Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, why would I need to go to the school I hate so much? I don't own it. I seriously don't think we need disclaimers, for the website Url this story is hosted on its in fact, Either way, Inuyasha and company belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The used poem titles belong to Robert Frost.
He hit me again!, Kagura thought, finding herself in the same futon she awoke from earlier upstairs. It was no longer the afternoon, it was the night. She sat up and flipped over the blanket in anger. 'Wait till he gets a piece of my mind! Especially since he-', Kagura thought, pausing. 'He kissed me…' Kagura thought, lying back down onto the futon, raising her fingers to her lips. But why…?
'Why…why did he do that? Why did he insist to keep me here? Why the hell didn't he kill me when I first got here!' She pondered.
Sesshoumaru opened her door. "A late walk?" He asked coldly. "Here." He said, throwing a crimson colored kimono at her. Kagura sat up and took it, then looked back at him.
"What do you want from me?" She asked, clutching the kimono tightly without realizing it. It was silk made, like the silken tent a monk would use for venturing, and Kagura liked it.
"If anyone finds out that this mansion exists, there will be hell to pay." He told her coldly, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Why is this?" Kagura asked after he left, but she put on the kimono and stepped out the room without knowing what she looked like.
"Come." Sesshoumaru said. He started walking out the door, and Kagura rushed down the stairs to catch up with him. "Be careful, that kimono was my mother's." He told her rudely, and she gave him an irritated look behind his back before following him.
Soon enough, they were outside walking in the forest. All anyone could ever hear were the sound of trees, and fallen leaves fell everywhere. It was fall, but already snow had fallen, and it was slight cold, if freezing. Soon they came across a path, a pebbled road. Although Kagura was not one who liked nature walks or even cared about things around her, it was safe to say that she liked this peace, and even though it was silent, Kagura showed it. She didn't have an irritated expression on her face, nor she flipped around at noises in suspicions. Sesshoumaru must have taken notice, for he started to speak.
"No one knows about this place." Sesshoumaru told her without looked at her. There was no cold tone in his voice, in fact, there was a tinge of kindness. "So I often came here when I was a child." He added, and paused, looking ahead. Kagura turned and saw why. There was a ratted black cloth on a tree fallen across the road. The two was also quite blackened, like it was burned down.
"Human monks were discovered here, and the trees were burned to keep them from coming back. They came here to perform a prayer in spring. A war started." He added coldly. The night was getting darker and darker by the minute, it seemed. Soon, only the sound of crickets chirping in the night was heard.
"Sesshoumaru. Why did you keep me here?" Kagura asked boldly.
"…" Sesshoumaru didn't say anything. It was hard for him to express his feelings when he actually had them. "Do you always think it's easy to find someone you love?" He asked coldly, and started speeding his pace.
"What?" Kagura said in surprise and shock. She had never thought about it before. She just thought that she would be ordered around and be killed by Naraku. She started picking up her pace to match Sesshoumaru.
"He told me to find a bride." Sesshoumaru said quietly.
"What?" Kagura asked again.
"Love is such a foolish thing, but now I don't believe so." Sesshoumaru added. "The star splitter demon will be out; we must return home." He started back through the pebbled road, and Kagura followed loosely behind him. When they had arrived at the mansion, Sesshoumaru walked upstairs to his room without saying a word.
'What…what was that about?' Kagura pondered. She was astonished that Sesshoumaru had spoken to her that way. Extremely exhausted, she climbed up the stairs and walked into her room, closing the door and pulled off the kimono, going to sleep.