Hello! this is part 2, for the guys

Note to the readers:

Ihonestly had difficulty on this one. Its was a bit hard to try and make it so this could be Sess or Miroku or Inuyasha.

Love is sometimes a hard thing to feel and sometimes people dont know how to act when they feel it. This is howI wrote this piece. Its about all the thoughts that pass through the guys' head. It may sound confusing, but thats how these guys are :P This isn't one of my great works, just an idea that passed through my head. There are a lot of metaphors so hopefully you'll understand

thanx!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha!

The power of the daisy

Part 2

It was a cold and chilly summer night. His companions rested for the night. Tomorrow will be a hard day. He sensed danger approaching, he knew that Naraku was close. He closed his eyes imagining the possible horror that awaits them. Sacrifices will be made; perhaps even his life. It was times like this that he wondered about his life. Has he made a difference? Will he be remembered?

The cold air caressed his skin yet he doesn't let it affect him. He slowly watches the fire, his companions cuddled around it while he was a small distance away; alone. Part of him missed being alone. It was easier then. No cares in the world, freedom, and the chance of not being hurt. His companions changed that, they affected him, changed him. His cold heart started to melt; he began to feel things he never did before. He knew now that it was because of her.

He tried to push her away, to not let her claim his withered cold heart but she sneaked through his defenses. Was it by her words? Her actions? Her sweet shy smile? His eyes slowly focused on her. He watched as she breathed; how she slept. He tried to convince himself that he didn't care about her. Oh how his fingers ached to touch her!

She will stand by him in the final battle, he knows that. Part of him wants to take her away from the violence, away from death. But he just can't! He wants her beside him, he needs her beside him. He knows that time with her might be short; she may get hurt, or even die. His eyes squeezed shut at the thought. He'll protect her, even with his life if the need arose.

He opened his eyes to look at her again, to memorize everything about her. If he was to die, he wanted to have an image of her in his head. As he watched her, he noticed that she had a bouquet of flowers next to her. He rose, with no sounds at all, as he approached her. Carefully, not to wake her, he took a flower from the bouquet and inspected it. It was a daisy. Beautiful and sweet to the eye, he became mesmerized as he touched the petals; wondering if her skin would be as soft. If she were to wake up and see his eyes, she would see the depth of his feelings he tries so hard to not show.

He slowly made his way back to where he was, away from her, away from the bright fire and back to his dark spot, alone. The sun will rise soon, and they would have to continue on their journey. Maybe he should tell her, tell them all how he feels. But as the thought arose, he quickly crushed it. No! He told himself, the look on her face would haunt him. No matter what happens in the future, he swore he won't forget her. She was his daisy. She was the beauty of the world. He looked at the daisy again, and carefully, not to break it; he placed it under his clothes, out of view. It rested now over his chest, over his heart.

No one can ever know. This is his secret.

so? i found it sweet that he put the daisy next to his chest. whatI tried to come out of the ending was that he placed the daisy close to his heart but out of view. It meant that he loves her, he won't deny that, you just can't/won't show it.

should i leave it like that? let me know!

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