In starting this chapter, I'd like to dedicate it to kari konoko (who reviewed even though the damn thing took so long ) and The Squabbit (lovin the name by the way!), and finally to BeautifulOblivion! On with the chapter!
Kagome watched as the sun began to rise as she got into Sesshoumaru's car, which he had decided to take, of course. The reds and yellow's bled into the oranges, and the orange unto the red, and the process began anew. She couldn't believe how beautiful something so simple could be. It happened everyday, and yet each time was so special, almost… magical. Of course, she wouldn't express that to the man next to her. Surely he wouldn't feel the same way! How long had the sun been rising like that? Were the colors different a long time ago?
'I don't know why I'm sitting here,
Writing this to you.'
Kagome couldn't help but remember the little poem she had written in high school. It had made no sense to anyone but herself. But that was how she liked it. She glanced over at Sesshoumaru who, for once in the small amount of time that she knew him, looked… at peace. Sure he looked calmed a lot, but never had he been at peace.
'You'll forget about me one day,
Just as I'll forget of you.'
Kagome smiled sadly at that part. It tugged gently at the strings of her heart. Yeah, she'd probably forget him. And she was so plain, nothing very memorable about her, except for her unusual eye color. But even then, her eyes weren't… she didn't know. She was just plain, nothing special Kagome Higurashi. And it had always been that way, and always would be. Sesshoumaru would forget of her, and be happy with his gorgeous wife, whenever he met her.
'No damage truly done,
You're just a piece of time'That, was also very true. She'd been hurt before, so… if things, you know, didn't work out the way she'd hope with Sesshoumaru. Then… that was all right, because Kagome was a big girl. She'd live her life the way she always had.
'Written in the moment, capturing this soul of mine.
And time will pass, and so will I.'
That's right… if the pain didn't go away, then… eventually, she would. Kagome wasn't immortal, she wouldn't live forever. And as they say, 'Time heals all wounds.' Sometimes she wondered if that only applied to physical ones. But the 'all' should cover that right? That's what she thought too…
'The world forgets our names.
So, I don't know why I'm sitting here,'
Would Kagome forget him? She really didn't know, but she hoped she wouldn't. He was, if nothing else, a good friend. He was such a quiet person, that she sometimes wondered if he was secretly shy. But that was absurd! Sesshoumaru Taisho, shy. Maybe… he was as a child. She could see a little Sesshoumaru, hiding from the world behind his books. Straying too far from reality, and in the end becoming a character himself. Did he think this was a book?
'Writing this to you.
You'll forget about me one day,'Yeah, he would probably forget about her. What had she ever done that was so memorable, that he'd remember her? He gave her a ride home twice, had a lunch 'date' with her, well… really two. But the second wasn't exactly on… friendly terms. She could of hurt his feelings, assuming he had any of course. Kagome looked to man beside her. How could he be so… calm and collected all the time. How could he?
'As the world has done to you.
The world forgot your name, and mine.'
Perhaps… Kagome was the one living in a book. Maybe she was the one out of touch with reality, and was desperately trying to remain that way. Why face the cruelties of the world when you could be having a tea party with the mad hatter and Alice nipping at your heels? Why face reality, when reality wasn't always what you needed?
'How unfair that time can be.
I don't know why I'm sitting here,'
What was her purpose? What could she, Kagome Higurashi, do to better this earth, rather than to take up the air? Was there anything at all? God, please tell her she wasn't just a waste of space, a walking waste of flesh covering the earth! There had to be somebody she could have an impact on. Somebody who absolutely needed her!
'reading this to me.
You were written in the moment,'Maybe… Maybe her mama! No… she had the rest of the family. Or Miroku! No, she mentally sighed, he has Sango now. And Sango seems to need Miroku. And then there's Sesshoumaru. She couldn't make an impact on him, he couldn't need her. From what it appeared, Sesshoumaru needed nobody.
'My little piece of time.
Why do you stand still?'Why? Why was she so unimportant? Couldn't she affect just one person? Perhaps she was here to poke at, to see how hard you could go before she bled. How close you could get to her, and watch her weep when you left. Even then, Kagome would be happy in knowing she had a purpose. She glanced at Sesshoumaru. She was certain now…
She was certain.
Sesshoumaru was not the one out of touch with reality, it was herself. She was the shy child hiding from the world. Hiding from her fate. Perhaps he was too though? Maybe he felt he needed a bit of insanity to make him sane?
Maybe, if she asked real nice… He'd be her King Arthur, and him and his Knights of the Round Table would come and give her, her true love's first kiss, and save her from her evil step-mother and her wicked apples. And maybe then, they could ride off on his faithful stead, Tornado, and they could rescue the Californians from the Spaniards and listen to the cry for their hero, "Zorro! Zorro!"
And maybe Kagome could find her reality, and get a good grasp on it. And Sesshoumaru could stand by her side, and bring in bits of the real world, waning her from the reality that she once knew. But Kagome wouldn't ask him.
'Why?'
Why? Because it wasn't his purpose that's why! Sesshoumaru was meant for something greater. He was meant for something bigger than to help her and her damn problems with the real world. He was, unlike any other person Kagome had ever met. He was…
What is he?
Kagome smiled and settled herself against the leather seats of the car, preparing herself for the long journey ahead. She felt his eyes settle upon her and she just stared. No blushing, no smiles. She stared at him, and into his pools of honey irises. She was trapped, he was the spider, and she, the fly. She was tangled up in him, and wasn't sure if she wanted to let go. She was vaguely aware that she needed to breathe, but her reality told her she didn't need to. He turned away and she felt her cheeks redden against the piercing gaze of nothingness.
'He is my reality…'
Kagome watched as Zorro and Tornado trotted away into the sunset. His silver hair blowing gently around him, and his mask covering his face. But his eyes, oh those eyes. So piercing, and golden. They knew her soul, better than anybody else. They told her so many things.
"Zorro!"She didn't know what to say, but she know she didn't want him to go. Her masked hero turned around and gave her a small smile, and a tip of his hat. Then his horse reared and they took off into the sun. Whatever she was going to say died on her tongue and she smiled a small smile and leaned out of her window and stared at the flower she still twirled in her hand. A gift… from her masked wonder. The words tumbled out of her parted lips as she gently smelled the sweet aroma of her colorful carnation.
"Don't forget me…"
And the last look he gave her seemed to say, "Never..."
Sesshoumaru stared at the sleeping girl in the passengers seat. She had her head leaned against the window and would mumble incoherent words every so often. She drooled slightly, and moved a lot.
But she was beautiful.
I know! It's shorter than usual! I'm sorry! And I know it makes about no sense, but I couldn't help it. The poem is one written by me and I know that is also not good, my apologies. Well… you know what to do! R&R