Part Four... Yay!!!
Gennii set the gilded box upon the table, then looked to the people gathering around her.
"You've got Shikon jewel shards in there?" Shippo hopped up on the table, to examine the box.
"Don't touch, Young Master Shippo. Only I can open it."
"That's crazy. I can open it," Inuyasha stepped forward, grabbing the box, despite Gennii saying not to.
His hands grasped the sides of the box, and in a flash, a silver light enveloped him. A scream escaped his lips as the light coursed through his body. A bright burst of light, and Inuyasha was gone. Kagome ran up to Gennii, fear upon her face.
"What did you do to him?! Where did he go?!" She grabbed Gennii's shoulders, shaking her violently. Gennii reached out and touched Kagome's face.
"It's alright, Mistress Kagome. It's a failsafe. I can get him back, just calm down."
Kagome stepped back, touching her face.
"I don't get it. I could hear your voice in my head, assuring me not to worry, and to tell..." Her eyes went wide, and she relaxed slightly. She knew that Gennii wouldn't let Inuyasha come to harm, and that she knew where her jealousy came from. She watched as Gennii stepped back.
Gennii touched the floor lightly, then lifted her arm, muttering incomprehensible words under her breath. A beam of blue light shot from the ceiling to the floor in front of Gennii, and Inuyasha emerged from it, visibly shaken. He walked up to Gennii and took her by the arms, hugged her gently, then walked to the table, passing by Kagome with nothing more than a glance. Kagome's eyes narrowed and she glared at Gennii.
Gennii turned around, taking in her guests.
"Please sit, it is time for dinner."
They sat down, and Miroku was the first to say something.
"There's not any food upon these plates, Miss Gennii."
Gennii giggled lightly, then stood up. Her seat was at the head of the table, so all her guests could see her, except Shippo, whose seat was too low for him to see over the table. Gennii waved her hand, and the seat lifted for him to sit at the same height as the others. Shippo sent a thanking glance at Gennii, as she smiled back at him, then looked back to the rest.
"These plates are simply, the way to your favorite food. Simply say what you want, and touch the center of the plate. Like so," Turning her head downward, she spoke to the plate,
" Lasagna please," She touched the center of the plate, and lasagna appeared, steaming hot in the center of her plate. The others did as well, Inuyasha having cup'o'noodles, and a hoagie sandwich, Kagome having a fresh fruit assortment, Miroku having sesame chicken with chicken fried rice, and Shippo staring at his plate. Gennii looked at him, and tipped her head.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
Shippo looked at her, then at his plate.
"I don't know what I want. Kagome's fruit looks really good, and so does Inuyasha's sandwich, but so does Miroku's rice." He looked at her rather helplessly. Gennii giggled lightly.
"Touch your plate, Young Master."
Shippo touched his plate, and half of a hoagie sandwich, some fruit, and some chicken fried rice appeared upon his plate. He looked at it with some trepidation, then picked up a piece of pineapple and popped it into his mouth. He set a smile upon Gennii, and she sat down to her lasagna.
Soon, the plates were empty, and the people around the table leaned back, patting their stomachs with happiness. Inuyasha looked to Gennii, his eyes halfway closed.
"Thank you, Gennii. That was wonderful," Shippo said, a blissful look upon his tiny face. The others stated their agreement.
"You are most welcome, Young Master," She smiled, then placed a hand over her mouth as she yawned hugely, "Goodness. I believe sleep has rather snuck up on me." A giggle escaped her lips.
Miroku stifled a yawn as well. Gennii stood up, a slightly tired look upon her face.
"Will you honor me, dear friends, with a boon?"
Inuyasha looked at her, a questioning look upon his face.
"What?"
"Would you like to stay in my guest quarters? I don't get many visitors, and it is getting rather late. I wouldn't want you to sleep outside. That is, unless, your home is close?"
Kagome started to speak, but Inuyasha interrupted her, to say,
"We would love to, right guys?"
Miroku nodded vigorously, followed by a happy cry from Shippo. Gennii smiled, then stepped away from the table. She walked down the hallway, motioning over her shoulder. Inuyasha smiled, remembering the time she motioned over her shoulder for her clothes. Kagome smacked him upside the head, knocking the goofy grin off his face, and causing him to glare at her. She stomped down the hallway, following Gennii.
Gennii opened a door, then turned to Kagome.
"This is your room, Mistress Kagome. I do hope that it will be suitable enough for you."
Kagome walked in, and shut the door in Gennii's face. Gennii stepped back slightly, then felt a hand upon her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, Gennii. Kagome is just a stupid girl, don't let her get to you." Gennii turned her face to look at Inuyasha. She touched his hand, smiled, and walked a little farther down the hallway. She opened another door, and smiled at Inuyasha.
"Your room, dear Master Inuyasha," she said as she stood by the open door. Inuyasha walked into the room, letting his fingers trail over Gennii's face, relishing in the way Gennii tipped her head into his hand, her eyes closed.
After showing Miroku to his room, she turned to Shippo. Taking him by the hand, she opened the final door. Shippo walked in, and Gennii turned on the light for him.
"I will be in the room at the end, if you need anything, Young Master. Don't hesitate to call upon me if you have any needs, alright?" Shippo nodded, and Gennii left the room. Looking down the hallway at the closed doors, she waved her hand. The candles in the dining hall and the foyer snuffed out, leaving the hallway candles flickering gently. Turning into her bedchamber, she closed her door.
Kagome stalked around her room, angrily lighting candles. She looked at the pictures on the walls, blues and greens, woods and trees, water and sky. She turned the bedsheets down upon the soft green bed. She pushed the bed downward, feeling the springs coil under her fingers. She moved to the closet, and opened it with a creak. A white nightdress hung upon the single hanger. Kagome reached for the nightdress, and it fell into her fingers. Shedding her schoolgirl outfit, she slipped on the nightdress. The silk sighed against her skin, and she ran her fingers over the shining fabric. The dress lay upon her body like it was made for her. She walked to the writing desk, where a single candle spread light over a large leather journal, which lay open. Now, she hadn't been much of a writer, but something compelled her to sit down and write.
She sat down, and took the large quill out of the inkpot sitting upon the wooden table. She blotted her quill, then began to write.
"I don't know how to tell him. I love him more than I can ever say, but he hates me. I am just a stupid girl to him. How do I tell Inuyasha how I feel? I can't tell if he even feels anything for me. I... I don't like Gennii, but in a way, I feel like she's so sad. I can see the way she looks at Inuyasha, but... it doesn't look like love, more like it hurts her to see him. I just don't want to lose him. He likes her, I do know that. It is his decision who he loves, but... I don't think I could bear it if he doesn't love me..," a soft plopping noise, and the ink blurs upon the page. She tipped her head upwards, brushing the tears away. Standing, she walked to the bed, and sat upon it.
"Inuyasha... I love you..," turning, she buried her head in the pillow, sobbing.
Inuyasha sat upon his bed, dozing gently. He had taken off his robe of the fire rat, and was walking around in his pants, the beads around his neck jangling lightly. He walked to the closet, and pulled it ajar. A black silk pajama set was inside, along with a pair of brocade slippers. Sliding them upon his bare feet, Inuyasha slid the silk button up shirt on, brushing silver hair from the collar. After changing his pants, he stood in the middle of the room, admiring the deep burgundy bedsheets, and curtains. The rest of the room was equally masculine, rich in golds and burgundy wines. Running a clawed hand over the mantle of the fireplace, which within a fire crackled, he thought to himself about things that seemed to haunt him. Kikyo's face crossed his mind, then he shook his head. Kikyo was in his past, and he had better things to think about. He sat back upon the bed, his mind drifting to the woman in the room a few doors down. He decided to visit her, then stopped himself. He didn't really want to upset Kagome, because, and he wouldn't admit it to her, he did care deeply about the black haired girl who held his fancy.
Miroku slumbered softly, dreaming about what he wanted to do to Gennii. Alas, she was adoring another, and he just happened to be in the room next to him. A frown crossed his face, then he slipped deeper into his dreamworld, pulling the deep violet comforter closer around his ears. His staff lay next to the fireplace, the fire inside gleaming off the golden staff. The room was decorated in violets and blacks, suiting the sleeping monk rather well.
Shippo couldn't sleep. The room was more than adequate for him, adorned in painted foxes. The foxes danced across the kelly green walls, playing among the trees. The bed was a muted yellow, not too frilly, but soft. Shippo sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, a rueful look upon his face. He wanted to go and sleep in Kagome's room, but she was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to bug her. He hopped out of the bed, and walked to the door.
Gennii was at an easel, her fingers upon the canvas. Silver paint was streaked upon her face, along with a bit of russet brown, and a smidgeon of violet. She brushed her bangs from her face, streaking more silver upon her face.
"It's almost done... just a little more red. I could fix her skirt a little... Oy..." She dabbed her fingers lightly into the green paint upon her pallet, then slid her fingertips over the canvas. Smiling, she stuck her fingers into a goblet of blackened water to wash the paint off, then moved to the red. A smile crossed her paint-laden face, as she stepped back to look at her masterpiece.
"There... it's done..."
Chapter 5 soon!
Gennii set the gilded box upon the table, then looked to the people gathering around her.
"You've got Shikon jewel shards in there?" Shippo hopped up on the table, to examine the box.
"Don't touch, Young Master Shippo. Only I can open it."
"That's crazy. I can open it," Inuyasha stepped forward, grabbing the box, despite Gennii saying not to.
His hands grasped the sides of the box, and in a flash, a silver light enveloped him. A scream escaped his lips as the light coursed through his body. A bright burst of light, and Inuyasha was gone. Kagome ran up to Gennii, fear upon her face.
"What did you do to him?! Where did he go?!" She grabbed Gennii's shoulders, shaking her violently. Gennii reached out and touched Kagome's face.
"It's alright, Mistress Kagome. It's a failsafe. I can get him back, just calm down."
Kagome stepped back, touching her face.
"I don't get it. I could hear your voice in my head, assuring me not to worry, and to tell..." Her eyes went wide, and she relaxed slightly. She knew that Gennii wouldn't let Inuyasha come to harm, and that she knew where her jealousy came from. She watched as Gennii stepped back.
Gennii touched the floor lightly, then lifted her arm, muttering incomprehensible words under her breath. A beam of blue light shot from the ceiling to the floor in front of Gennii, and Inuyasha emerged from it, visibly shaken. He walked up to Gennii and took her by the arms, hugged her gently, then walked to the table, passing by Kagome with nothing more than a glance. Kagome's eyes narrowed and she glared at Gennii.
Gennii turned around, taking in her guests.
"Please sit, it is time for dinner."
They sat down, and Miroku was the first to say something.
"There's not any food upon these plates, Miss Gennii."
Gennii giggled lightly, then stood up. Her seat was at the head of the table, so all her guests could see her, except Shippo, whose seat was too low for him to see over the table. Gennii waved her hand, and the seat lifted for him to sit at the same height as the others. Shippo sent a thanking glance at Gennii, as she smiled back at him, then looked back to the rest.
"These plates are simply, the way to your favorite food. Simply say what you want, and touch the center of the plate. Like so," Turning her head downward, she spoke to the plate,
" Lasagna please," She touched the center of the plate, and lasagna appeared, steaming hot in the center of her plate. The others did as well, Inuyasha having cup'o'noodles, and a hoagie sandwich, Kagome having a fresh fruit assortment, Miroku having sesame chicken with chicken fried rice, and Shippo staring at his plate. Gennii looked at him, and tipped her head.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
Shippo looked at her, then at his plate.
"I don't know what I want. Kagome's fruit looks really good, and so does Inuyasha's sandwich, but so does Miroku's rice." He looked at her rather helplessly. Gennii giggled lightly.
"Touch your plate, Young Master."
Shippo touched his plate, and half of a hoagie sandwich, some fruit, and some chicken fried rice appeared upon his plate. He looked at it with some trepidation, then picked up a piece of pineapple and popped it into his mouth. He set a smile upon Gennii, and she sat down to her lasagna.
Soon, the plates were empty, and the people around the table leaned back, patting their stomachs with happiness. Inuyasha looked to Gennii, his eyes halfway closed.
"Thank you, Gennii. That was wonderful," Shippo said, a blissful look upon his tiny face. The others stated their agreement.
"You are most welcome, Young Master," She smiled, then placed a hand over her mouth as she yawned hugely, "Goodness. I believe sleep has rather snuck up on me." A giggle escaped her lips.
Miroku stifled a yawn as well. Gennii stood up, a slightly tired look upon her face.
"Will you honor me, dear friends, with a boon?"
Inuyasha looked at her, a questioning look upon his face.
"What?"
"Would you like to stay in my guest quarters? I don't get many visitors, and it is getting rather late. I wouldn't want you to sleep outside. That is, unless, your home is close?"
Kagome started to speak, but Inuyasha interrupted her, to say,
"We would love to, right guys?"
Miroku nodded vigorously, followed by a happy cry from Shippo. Gennii smiled, then stepped away from the table. She walked down the hallway, motioning over her shoulder. Inuyasha smiled, remembering the time she motioned over her shoulder for her clothes. Kagome smacked him upside the head, knocking the goofy grin off his face, and causing him to glare at her. She stomped down the hallway, following Gennii.
Gennii opened a door, then turned to Kagome.
"This is your room, Mistress Kagome. I do hope that it will be suitable enough for you."
Kagome walked in, and shut the door in Gennii's face. Gennii stepped back slightly, then felt a hand upon her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, Gennii. Kagome is just a stupid girl, don't let her get to you." Gennii turned her face to look at Inuyasha. She touched his hand, smiled, and walked a little farther down the hallway. She opened another door, and smiled at Inuyasha.
"Your room, dear Master Inuyasha," she said as she stood by the open door. Inuyasha walked into the room, letting his fingers trail over Gennii's face, relishing in the way Gennii tipped her head into his hand, her eyes closed.
After showing Miroku to his room, she turned to Shippo. Taking him by the hand, she opened the final door. Shippo walked in, and Gennii turned on the light for him.
"I will be in the room at the end, if you need anything, Young Master. Don't hesitate to call upon me if you have any needs, alright?" Shippo nodded, and Gennii left the room. Looking down the hallway at the closed doors, she waved her hand. The candles in the dining hall and the foyer snuffed out, leaving the hallway candles flickering gently. Turning into her bedchamber, she closed her door.
Kagome stalked around her room, angrily lighting candles. She looked at the pictures on the walls, blues and greens, woods and trees, water and sky. She turned the bedsheets down upon the soft green bed. She pushed the bed downward, feeling the springs coil under her fingers. She moved to the closet, and opened it with a creak. A white nightdress hung upon the single hanger. Kagome reached for the nightdress, and it fell into her fingers. Shedding her schoolgirl outfit, she slipped on the nightdress. The silk sighed against her skin, and she ran her fingers over the shining fabric. The dress lay upon her body like it was made for her. She walked to the writing desk, where a single candle spread light over a large leather journal, which lay open. Now, she hadn't been much of a writer, but something compelled her to sit down and write.
She sat down, and took the large quill out of the inkpot sitting upon the wooden table. She blotted her quill, then began to write.
"I don't know how to tell him. I love him more than I can ever say, but he hates me. I am just a stupid girl to him. How do I tell Inuyasha how I feel? I can't tell if he even feels anything for me. I... I don't like Gennii, but in a way, I feel like she's so sad. I can see the way she looks at Inuyasha, but... it doesn't look like love, more like it hurts her to see him. I just don't want to lose him. He likes her, I do know that. It is his decision who he loves, but... I don't think I could bear it if he doesn't love me..," a soft plopping noise, and the ink blurs upon the page. She tipped her head upwards, brushing the tears away. Standing, she walked to the bed, and sat upon it.
"Inuyasha... I love you..," turning, she buried her head in the pillow, sobbing.
Inuyasha sat upon his bed, dozing gently. He had taken off his robe of the fire rat, and was walking around in his pants, the beads around his neck jangling lightly. He walked to the closet, and pulled it ajar. A black silk pajama set was inside, along with a pair of brocade slippers. Sliding them upon his bare feet, Inuyasha slid the silk button up shirt on, brushing silver hair from the collar. After changing his pants, he stood in the middle of the room, admiring the deep burgundy bedsheets, and curtains. The rest of the room was equally masculine, rich in golds and burgundy wines. Running a clawed hand over the mantle of the fireplace, which within a fire crackled, he thought to himself about things that seemed to haunt him. Kikyo's face crossed his mind, then he shook his head. Kikyo was in his past, and he had better things to think about. He sat back upon the bed, his mind drifting to the woman in the room a few doors down. He decided to visit her, then stopped himself. He didn't really want to upset Kagome, because, and he wouldn't admit it to her, he did care deeply about the black haired girl who held his fancy.
Miroku slumbered softly, dreaming about what he wanted to do to Gennii. Alas, she was adoring another, and he just happened to be in the room next to him. A frown crossed his face, then he slipped deeper into his dreamworld, pulling the deep violet comforter closer around his ears. His staff lay next to the fireplace, the fire inside gleaming off the golden staff. The room was decorated in violets and blacks, suiting the sleeping monk rather well.
Shippo couldn't sleep. The room was more than adequate for him, adorned in painted foxes. The foxes danced across the kelly green walls, playing among the trees. The bed was a muted yellow, not too frilly, but soft. Shippo sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, a rueful look upon his face. He wanted to go and sleep in Kagome's room, but she was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to bug her. He hopped out of the bed, and walked to the door.
Gennii was at an easel, her fingers upon the canvas. Silver paint was streaked upon her face, along with a bit of russet brown, and a smidgeon of violet. She brushed her bangs from her face, streaking more silver upon her face.
"It's almost done... just a little more red. I could fix her skirt a little... Oy..." She dabbed her fingers lightly into the green paint upon her pallet, then slid her fingertips over the canvas. Smiling, she stuck her fingers into a goblet of blackened water to wash the paint off, then moved to the red. A smile crossed her paint-laden face, as she stepped back to look at her masterpiece.
"There... it's done..."
Chapter 5 soon!
