Something There

Chapter 3:The Bird

Kagome smiled she herd the snow crunch under her feet. She wore a maroon cape with a hood to keep her warm during the winter months. She watched as a blue bird perched itself on a barren branch of a tree. It began to sing a beautiful melody that spring was fast approaching. Sesshomaru had agreed that she could go out once in a while to enjoy the day but only under his supervision.

Sesshomaru watched from the balcony as the young servant extended her finger to the bird and he happily jumped on, thankful not to have the cold branch freeze his feet. He chirped happily and flew off to Sesshomaru and landed on an outstretched finger. Sesshomaru whistled back to the bird as it sung it's graceful melody. It flew off and Sesshomaru noticed that Kagome was watching him giggling. He turned his back to her as a blush came to his cheeks. Once the coloring in his face returned he turned around to lecture the girl about her ignorance, but alas she was gone. He looked around for the girl but she was no where in sight. He heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching him. He twirled around and saw young girl with snow in her hair and her cheeks pink from the cold. She smiled and turned to look outside at the balcony. She leaned on the rail and he had accompanied her. The belittling had ceased and Kagome had no complaints about that what so ever. She felt something brush her hand and out of curiosity looked down to see what it was. Sesshomaru's hand was close to hers and a single claw had come into contact with her hand. She smiled but did not feel the brush again. How odd.

The next day Kagome awoke to hear the whistle of a bird. She remembered the bird from yesterday and how handsome Sesshomaru had looked while whistling to it. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw off her blanket. She stood in a white sleeping kimono that clung to her body and walked over to her dresser. She looked into the mirror and brushed her hair. She chose a blue kimono for the day and went to tend to her lord. When she approached the room she heard yelling from his end. She slipped into the room and found her lord lying, defeated, on his bed.

"Lord Sesshomaru?"He looked up as her voice reached his ears.

"That bird will not sing!"She looked on the dresser and sure enough there was a small little blue bird in a cage. Sure enough it wasn't singing. She went over to the cage and picked it up.

"What are you doing?"he questioned watching her walk to the balcony. She smiled and opened the cage door letting the bird fly out. Sesshomaru was outraged. He joined her at the balcony only to yell at her. "Why did you let it go?"Kagome outstretched her hand and the bird flew back to her. It began singing it's melody more beautiful than ever.

"Don't you see? It wanted to be free. It couldn't be happy captured that's why it wouldn't sing. Now it has it's freedom and will come and go as he pleases." the bird flew off and Kagome looked at her hands. Sesshomaru tilted her head up with his hand holding her chin firmly.

"Is that why you ran away? You wanted your freedom from me? Am I truly that horrible?"She looked away her eyes not meeting his.

"I suppose that is why I ran away. You kept making me feel worthless and unimportant. . . . ."I felt tears come to my eyes and one escaping rolling down my cheek. I felt Sesshomaru pull me into a warm embrace my head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I was a real jerk. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I'm so very sorry, Kagome." He held her in the embrace for a while, trying to make up for his cruel ways, when suddenly she pushed away. She had her hand covering her mouth and slowly she backed away.

"I'm sorry! I. . . . . ."She ran out of the room and down the hall.

"Kagome!"Sesshomaru felt more sadness at that very moment then when his parents had died. His heart wanted him to chase after her but he wasn't going to show himself as a weakling. Not to her or anyone else for that matter! He stood there and watched her reject him then run away, terrified, confussed, or heartbroken. He just stood there watching . . . .waiting. . . . . .