Chapter 2

Authors' Note:

Regarding the last chapter - it was an interlude. It was meant not to be part of the story at all. It was just a crazy spin-off that we decided to just... put it. For the heck of it. We understand Sesshoumaru was out of character, and we also understand that he would never 'plaster' himself on Kagura. (chuckle) plaster...

Also, sorry for everything, guys. But from now on, we've decided that this story is actually not going to be the perfect, funny, romantic story. Yes, there is going to be drama. (Cue in Beethoven's fifth symphony) It won't be perfect anymore. However, there will still be a much humour as we can include in here, but no more interludes, as we've ran out of space to put them.But there will be some drama, and possible angst. There won't be any love triangles (I, SilverWolf-Ryuki, am tired of them), but drama is surely included. The alternative is thatthere will be very slow, crummy updates, and mild, mildhumour.Since we've already hit many writer's block, and it is chapter 2.

This will be a… sort of short story. So not 20 chapters, but more like, (including the interlude), 7 chapters.

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. We really appreciate it.

Oh, and one last thing. When we said spring before, we meant March, specifically.

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Through the filter of the cherry trees, Sesshoumaru spotted Kagura alone, for once, walking towards his house.

It's almost a habit now, for him to watch her like this.

Curiously, no matter what the distance is between her and the house, she always seemed so far away.

It must be the cherry blossoms.

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Kagura knocked a few times before she let herself into the house.

Brushing the pink petals off of her shoulders, Kagura made her way into the piano room.

"Where's that thing?" Sesshoumaru asked, entering the room behind Kagura.

"Oh, you mean Yura? She moved away." Kagura stated simply.

Sesshoumaru mentally heaved a sigh of relief. Something told him that maybe Kagura wasn't as happy about it as he is.

"I thought that I told you to come to class prepared." Sesshoumaru warned in a rather sever voice, "Which does not include going to sleep late, or putting your social life before your practices."

As soon as the retort left his mouth, he realized that it was going way too far, as Kagura hid her eyes behind her bangs and kept silent.

"We will skip lessons for today." Sesshoumaru closed the lid of the piano and turned to the butler standing in the hallway, near the door. "Could you please bring out some tea?"

"Certainly."

Minutes later, Kagura found herself in the drawing room with a cup of herbal tea in her hands. On the table was a small tray of sugar cubes, biscuits and a pitcher of both honey and milk.

"So was Yura a good friend?" Sesshoumaru asked as he stirred his tea.

"Yes." Kagura replied softly, staring into her steaming teacup. "Umm, thank you."

From that day on, their time together smelled of tea and biscuits.

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"You have to play louder and firmer. What are you trying to accomplish, playing like that?"

"Last time, you said that I was too loud and was banging the piano. Now you want me to relearn my so called mistakes? Make up your mind!" Kagura snapped.

"Last time you were too loud, and this time you are playing like a girl." Sesshoumaru pointed out.

"What do I look like to you, a duck?"

"From your skills, you might as well be."

"That's it." Kagura stood up abruptly and made her way to the door. "I'm out of here."

Sesshoumaru sighed as the front door slammed thunderously.

"She will be back." He mumbled to himself.

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Authors' Note:

If you haven't read the first bit, please do so.

We are sorry for the half sized chapter, we've simply ran out of ideas for 'genuine feelings' scenes. We are trying to make up for the lack of developments for the couple, and the long period of blankness that will take place in the next chapter. Hopefully you will all understand that romance is very scarce in our lives, as we are both… surprisingly young. And therefore, we cannot produce quality stories on such topic. So voila, the birth of the half chapter. Or the quarter chapter, as the author's notes take up most of it. How sad…

The skip in time for the next chapter is large, we know, but in order for this story (and our heads) to run smoothly, the skip is necessary. (We know, we know, two months…) However, we really don't have the patience to write about something neither of us has dipped our feet into. So… yep.

Badly written flames will be laughed at, and used to burn itself. Please, if you are to insult us, don't give us a reason to insult you. How ironic, it's always the unreasonable flames that have bad grammar.

Anyways. Comments are greatly appreciated! Especially suggestions.