Hi all,
It's here, finally on the way, a sequel to "Where the Heart Lies", so just in case you haven't read that fic, you may want to before progressing on this one. Of course there is the general disclaimer: I do not own Inu- Yasha or any of the characters therein. Feel free to use any of my original characters in your fan-fiction if you like them, I would be honored.
Love, Poet ******************************************************************
Prelude to the Dawn
Sesshoumaru lay back down on the bed in the quest room of Kagome's house. He had just gone to Kagome's room once more to check and make sure she was really there. Only his fierce sense of honor kept him from curling up with her in her bed all the nightlong. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'Although I'm sure she would understand and would say nothing, it would be a great shame on Kagome's mother if she found us like that in the morning. No matter how innocent.'
He inhaled deeply. All about him was the wonderful scent of Kagome. For so long he had yearned for that smell. It was the smell of love, safety, and home. Kagome, herself, embodied everything that Sesshoumaru found good and holy in the world.
In three short days they would be married. He would never again walk alone. A smile graced his lips at the thought. She had for so long been his goddess in the midst of the storms life set him in, and no she was again in the flesh. It was to him, like the second coming of Christ that he heard Christian missionaries speak of in their lofty tones. She was the many- times-great granddaughter of a goddess after all, he thought to himself as he let a light sleep wash over him.
In an aged but wondrous castle an elderly woman placed a fresh bouquet of flowers on a round table at the edge of an enormous room. She smiled as she looked around. For five hundred years her master had collected treasures for his beloved. Vases from China, French dresses, jewelry and perfume from around the world, all these things adorned her armoires and tables, and bookcases, which were flocked full of original copies of works from the greatest minds of half a millennia. Paintings by the greatest artists of all ages adorned her walls. Kali smiled softly at all this. "I hope she is not overwhelmed," she chuckled under her breath at the thought of some of Lord Sesshoumaru's more elaborate purchases, such as the tiny village in the Swiss Alps.
She knew, though, that all he bought for her he did out of love. And it wasn't just gifts that proved his love. From the time of her birth, Sesshoumaru had watched her from the shadows. How many times, she wondered, had Sesshoumaru-sama slain youkai and hanyou who were going to attack Kagome without her even knowing it? It was common knowledge of the youkai community that the girl was to be his bride, and that anyone who laid so much as a finger on her to do her harm would die a most cruel death.
Gently Kali shut the massive doors, adorned with exotic birds, and walked slowly down the hallway. "Tomorrow," she whispered, and a young woman, many miles away, smiled in her sleep as a familiar voice began to sing to her in her sleep.
It's here, finally on the way, a sequel to "Where the Heart Lies", so just in case you haven't read that fic, you may want to before progressing on this one. Of course there is the general disclaimer: I do not own Inu- Yasha or any of the characters therein. Feel free to use any of my original characters in your fan-fiction if you like them, I would be honored.
Love, Poet ******************************************************************
Prelude to the Dawn
Sesshoumaru lay back down on the bed in the quest room of Kagome's house. He had just gone to Kagome's room once more to check and make sure she was really there. Only his fierce sense of honor kept him from curling up with her in her bed all the nightlong. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'Although I'm sure she would understand and would say nothing, it would be a great shame on Kagome's mother if she found us like that in the morning. No matter how innocent.'
He inhaled deeply. All about him was the wonderful scent of Kagome. For so long he had yearned for that smell. It was the smell of love, safety, and home. Kagome, herself, embodied everything that Sesshoumaru found good and holy in the world.
In three short days they would be married. He would never again walk alone. A smile graced his lips at the thought. She had for so long been his goddess in the midst of the storms life set him in, and no she was again in the flesh. It was to him, like the second coming of Christ that he heard Christian missionaries speak of in their lofty tones. She was the many- times-great granddaughter of a goddess after all, he thought to himself as he let a light sleep wash over him.
In an aged but wondrous castle an elderly woman placed a fresh bouquet of flowers on a round table at the edge of an enormous room. She smiled as she looked around. For five hundred years her master had collected treasures for his beloved. Vases from China, French dresses, jewelry and perfume from around the world, all these things adorned her armoires and tables, and bookcases, which were flocked full of original copies of works from the greatest minds of half a millennia. Paintings by the greatest artists of all ages adorned her walls. Kali smiled softly at all this. "I hope she is not overwhelmed," she chuckled under her breath at the thought of some of Lord Sesshoumaru's more elaborate purchases, such as the tiny village in the Swiss Alps.
She knew, though, that all he bought for her he did out of love. And it wasn't just gifts that proved his love. From the time of her birth, Sesshoumaru had watched her from the shadows. How many times, she wondered, had Sesshoumaru-sama slain youkai and hanyou who were going to attack Kagome without her even knowing it? It was common knowledge of the youkai community that the girl was to be his bride, and that anyone who laid so much as a finger on her to do her harm would die a most cruel death.
Gently Kali shut the massive doors, adorned with exotic birds, and walked slowly down the hallway. "Tomorrow," she whispered, and a young woman, many miles away, smiled in her sleep as a familiar voice began to sing to her in her sleep.