Chapter 4

Don't own Inuyasha

Later that night while still sitting in the tree waiting for his own Sleeping Beauty to arise, Sesshomaru sat thinking about things only his heart could be audience to.

Sometimes, even though he hated to admit it, he wished he were his brother. Or, at the very least, that he could be like him. He remembered Kagome from Shinjuku Jidai and he also remembered how his brother had treated her.

But the reason Sesshomaru wanted to be so much like his little brother was because of her. He looked in the window at her. She still hadn't moved and he was becoming worried but she looked so peaceful he wouldn't dream of waking her. He wanted to have what his brother had had. A chance. A chance to be with her. A chance to look at her and know that the smile she wore on her face at that very moment was meant just for him. Granted Inuyasha threw his chance back in her face; Sesshomaru would not do that. The only problem with this was that she didn't even know he was still living.

He still couldn't understand, even after all these years he had to think about it, why, in the end, Inuyasha chose Kikyo. She was as beautiful as his Kagome on the outside but on the inside she couldn't even begin to compare. Kagome was heaven and Kikyo was hell froze over. It was as simple at that.

For a while he had stayed away from Kagome because of his brother. He couldn't stand what his brother began doing to try and make her stop caring and then for his own sick pleasure. In a vain attempt to make her stop caring Inuyasha started abusing Kagome. It started off as just verbal abuse but as it slowly started to turn physical it became much more effective and Kagome stopped caring about Inuyasha. She would never mention this to the others in the group because she wanted to stay with them and she was afraid that if they found out how much she cared about them all that they would react like Inuyasha and that she would have no one left.

Sesshomaru's grip on the branch next to the one he was perched on tightened to such a fierce hold that the branch snapped like a twig and fell from its spot. He grit his teeth tightly together as his eyes turned red because of the all-consuming rage he felt as he thought of his brother.

As he looked at Kagome he slowly started to think more about her and less about his brother and more of his eyes turned back to their brilliant gold and less of them stayed red. It took many minutes before all the red disappeared and he calmed completely. The one thing that could always calm him was his Kagome…

I'm very sorry that all my chapters are so short. That is the way I like to write. With short chapters…most of the time. If I'm in an extra "authorish" mood…or if you give me tea or coffee but that is another story entirely, I start to write longer chapters. Good night all. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

Always a pleasure,

Queen Of Hearts (Jamie)