~ Simile Smiles ~
_ Chapter Two _
The Rhapsody of Ruin
Disclaimer: Oh come on . . .
. . . t h i s t a k e s p l a c e t w o w e e k s a f t e r t h e f i r s t c h a p t e r . . .
As if you care
Sesshomaru froze for a brief second; her terse tone cutting him inside, by what should have been, by now, a dulled knife, as she used that tone with him quite frequently now, and he to her.
But, this . . . she had crossed a barrier, and they all knew it.
Except the one who started' it all; she was running around them, giggling with glee at her new daisy chain, which was currently being used as a lop-sided crown.
So . . . what? You're going to hit me now or something? Just get over it, Sango stated brashly, squaring her jaw and sticking her chin up slightly to show she was ready for her punishment, yet again.
This, needless to say, yet I'll say anyway, surprised Sesshomaru, her readiness unnerving. Perhaps, though, that's what she wanted, he thought, to get him startled, so she could have an advantage. Obligingly, he wound up his arm, about to strike her when he noticed something.
This wasn't right.
Suddenly, he noticed the bruises on her forehead, her promenade cheek bones spotted with yellow and brown marks, blue shades lending themselves to the mix in a haphazard horridness that made even his stomach turn; the irony was that he had done it all himself, his fault, every time.
she challenged, body tensing up once again in preparation for what was to come, eyes glittering despite harsh mental training; Sango gulped slightly.
Since everyone had stopped in the dramatic tension of spontaneous turn about, even Jaken, Rin was undebatable aware of all this, well, to the extent of her ability that is.
Is Sesshomaru-sama gonna stop beating up Sensei Sango now? Rin's heart hurts when she cries, and Rin's sure Sensei's hurts too! the little girl pouted innocently, eyelashes batting rapidly in confusion.
It seemed, in slow motion, everything fell apart, like the falling cherry blossoms in spring.
His hand, so close already, closed around her cheek in a surprisingly warm embrace, large fingers splaying across the smooth surface in wonder, her pulse strangely beating harder as the seconds passed.
The plump of his thumb's flesh brushed across her parted lips, the sensation awaking her from whatever daydream she had looking into his eyes so tenderly, and she collapsed into his hand, clutching it with her own desperately as she sobbed.
The tears ran over his dry hand, water to a parched tounge, but he still could only stare as Sango knelt before him on her knees, pride and strength gone. The only thing, again ironically, keeping her together, was him, the warmth of his hand on her face her last hold onto sanity.
The other two in company could only watch as this happened in respectful silence, knowing they could do or say nothing to add to this, and I say this only with a wise eye cast to their future . . .
s o l e t g o
s o l e t g o
a n d j u m p i n
w e l l , w h a t a r e y o u w a i t i n g f o r ?
i t s a l l r i g h t
c a u s e t h e r e s b e a u t y i n t h e b r e a k d o w n
s o l e t g o
l e t g o
a n d j u s t g e t i n
i t i s s o a m a z i n g h e r e
i t s a l l r i g h t
c a u s e t h e r e s b e a u t y i n t h e b r e a k d o w n
A N : yea . . . that's from on of my favorite Frou Frou songs, my fav part of it too. sad, yea, but more to come in the near future! (i'll explain what happened too) and i say yea' a lot don't i? yea, i do. don't forget to review! (hey, that rhymed!)