Lost and Found
By Erika N.
A sparkle, a gleam. A flicker, a flutter.
Silver strands began to blend in with the heavy snowscape, and dance lightly with the wind beneath a faint mantle of bronze light.
A warm breath settled on the snow-incrusted glass of a smallish window, leaving a torn, unreadable message written entirely in fog. A silent, picture show was going on behind that window, yet someone forgot to pull the curtains all the way; there was only a gap (a peephole) that was probably no more than 7-inches wide that permitted a cheap-seat view of the show.
He could just barely make out a dining room, hemmed in by a flood of heartwarming light, scarcely filled by a laughing Kagome and her husband as they merrily went about clearing the dishes off of a table.
Mouths were moving. Kisses were being given.
"What happened to us, Inuyasha? You used to love me…you used to fight for me…you used to…"
But I still do!
The light flickered. The curtains fluttered.
A flicker, a flutter.
Inside, he felt something break. Inside, he felt bending joints creak and caught the echo of crunching snow slapping wetly at the soles of his feet.
"When did you stop fighting for me, Inuyasha?"
When I found out that I loved you more than Kikyo. I was afraid…confused.
He only caught a glimpse of an unforgettable smile. Of soulful, brown eyes, sparkling. Of thick, raven hair, gleaming.
A sparkle, a gleam.
"Inuyasha, you used to be so untamable, so…courageous. Where did that all go?"
He froze.
"Inuyasha? Is that you?"
He turned, and then broke out into a full run, stopping only when he felt effeminately soft, luscious lips caress his own in a passionate kiss.
It's still there, Kagome. I just had to find it is all.