash Back * * * * * * * *
A very young Sesshoumaru watched his parents argue, his tiny nose pressed into the crack of the door as he eavesdropped on their conversation, straining to hear their at times hushed and at times angry words.
Watching his once strong mother seem to crumple at his father's words, he shivered in his thin, summer pajamas, standing alone in the eerily dark hall.
He fought the urge to run to her, to place his arms around her neck and chase away all of bad things making her sad like she had done so often for him. But he had known,
he had TRUSTED
that his father would take care of this as he always did, and that he, Sesshoumaru would only get in the way, as he knew little boys sometimes did when adults wished to be left alone, and this seemed one of those times.
He waited for his father to valiantly step forth, always the shining, white knight, and soothe the pain he saw in his mother's eyes as she trembled, her shoulder slumped and every line of her body reading defeat and sorrow.
Shocked, the young boy's golden eyes widened to miniature suns, letting all of his emotions shine through, as he finally understood to some degree the scene that was playing before his eyes.
His father was the one that was making his mother his mother sad, making those silent tears course down her pale cheeks and her one strong, proud shoulders shake with repressed sobs.
He watched as his father, the man who had always stood upon a marble pillar in his mind, representing everything that he had wanted to become and everything that he had wanted to achieve, hung his head in shame.
"Gomenasai," Sesshoumaru heard him mutter his voiced laced with an almost desperate plea, as he forced himself to raise his head and look his wife in the eyes.
He strained forward as he heard his mother whisper something with enough force to send his father wide shoulders slumped down in misery.
"Sometimes sorry isn't good enough,"
The boy watched as he mother abruptly turned and flew out of the room knocking him down in her rush to leave, unable to see him with her tear- blurred eyes, her car keys clutched tightly in her hands as she rushed out into the fittingly chaotic stormy night.
He ran after her, afraid that she would leave him behind, and wanting to soothe the sorrow he saw in his mother's eyes that he had foolishly trusted his father to end.
Calling out her name, he stumbled along in his nightclothes chasing his mother's shadow through the halls of the house that now seemed spooky and looming the dark corners mocking him. Finally he tripped on the hem of his pants and fell, calling out as he did so, tears freely flowing down his face. The lush carpeting of the hall left a burning sensation on his palms and he sobbed with the free abandon of a child left behind.
Suddenly he felt a warm arm on around his shoulders helping him to stand. Looking up into the kind, green eyes of his mother that were now bright with tears, he knew that she would never leave him behind. Unmistakable concern and motherly affection lay behind the tears in her eyes, as she surveyed her son.
"Mother?" he asked, his small voice filled with his uncertainty and wish to help.
Smiling at his timid tone, she thought, 'I could never leave him behind, my little boy. I'm going to miss that little, timid boy when he grows up.' She brushed the thick, soft bangs out of his forehead, marveling at how neat they seemed to be able to stay with relatively little effort on the small boy's part.
'But I will love to see the fine man I know he will grow to become. Even now, I can feel it in my heart that he has too much a sense of honor in that head of his to do something like this to any girl,' she thought with a dismal, but hopeful smile.
"It's ok, Sessie-chan," she said, using the nickname that he had recently "gotten too old" for.
"I'll always be here for you," she promised, "Your father and I have just had a little fight, and I want to go out for a little drive. Will you do me a favor, and go back to bed?"
Sesshoumaru contemplated the situation at hand, and gave his mother a fierce hug, wanting the block out all of her sorrows and protect her vivacious spirit from the blows that seemed to be wracking it now.
Her eyes were still bright from held back tears, and her voice tight from the effort. He knew that she didn't want to cry in front of him, but needed to cry, so he let her go. . . .
(A/N:: Both physically and well you know)
"I love you, mother. Come home soon," he said with a slight smile as he pecked his mother on the cheek before running back to his room, hoping that when he woke up his mother would be back and the world would right itself again, but knowing that his life had just been changed forever and that he was quickly being forced to leave his blissful childhood behind.
Unfortunately, he did not know how soon.
It's true what they say.
Ignorance is bliss.
* * * * * * End Flashback* * * * * * * * * *
Slowly coming back to reality, Sesshoumaru realized that he had been standing at the wall with an unmoving paintbrush for several minutes lost in his memories. Feeling the old pain rising, he quickly shoved them to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
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"Kagome. . . ." Sakura murmured staring at the girl.
Startled Kagome realized just who was in the kitchen with her. "Oh, hello, Fugio-san (A/N:: I don't know if they change from their maiden names in Japan, so tell me if I got this wrong) I didn't know that you were here too. I suppose that Sesshoumaru is your stepson," she said remembering the emphasis that both brother's had placed upon the word half and the fact that Sesshoumaru's mother had passed away long ago.
The older woman had been staring at the girl in almost grim disbelief, as if by the force of her stare she could alter the identity of the mystery girl in the pictures. She wished happiness for both of her sons, and kami- sama knew that Sesshoumaru deserved it, even if he did not allow it to himself. However, this new development complicated things MUCH more. What will I do? I couldn't I betray my own flesh and blood to try to bring those two together, right?
The air in the room became as tense as the string on a violin waiting to played, about to create a beautiful masterpiece that could move the very souls of millions to devotion and tears, or a strangled wreck that sounded reminiscent of the dying screams of a tortured out of tune cat. A million possible outcomes of that day rushed through the air, before fate finally settled on one.
No, but Inuyasha had his chance, and I decided long ago that I would try to make up to Sesshoumaru for havoc I had unintentionally created in his life. While I know that I probably will never be able to through this girl I might be able to make his life infinitely better.
My decision is made.
After all, I do have two sons, no matter how many I gave birth to or accept me as their mother. I will always be mother to two sons.
'Besides matching-making has always been a forte of mine, and a skill that has been unused for FAR too long,' she thought with a mischievous smirk, a plan formulating in her mind as she watched the young woman before her self- consciously shift her weight under weight of her gaze and the pregnant silence in the room.
(^.^)(^.^)
There done!! Btw, I'm american so if there any points of Japanese culture or grammar that I;m getting wrong PLEASE tell me.
I'll try to update soon, but I don't know if I'll get to before the weekend.
Ugh, I hate that Fanfiction.net is now only updating their website every like 12 hrs or so, so I don't know when u guys will be able to read this but tell me what you thing AND REVIEW! I LIVE OFF OF THEM! MORE REVIEWS = FASTER AND LONGER UPDATES!
I can't believe that I got 150 REVIEWS you guys are so great! I never though that this story would be so popular!
YoU GUYS ARE AMAZING!
This is a realli long ch. To make up for the long time it took for me to update!
Sorry, it took so long, but between being sick and bogged down with all this wrk b/c it's the week b4 winter break here things are busy.
Now on with the show!
Bliss
Inuyasha's deep purple eyes were fixed upon Sesshoumaru's back, as they had been since he had started to paint the wall. He had not allowed himself to look at Kagome or even the portion of the room that held her since he had first heard her knock on door, afraid of what he would see in her gaze. If there would still be that sorrow and longing, and if he wanted it to still be there . . .
"Of course I don't,' he thought with an arrogant huff as he crossed his arms and continued to glower at his brother. (A/N:: the famous Inuyasha pose!)
'Sango's right I have to let go. I mean, I made my choice and I'm happy with Kikyou right? She's the love of my life'
Kikyou's mysterious gaze floated into his mind's eye. He always wondered what those deep brown eyes hid, unlike with Kagome he never seemed to be able to read them. She had always seemed so untouchable to him, set on an entirely different level than him or any other girl that he had ever met. Coolly distant like a goddess set on an ancient pedestal to be worshipped but never touched and tainted by the hands of men. (A/N:: No, I;m not a kikyou-fan! This is Inu's POV remember! ::runs away from flying tomatoes)
She was so much different than Kagome. . .
He couldn't help but smile as he remembered her cheery face with a smile that simply beamed and could light up even the most dreary and pointless of moments.
Kagome was sunshine where Kikyou was ice. She had forcefully dragged him out of the depression he had sunk into after Kikyou had left, without any thanks on his part and not taking 'no' for an answer. Somehow she had brought back his ability to trust, though he had no idea it was even happening until it was too late. She was completely amazing
In her own way. . . .
And yet he had only repaid her in tears and betrayal . . .
(A/N:: Yes, I kno this update and my last have been riddle with tackiness and overall clicheishness. I kno that there in there somewhere but I just cant seem to be able to find them. ARGH. If you see them. I can sense I kno I can grrrr I;m not insane Tell me PLEASE!)
'Damn,' he thought as out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kagome end her conversation with Sango and enter the kitchen, where he knew his mother was probably analyzing and critiquing everything from Sesshoumaru's cutlery to grouting for inadequacies that she could 'help' with.
'When will she understand that that bastard couldn't care less about her and that there's nothing she can do to change that,' he thought with resignation and anger at his brother thoughtlessly cruel actions.
But that was not what was causing him to mentally curse his luck, as he fought to keep his glare focused on his brother's un-responding back.
His father did not know about his past relationship with Kagome, due to his demanding work schedule and the fact that Inuyasha would probably sooner jump off of a cliff into a pit of swarming sharks wearing nothing but a sting bikini than open up to his father about his love life. (A/N:: Errr. . . no idea where that mental picture came from, prob all the cough medecine)
His mother on the other hand had definitely known about Kagome, and even met the girl on a few occasions, despite the desperate protests of a red- faced Inuyasha. Though he had not specifically told her what had ended his relationship with the girl, he had a feeling that his mother knew, and knew enough not to hassle him about it further than a few questions and inquiring glances.
Her piercing purple eyes that were so similar to his own, and yet not, holding more reserve, maturity, and perceptiveness than his did, were all- seeing. He felt oddly exposed around her, as if she could read him like a book, which was justified because she probably could.
She knew from a glance at his face when he had had a bad day or a good one. She could tell from his tone alone what mood he was in, and often could guess what had put him there. And she was the first to discover that he had fallen in love
and the first to find out when Kikyou had disappeared on him. . .
She was un-nervingly perceptive when it came to her son, and he knew it. And that was why a shudder of foreboding rushed through his spine as Kagome entered the kitchen.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
Sakura rummaged through the boxes labeled kitchen supplies that she had taken off that monstrosity of a pile in the living room. The newly de- pinkified kitchen still smelled faintly of the dried paint on its walls and disinfectant from her furious scrubbing session.
Now that she was thoroughly satisfied that the kitchen was completely food- friendly with no paint bits or old dirt lingering, Sakura could finally begin to unpack the boxes that she had dragged in here, refusing the dubious help of the young man with a kind face, but a lecherous glint in his eyes. (A/N:: Woah long sentence there, sorry if its confusing, just read through slowly if u have a problem/ no I will not have Miroku feel up Inu's mom that's just wrong, though she is a very pretty lady)
Taking a short break in her battle to untangle the cord of the toaster, the at times overly curious Sakura left behind the mess of cord, and trotted over to another box that she had taken from the living room, all the while feeling slightly guilty for snooping.
'But then again, if I didn't snoop, I would never know anything about either of my sons,' she reasoned to herself as she carefully opened the box labeled "PHOTOS" in Sesshoumaru's elegant, precise hand 'It's a mother's duty to snoop, and know what's going on in her sons lives.'
Unwrapping the top picture from its newspaper cushion, she found herself gazing down on a picture of Sesshoumaru actually smiling pleasantly leaning against a tree with a young, dark-haired woman, as they sat across from each other on a picnic blanket.
Grabbing one of the few photo albums in the box (A/N:: Sessie isn't much of a picture person), she began to quickly flip through it, spotting the cheerful young woman in mand if not almost all of the pictures and noticing that it was in these pictures that Sesshoumaru discarded his normal stiff, formal semi-frown in favor of a genuine light smile.
'My, my. It seems that our little Sesshoumaru has finally fallen for a girl,' she thought with a smile, noticing the drastic difference in her stepson between the pictures with the girl and the pictures without her.
It was as if he were a completely different person. The reserve was still there, but the customary ice was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth and affection that both surprised and overjoyed Sakura.
'And fallen hard . . .'
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
Kagome walked into the room surprised to find Inuyasha's mother sitting on the floor by an open cardboard box, picture frames, albums, and pictures spread out all around her, making her a small island surrounding by an ocean of pictures and other's memories on the white ceramic tile floor of the kitchen. (A/N:: I've done that to myself SOOO many times)
Hearing someone else enter the room, Sakura looked up to see the face of the one girl that her birth son had hurt the most, and with shock realized who the dark-haired young woman in the pictures was.
The one girl who seemed to be able to soften Sesshoumaru's heart, and finally force him into letting others into his lonely, distant life. Of all the girls to have fallen for Sesshoumaru had to choose this one.
'Damnit . . .'
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Sesshoumaru lazily swept the paintbrush over the once garishly pink wall in a controlled gesture, spreading the paint out evenly.
Wondering at the supreme level of uselessness Inuyasha could achieve, he felt his brother's heated glare on his back, as it had been for over an hour now.
He could see Miroku and Sango playfully work on painting the bathroom out of the corner of his eye through the open door, while he sensed a thin film of tension cover everything in the apartment. The cause of which was unknown to him. He knew it had something to do with the past relationship between his baby brother and Kagome, and that he was somehow involve, but beyond that he was clueless. A situation which he did NOT enjoy, he had learned the hard way that even if there are things beyond your control, you should at least know of them.
* * * * * * * * Flash Back * * * * * * * *
A very young Sesshoumaru watched his parents argue, his tiny nose pressed into the crack of the door as he eavesdropped on their conversation, straining to hear their at times hushed and at times angry words.
Watching his once strong mother seem to crumple at his father's words, he shivered in his thin, summer pajamas, standing alone in the eerily dark hall.
He fought the urge to run to her, to place his arms around her neck and chase away all of bad things making her sad like she had done so often for him. But he had known,
he had TRUSTED
that his father would take care of this as he always did, and that he, Sesshoumaru would only get in the way, as he knew little boys sometimes did when adults wished to be left alone, and this seemed one of those times.
He waited for his father to valiantly step forth, always the shining, white knight, and soothe the pain he saw in his mother's eyes as she trembled, her shoulder slumped and every line of her body reading defeat and sorrow.
Shocked, the young boy's golden eyes widened to miniature suns, letting all of his emotions shine through, as he finally understood to some degree the scene that was playing before his eyes.
His father was the one that was making his mother his mother sad, making those silent tears course down her pale cheeks and her one strong, proud shoulders shake with repressed sobs.
He watched as his father, the man who had always stood upon a marble pillar in his mind, representing everything that he had wanted to become and everything that he had wanted to achieve, hung his head in shame.
"Gomenasai," Sesshoumaru heard him mutter his voiced laced with an almost desperate plea, as he forced himself to raise his head and look his wife in the eyes.
He strained forward as he heard his mother whisper something with enough force to send his father wide shoulders slumped down in misery.
"Sometimes sorry isn't good enough,"
The boy watched as he mother abruptly turned and flew out of the room knocking him down in her rush to leave, unable to see him with her tear- blurred eyes, her car keys clutched tightly in her hands as she rushed out into the fittingly chaotic stormy night.
He ran after her, afraid that she would leave him behind, and wanting to soothe the sorrow he saw in his mother's eyes that he had foolishly trusted his father to end.
Calling out her name, he stumbled along in his nightclothes chasing his mother's shadow through the halls of the house that now seemed spooky and looming the dark corners mocking him. Finally he tripped on the hem of his pants and fell, calling out as he did so, tears freely flowing down his face. The lush carpeting of the hall left a burning sensation on his palms and he sobbed with the free abandon of a child left behind.
Suddenly he felt a warm arm on around his shoulders helping him to stand. Looking up into the kind, green eyes of his mother that were now bright with tears, he knew that she would never leave him behind. Unmistakable concern and motherly affection lay behind the tears in her eyes, as she surveyed her son.
"Mother?" he asked, his small voice filled with his uncertainty and wish to help.
Smiling at his timid tone, she thought, 'I could never leave him behind, my little boy. I'm going to miss that little, timid boy when he grows up.' She brushed the thick, soft bangs out of his forehead, marveling at how neat they seemed to be able to stay with relatively little effort on the small boy's part.
'But I will love to see the fine man I know he will grow to become. Even now, I can feel it in my heart that he has too much a sense of honor in that head of his to do something like this to any girl,' she thought with a dismal, but hopeful smile.
"It's ok, Sessie-chan," she said, using the nickname that he had recently "gotten too old" for.
"I'll always be here for you," she promised, "Your father and I have just had a little fight, and I want to go out for a little drive. Will you do me a favor, and go back to bed?"
Sesshoumaru contemplated the situation at hand, and gave his mother a fierce hug, wanting the block out all of her sorrows and protect her vivacious spirit from the blows that seemed to be wracking it now.
Her eyes were still bright from held back tears, and her voice tight from the effort. He knew that she didn't want to cry in front of him, but needed to cry, so he let her go. . . .
(A/N:: Both physically and well you know)
"I love you, mother. Come home soon," he said with a slight smile as he pecked his mother on the cheek before running back to his room, hoping that when he woke up his mother would be back and the world would right itself again, but knowing that his life had just been changed forever and that he was quickly being forced to leave his blissful childhood behind.
Unfortunately, he did not know how soon.
It's true what they say.
Ignorance is bliss.
* * * * * * End Flashback* * * * * * * * * *
Slowly coming back to reality, Sesshoumaru realized that he had been standing at the wall with an unmoving paintbrush for several minutes lost in his memories. Feeling the old pain rising, he quickly shoved them to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
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"Kagome. . . ." Sakura murmured staring at the girl.
Startled Kagome realized just who was in the kitchen with her. "Oh, hello, Fugio-san (A/N:: I don't know if they change from their maiden names in Japan, so tell me if I got this wrong) I didn't know that you were here too. I suppose that Sesshoumaru is your stepson," she said remembering the emphasis that both brother's had placed upon the word half and the fact that Sesshoumaru's mother had passed away long ago.
The older woman had been staring at the girl in almost grim disbelief, as if by the force of her stare she could alter the identity of the mystery girl in the pictures. She wished happiness for both of her sons, and kami- sama knew that Sesshoumaru deserved it, even if he did not allow it to himself. However, this new development complicated things MUCH more. What will I do? I couldn't I betray my own flesh and blood to try to bring those two together, right?
The air in the room became as tense as the string on a violin waiting to played, about to create a beautiful masterpiece that could move the very souls of millions to devotion and tears, or a strangled wreck that sounded reminiscent of the dying screams of a tortured out of tune cat. A million possible outcomes of that day rushed through the air, before fate finally settled on one.
No, but Inuyasha had his chance, and I decided long ago that I would try to make up to Sesshoumaru for havoc I had unintentionally created in his life. While I know that I probably will never be able to through this girl I might be able to make his life infinitely better.
My decision is made.
After all, I do have two sons, no matter how many I gave birth to or accept me as their mother. I will always be mother to two sons.
'Besides matching-making has always been a forte of mine, and a skill that has been unused for FAR too long,' she thought with a mischievous smirk, a plan formulating in her mind as she watched the young woman before her self- consciously shift her weight under weight of her gaze and the pregnant silence in the room.
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There done!! Btw, I'm american so if there any points of Japanese culture or grammar that I;m getting wrong PLEASE tell me.
I'll try to update soon, but I don't know if I'll get to before the weekend.
Ugh, I hate that Fanfiction.net is now only updating their website every like 12 hrs or so, so I don't know when u guys will be able to read this but tell me what you thing AND REVIEW! I LIVE OFF OF THEM! MORE REVIEWS = FASTER AND LONGER UPDATES!