Hi, minna! Yes, I'm a very bad girl. I should be writing more to Spinning Petals and Hototsu Lilas. Oh well. I hope you enjoy and that you don't get too confused. Just so you know this is NOT a Sesshomaru/Other Character pairing. I can be very misleading. Also, the excerpts before the chapter are Kumako's journal entries. If you get confused.
~*~Rin's Flowers~*~
Chapter One: Simple Bouquet
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I am always watching the skies. Feeling the breeze in my hair when I can. I am not always so fortunate to enjoy such luxuries. To sit there in silence, aware of the soft caresses of the wind, not caring whether the world has stopped turning, only that the breeze teases playfully with my hair. I live for these rare days where I can admire the simple things, like a smile or a tear, a laugh, a kiss. Others often ridicule me, yet I do not care. Does it matter to the soil, that will one day take my body to it's bed of earth, if I look or act differently? Somehow I think not.
I often spend my days in darkness. Not in complete darkness, where no light can get through, but in my heart. I hear the rustle of the leaves in the tree as the spring wind blows on the porch. I appreciate the beauty of sound and sight. Beams of light play across my path. Why does such confusion cloud my soul?
I wish...someone...just one, who understood. Many claim they do, or think they could, but they would never understand my way. I love those near to me. Their happiness places a smile on my face. I love them with all of my pure soul. I truly do, but do I wish for them to know how much sadness that follows me?
I would never let them know. That is why I walk in darkness. To protect them. If there was someone who carried the same darkness as I, then I could drop my mask and remain unchanged. Perhaps this is why I shall never love? I would not want someone to carry this black soul.
It is filled with confusion. It pleasures at deceit. It anticipates pain. Even though I have no dark past, my soul has always seemed to be dark, though many see it overflowing with light. A pure white light that I carry, but I myself will never be able to touch. Only those around me can feel it's warmth. Shall I be forever cursed to carry the purest heart cloaked by a black soul?
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A young woman with hazel hair sat on a porch swing as it gently swayed back and forth in the light breeze. Her hair fluttered lightly about her as her attention was on the open book held loosely in her small hands.
Her white dress flapped gently with each sway of the swing, the wine colored petals decorating her dress appearing to twist and twirl in the wind. She raised her jade green eyes from the pages as she looked out towards a blue sky. She sighed then returned to her book, a smile gracing her lips.
It was so serene. The only sounds were that of the swishing long grass and the rare buzz of a bee. Small and light footsteps were heard along with a distant humming, approaching the white house. The woman once again looked away from her story and towards the path leading up to the porch. A small girl walked happily up the grassy trodden trail, humming to herself merrily and carrying a large bunch of flowers. Her russet eyes met the woman's jade ones.
"Kumako! Kumako!" the girl called as she ran up the steps, smaller flowers falling out of her rough bouquet, falling softly to the floor.
The woman smiled down kindly at the raven-haired girl as she took the flower the child offered her, "Thank you, Rin. Did Sesshomaru get lost or is he lagging,?" she asked, humor in her voice.
Rin gave her a large grin, "Rin made Sesshomaru-sama pretty! Look!" she pointed as a tall man with silky-white hair emerged from the taller grasses. Kumako's smile grew slightly as she noted him wearing a wreath of flowers. She didn't think laughing at her employer was the greatest idea.
Rin skipped down the steps to Sesshomaru and grabbed onto his hand, "Does Sesshoumaru-sama like Rin's flowers?"
Sesshomaru gave no sign of replying, but he tenderly squeezed her hand as he slipped the wreath off his head and onto her's.
She laughed, releasing his hand and running in circles. She flopped down in the grass as Sesshoumaru sat on the swing next to Kumako. She smiled as she placed her hands and her book in her lap, "It looks as if you let her get to best of you again, Sesshomaru-sama."
He just stared ahead at Rin, "Hn."
Kumako rolled her eyes as she entered the house. Rin ran up the steps of the porch, "Sesshomaru-sama!" she called, as if the mere sight of him was her very existence. Her summer dress ruffled as she climbed up onto the swing, her bloomers exposed. Sesshomaru smiled slightly as he assisted her in getting fully on the seat. She gave him a big grin as she swung her legs back and forth over the bench. Trying to be as innocent as possible she slowly scooted closer to Sesshomaru's side of the swing. She was of course very obvious, but it was very sweet. Soon she was close enough to lean into his side. He watched her from the corner of his eye, pondering on what she would do next.
Rin sat back into the swing, her feet barely dangling over the edge and rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes. Sesshomaru looked down at her with his melancholy face, but his eyes showed such kindness and warmth in them. Rin didn't need to see this rare look Sesshomaru gave. She knew he always made it on the inside, even if she didn't see it on his face.
Kumako soon returned from the house, carrying a tray of lemonade and sugar stars. She felt her eyes soften at witnessing the unusual tender scene between father and daughter. She pushed her hair behind her ears and made her presence known, "Who's hungry? I found some snacks for you, Rin, or do you want to take a nap?"
Rin's eyes flew open at the mention of a nap as she slipped off the swing, "I'm not tired!"
Kumako chukled, "I thought so. Go inside and wash your hands. I'll put your flowers in the vase, okay?"
"Yes Ma'am!" she nodded her head then ran inside. Kumako laughed. She placed the tray on the bench next to Sesshomaru and grabbed Rin's flowers in her arms. She shook her head and went inside. Sesshomaru was left outside. He slowly rocked the chair back and forth with his legs touching the ground. He picked up one of Rin's flowers that had fallen on the swing. He pondered his thoughts as he twirled the small stemmed flower between his fingers.
Images of a black casket lowering into the ground flashed across his mind, then that of a distraught looking young man. Then a few others of sad people then one of Kumako and Rin grieving as well. He suddenly decided he hated pondering. In one fluid movement he stood up and brought the tray inside, leaving the outdoor peacefulness to the wild.
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So? Review and tell me what you think. I'm not sure what to think. But for this chapter I know what I'm doing.
Always, Bearmoon
~*~Rin's Flowers~*~
Chapter One: Simple Bouquet
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I am always watching the skies. Feeling the breeze in my hair when I can. I am not always so fortunate to enjoy such luxuries. To sit there in silence, aware of the soft caresses of the wind, not caring whether the world has stopped turning, only that the breeze teases playfully with my hair. I live for these rare days where I can admire the simple things, like a smile or a tear, a laugh, a kiss. Others often ridicule me, yet I do not care. Does it matter to the soil, that will one day take my body to it's bed of earth, if I look or act differently? Somehow I think not.
I often spend my days in darkness. Not in complete darkness, where no light can get through, but in my heart. I hear the rustle of the leaves in the tree as the spring wind blows on the porch. I appreciate the beauty of sound and sight. Beams of light play across my path. Why does such confusion cloud my soul?
I wish...someone...just one, who understood. Many claim they do, or think they could, but they would never understand my way. I love those near to me. Their happiness places a smile on my face. I love them with all of my pure soul. I truly do, but do I wish for them to know how much sadness that follows me?
I would never let them know. That is why I walk in darkness. To protect them. If there was someone who carried the same darkness as I, then I could drop my mask and remain unchanged. Perhaps this is why I shall never love? I would not want someone to carry this black soul.
It is filled with confusion. It pleasures at deceit. It anticipates pain. Even though I have no dark past, my soul has always seemed to be dark, though many see it overflowing with light. A pure white light that I carry, but I myself will never be able to touch. Only those around me can feel it's warmth. Shall I be forever cursed to carry the purest heart cloaked by a black soul?
~~~~~~~~~
A young woman with hazel hair sat on a porch swing as it gently swayed back and forth in the light breeze. Her hair fluttered lightly about her as her attention was on the open book held loosely in her small hands.
Her white dress flapped gently with each sway of the swing, the wine colored petals decorating her dress appearing to twist and twirl in the wind. She raised her jade green eyes from the pages as she looked out towards a blue sky. She sighed then returned to her book, a smile gracing her lips.
It was so serene. The only sounds were that of the swishing long grass and the rare buzz of a bee. Small and light footsteps were heard along with a distant humming, approaching the white house. The woman once again looked away from her story and towards the path leading up to the porch. A small girl walked happily up the grassy trodden trail, humming to herself merrily and carrying a large bunch of flowers. Her russet eyes met the woman's jade ones.
"Kumako! Kumako!" the girl called as she ran up the steps, smaller flowers falling out of her rough bouquet, falling softly to the floor.
The woman smiled down kindly at the raven-haired girl as she took the flower the child offered her, "Thank you, Rin. Did Sesshomaru get lost or is he lagging,?" she asked, humor in her voice.
Rin gave her a large grin, "Rin made Sesshomaru-sama pretty! Look!" she pointed as a tall man with silky-white hair emerged from the taller grasses. Kumako's smile grew slightly as she noted him wearing a wreath of flowers. She didn't think laughing at her employer was the greatest idea.
Rin skipped down the steps to Sesshomaru and grabbed onto his hand, "Does Sesshoumaru-sama like Rin's flowers?"
Sesshomaru gave no sign of replying, but he tenderly squeezed her hand as he slipped the wreath off his head and onto her's.
She laughed, releasing his hand and running in circles. She flopped down in the grass as Sesshoumaru sat on the swing next to Kumako. She smiled as she placed her hands and her book in her lap, "It looks as if you let her get to best of you again, Sesshomaru-sama."
He just stared ahead at Rin, "Hn."
Kumako rolled her eyes as she entered the house. Rin ran up the steps of the porch, "Sesshomaru-sama!" she called, as if the mere sight of him was her very existence. Her summer dress ruffled as she climbed up onto the swing, her bloomers exposed. Sesshomaru smiled slightly as he assisted her in getting fully on the seat. She gave him a big grin as she swung her legs back and forth over the bench. Trying to be as innocent as possible she slowly scooted closer to Sesshomaru's side of the swing. She was of course very obvious, but it was very sweet. Soon she was close enough to lean into his side. He watched her from the corner of his eye, pondering on what she would do next.
Rin sat back into the swing, her feet barely dangling over the edge and rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes. Sesshomaru looked down at her with his melancholy face, but his eyes showed such kindness and warmth in them. Rin didn't need to see this rare look Sesshomaru gave. She knew he always made it on the inside, even if she didn't see it on his face.
Kumako soon returned from the house, carrying a tray of lemonade and sugar stars. She felt her eyes soften at witnessing the unusual tender scene between father and daughter. She pushed her hair behind her ears and made her presence known, "Who's hungry? I found some snacks for you, Rin, or do you want to take a nap?"
Rin's eyes flew open at the mention of a nap as she slipped off the swing, "I'm not tired!"
Kumako chukled, "I thought so. Go inside and wash your hands. I'll put your flowers in the vase, okay?"
"Yes Ma'am!" she nodded her head then ran inside. Kumako laughed. She placed the tray on the bench next to Sesshomaru and grabbed Rin's flowers in her arms. She shook her head and went inside. Sesshomaru was left outside. He slowly rocked the chair back and forth with his legs touching the ground. He picked up one of Rin's flowers that had fallen on the swing. He pondered his thoughts as he twirled the small stemmed flower between his fingers.
Images of a black casket lowering into the ground flashed across his mind, then that of a distraught looking young man. Then a few others of sad people then one of Kumako and Rin grieving as well. He suddenly decided he hated pondering. In one fluid movement he stood up and brought the tray inside, leaving the outdoor peacefulness to the wild.
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So? Review and tell me what you think. I'm not sure what to think. But for this chapter I know what I'm doing.
Always, Bearmoon