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Chapter 15: Song in the Silence
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
Okay.
That was strange.
Sesshoumaru was really annoying me, and so I sent up a wall of power so that he could not get through and for a minute, it sang. As with joy.
Ok, that did not make any sense—let me try again.
I sent up a wall of my power, and, as usual, felt it. My power feels like a tiger sometimes, when it is purifying a demon; it feels like it is powerful and angry and could rip you to shreds, and sometimes it feels like what I had always imagined it would feel like to be wrapped up in a cloud—you know, up until I learned that clouds are water—soft and gentle and warm and safe. Normally I can just feel it there, pulsating gently, humming with power and warmth, and at first that was how it felt when I sent out the wall. Then, for some reason, it sang. It was a high, weird, joyful, eerie, wonderful ring that was somehow was the very embodiment of life, and why it was worth living, and all that was good and clean and pure and perfect. It felt as though the rocks themselves were trilling in happiness.
I'm not sure if anyone else could hear that melody, but it was life. I know that that sounds weird, but it is the only way that I can describe it.
If joy itself and life and happiness and laughter and brooks babbling and purity and cleanliness and the light of the stars and the moon and the sun were blended together and made into a sound, it would probably be very close to that one.
Slowly I turned around, looking over my shoulder to see if I could see what was making my power do that. I did not see what I expected. At all.
Sesshoumaru had his hands resting gently against my wall of translucent white fire and was looking at them in awe. He was glowing a pure, rich gold, like molten sunlight had been poured over him. Why was that? Wasn't his normal aura green, the color that shines through new leaves when the sun hits them just right? And why was he touching my power? And why was it singing as it came in contact with his power?
Then I heard something that confused me even more. There was a humming, a pulse that sounded as though it was deep within the earth and yet was somehow also trumpets being blown above the clouds that mirrored the song of my own power coming from him.
Sesshoumaru.
Who was glowing gold.
And who did not "feel" like a demon, but a saishi.
As he was glowing.
Golden, not green.
As he was touching my power.
And it wasn't hurting him.
And my power was singing.
And I am sorry about carrying on, but this is an upheaval of everything that I thought I knew about myself, my power, Sesshoumaru, my sanity, and the world at large. I am sure that, in my position, you would do the same.
The two songs seemed to be twining around each other like cats, and mixing and reverberating and echoing and laughing at meeting one another. It sounded like two very old friends who had not met in a long time had just ran into one another, and were amazed and startled and happy at the coincidence.
"I can't believe that you're here, of all places," the songs seemed to say as they sang their melody of life.
Then, suddenly, my power was snarling, a tiger once more, and it snapped in a blind rage at the green Sesshoumaru was once again. It was tearing it apart, and the green was shrilling as though it was in pain. As soon as his hands began to glow green once more, Sesshoumaru snatched them back. His face was the same old mask; but I had begun to learn to read his eyes rather then his expression. It had hurt him.
Suddenly a crazy idea began to form in my head.
Things started swirling together and making more sense.
Sesshoumaru.
A golden glow that sang in contact with my power and a green that shrank from it.
Me.
White fire that hurt demons and purple that helped them.
Power, mixing, splitting.
What was the connection?
All of a sudden, memory hit me and I gasped.
What if...
~.~.~.~.~.Miroku
The sun had probably set about an hour ago—I wasn't sure of the exact time. Inuyasha was walking through a meadow nearby. He had, needless to say, not been happy to turn into a human, and for quite some time told us that while he didn't mind—really—turning into a human, (which was a lie) WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE TONIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I shall not hear clearly for months.
I was startled out of my memory by Sango, who suddenly asked, "What's going on? I've been sitting next to you all this time and you still haven't gotten slapped or hit over the head with Hirokotsu."
Oh yes. She had been sitting beside me on this rock. I looked up at her as I remembered, smiling crookedly.
She smiled the same half-smile back and then looked away. Suddenly, she stood up and grabbed Kagome's bow and quiver. I was about to ask what she was doing when she started shooting arrow after arrow into the trunk of a nearby tree. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she dementedly shot until the quiver was empty, and then went to the tree, removed the arrows, came back, and began shooting again.
"Why-can't-we-do-anything?" she demanded harshly to the air as she shot, punctuating each word with another arrow. Going to collect the arrows once more, she sagged against the trunk and sank to the ground, her thin form shaking. Kirrara jumped from the ground and wrapped herself around Sango's shoulders and then gave me a steely glare, as though commanding me to get over there. Ah, well. I guess that she is a cat.
Standing and going over I knelt by her. "She is strong," I whispered to Sango. "She will be fine."
"How do you know?" she asked, and I could hear the despair in her voice.
Putting my fingers under her chin I gently tilted her head until she was facing me. "I know her, and so do you. I know."
Then a faint spark of hope showed her huge brown eyes and she leaned her head against my shoulder and cried as I hugged her.
No one said anything more, but I held onto my whisp of hope as she held onto hers and cried. Sango's eyes had shown a spark of hope, however faint, when I had said what I did. I clung to that spark like a drowning man's lifeline.
Sango knew Kagome better then I, and she had seen hope.
Kagome had a chance then.
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
My mind flickered back to my imprisonment in the mirror.
Blood.
Light.
No blood.
Dancing, twirling, spinning. Flirting with death.
More blood, Sesshoumaru's this time.
More light.
No blood.
I remember saying "An eye for an eye," before beginning the dance again.
What if Sesshoumaru's "blood"...
Suddenly I concentrated and let the purple light wash over myself once more.
Walking up to my barrier, I steeled myself and then slammed my hands against it.
PAIN.
I collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut, falling to the ground to lie in a heap, shivering as I curled into a ball.
Ok, not the smartest idea that I'd ever had, turning the tiger on myself, but hey, at least now I knew.
The purple energy was at least partially youki.
And I think that my and Sesshoumaru's getting our "blood" on one another in the dream world that had been the mirror was the cause.
That was why the power had not hurt him.
He had some bit of my power mixed with his, and likewise with me—only reversed.
That explained a lot.
It also caused some problems, as now my power would be less effective against him (and his against me, really, but I did not think about that).
Faintly I felt my control slip and my wall collapse, the power of it sliding back into me.
******
Ok,
saishi- priest.
All right? Now no one review and tell me that I didn't tell you, because I did.
Not that I've had a problem with this, but... nevermind.
It looks like this will turn into a Sango/Miroku fic too! This is another of those things that happen without me planning them. I wanted to do this, but I could not figure how I would and then, voialá! There is the solution! Funny how that works...
Reviewer Responses: (\__/ why did no one even guess?!?)
Crystal Echoes-I know what you mean. I have been sooooooo busy... (Infinity Moon- Pervert.)
butterflygirl013- Maybe a bit, but let me explain. The reason that I wanted five reviews is that—even if they do not suggest anything—reviews inspire me. The more reviews I get, the faster I write, the faster I write, the faster I update, the faster I update, the faster you get the chappie. By asking for five, I was really speeding up the whole process. Ok? That is why. I do try to update as soon as the chapter is done, but the less reviews that I get, the slower it is done. Answer your questions? If you have any more, just ask, and I will do my best to answer.
Sukera- I updated (duh) and I made it quick... Did you luv it? Can we all be happy as you are?
darakeru kitsune- Did you like it? Do you have any suggestions?
Chapter 15: Song in the Silence
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
Okay.
That was strange.
Sesshoumaru was really annoying me, and so I sent up a wall of power so that he could not get through and for a minute, it sang. As with joy.
Ok, that did not make any sense—let me try again.
I sent up a wall of my power, and, as usual, felt it. My power feels like a tiger sometimes, when it is purifying a demon; it feels like it is powerful and angry and could rip you to shreds, and sometimes it feels like what I had always imagined it would feel like to be wrapped up in a cloud—you know, up until I learned that clouds are water—soft and gentle and warm and safe. Normally I can just feel it there, pulsating gently, humming with power and warmth, and at first that was how it felt when I sent out the wall. Then, for some reason, it sang. It was a high, weird, joyful, eerie, wonderful ring that was somehow was the very embodiment of life, and why it was worth living, and all that was good and clean and pure and perfect. It felt as though the rocks themselves were trilling in happiness.
I'm not sure if anyone else could hear that melody, but it was life. I know that that sounds weird, but it is the only way that I can describe it.
If joy itself and life and happiness and laughter and brooks babbling and purity and cleanliness and the light of the stars and the moon and the sun were blended together and made into a sound, it would probably be very close to that one.
Slowly I turned around, looking over my shoulder to see if I could see what was making my power do that. I did not see what I expected. At all.
Sesshoumaru had his hands resting gently against my wall of translucent white fire and was looking at them in awe. He was glowing a pure, rich gold, like molten sunlight had been poured over him. Why was that? Wasn't his normal aura green, the color that shines through new leaves when the sun hits them just right? And why was he touching my power? And why was it singing as it came in contact with his power?
Then I heard something that confused me even more. There was a humming, a pulse that sounded as though it was deep within the earth and yet was somehow also trumpets being blown above the clouds that mirrored the song of my own power coming from him.
Sesshoumaru.
Who was glowing gold.
And who did not "feel" like a demon, but a saishi.
As he was glowing.
Golden, not green.
As he was touching my power.
And it wasn't hurting him.
And my power was singing.
And I am sorry about carrying on, but this is an upheaval of everything that I thought I knew about myself, my power, Sesshoumaru, my sanity, and the world at large. I am sure that, in my position, you would do the same.
The two songs seemed to be twining around each other like cats, and mixing and reverberating and echoing and laughing at meeting one another. It sounded like two very old friends who had not met in a long time had just ran into one another, and were amazed and startled and happy at the coincidence.
"I can't believe that you're here, of all places," the songs seemed to say as they sang their melody of life.
Then, suddenly, my power was snarling, a tiger once more, and it snapped in a blind rage at the green Sesshoumaru was once again. It was tearing it apart, and the green was shrilling as though it was in pain. As soon as his hands began to glow green once more, Sesshoumaru snatched them back. His face was the same old mask; but I had begun to learn to read his eyes rather then his expression. It had hurt him.
Suddenly a crazy idea began to form in my head.
Things started swirling together and making more sense.
Sesshoumaru.
A golden glow that sang in contact with my power and a green that shrank from it.
Me.
White fire that hurt demons and purple that helped them.
Power, mixing, splitting.
What was the connection?
All of a sudden, memory hit me and I gasped.
What if...
~.~.~.~.~.Miroku
The sun had probably set about an hour ago—I wasn't sure of the exact time. Inuyasha was walking through a meadow nearby. He had, needless to say, not been happy to turn into a human, and for quite some time told us that while he didn't mind—really—turning into a human, (which was a lie) WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE TONIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I shall not hear clearly for months.
I was startled out of my memory by Sango, who suddenly asked, "What's going on? I've been sitting next to you all this time and you still haven't gotten slapped or hit over the head with Hirokotsu."
Oh yes. She had been sitting beside me on this rock. I looked up at her as I remembered, smiling crookedly.
She smiled the same half-smile back and then looked away. Suddenly, she stood up and grabbed Kagome's bow and quiver. I was about to ask what she was doing when she started shooting arrow after arrow into the trunk of a nearby tree. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she dementedly shot until the quiver was empty, and then went to the tree, removed the arrows, came back, and began shooting again.
"Why-can't-we-do-anything?" she demanded harshly to the air as she shot, punctuating each word with another arrow. Going to collect the arrows once more, she sagged against the trunk and sank to the ground, her thin form shaking. Kirrara jumped from the ground and wrapped herself around Sango's shoulders and then gave me a steely glare, as though commanding me to get over there. Ah, well. I guess that she is a cat.
Standing and going over I knelt by her. "She is strong," I whispered to Sango. "She will be fine."
"How do you know?" she asked, and I could hear the despair in her voice.
Putting my fingers under her chin I gently tilted her head until she was facing me. "I know her, and so do you. I know."
Then a faint spark of hope showed her huge brown eyes and she leaned her head against my shoulder and cried as I hugged her.
No one said anything more, but I held onto my whisp of hope as she held onto hers and cried. Sango's eyes had shown a spark of hope, however faint, when I had said what I did. I clung to that spark like a drowning man's lifeline.
Sango knew Kagome better then I, and she had seen hope.
Kagome had a chance then.
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
My mind flickered back to my imprisonment in the mirror.
Blood.
Light.
No blood.
Dancing, twirling, spinning. Flirting with death.
More blood, Sesshoumaru's this time.
More light.
No blood.
I remember saying "An eye for an eye," before beginning the dance again.
What if Sesshoumaru's "blood"...
Suddenly I concentrated and let the purple light wash over myself once more.
Walking up to my barrier, I steeled myself and then slammed my hands against it.
PAIN.
I collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut, falling to the ground to lie in a heap, shivering as I curled into a ball.
Ok, not the smartest idea that I'd ever had, turning the tiger on myself, but hey, at least now I knew.
The purple energy was at least partially youki.
And I think that my and Sesshoumaru's getting our "blood" on one another in the dream world that had been the mirror was the cause.
That was why the power had not hurt him.
He had some bit of my power mixed with his, and likewise with me—only reversed.
That explained a lot.
It also caused some problems, as now my power would be less effective against him (and his against me, really, but I did not think about that).
Faintly I felt my control slip and my wall collapse, the power of it sliding back into me.
******
Ok,
saishi- priest.
All right? Now no one review and tell me that I didn't tell you, because I did.
Not that I've had a problem with this, but... nevermind.
It looks like this will turn into a Sango/Miroku fic too! This is another of those things that happen without me planning them. I wanted to do this, but I could not figure how I would and then, voialá! There is the solution! Funny how that works...
Reviewer Responses: (\__/ why did no one even guess?!?)
Crystal Echoes-I know what you mean. I have been sooooooo busy... (Infinity Moon- Pervert.)
butterflygirl013- Maybe a bit, but let me explain. The reason that I wanted five reviews is that—even if they do not suggest anything—reviews inspire me. The more reviews I get, the faster I write, the faster I write, the faster I update, the faster I update, the faster you get the chappie. By asking for five, I was really speeding up the whole process. Ok? That is why. I do try to update as soon as the chapter is done, but the less reviews that I get, the slower it is done. Answer your questions? If you have any more, just ask, and I will do my best to answer.
Sukera- I updated (duh) and I made it quick... Did you luv it? Can we all be happy as you are?
darakeru kitsune- Did you like it? Do you have any suggestions?