I'm in a melancholy mood… don't know completely why. I guess it's because I have to go back to school tomorrow.
Blegh. Oh, well. I'm listening to that song, The Noose, but Perfect Circle. Ever heard of it? It's good, but kind of depressing sounding.
Oh! Tomorrow my car gets taken to Maaco to get a whole new paint job! Any color! Yay. So exciting… but that means no car for me for two to three days. Tear.
Sorry for the wait, but I am sure that you all don't mind. If you are anything like me, I have a lot of other stories that I read to wait for other stories to update.
Without any more waiting, however, the story must go on.
BloodyHues.
Breaking the Wild
Chapter Eight
He's Killing Me
She lies out on the ground, carelessly lounging on a patch of grass so that she is careful not to get dirt on her kimono.
Her dark eyes trail over the two grazing horses that are hovering near each other, inching closer and closer to the stream that runs through the little cove of trees.
Lazily Kagome closes her eyes and breaths in a deep sigh, letting the rush of air swoosh through her slightly parted lips without a care in the world.
Her problems had been left behind at her mothers' hut. All of her sisters' antics, all of Sangos' drama, her mothers' scolding glare, her chores…everything.
Except for the biggest problem of all. Him. Kagome's eyes open slowly to gaze over at the black clad figure, his back facing her as he peers out into nothingness.
The large white dog howling at a crescent moon on his back seems to stick out at Kagome like a sore thumb, tantalizing her and teasing her as if it alone knew the demon's true identity before she did.
Kagome sticks her tongue out at the image and instead finds her-self letting her eyes roam over the tall demon, his long silver hair shifting ever so softly in the small breeze.
As if sensing her eyes, he turns and faces her fully, gold molten eyes clashing with her own. For a moment she is caught in his gaze…
And then the shift of his shoulders causes her to break the gaze, a pretty little blush creeping over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
She turns her face away from him, opting to once more gaze at the horses that have found their way to the water, their snouts sticking fully in the water as they suck in the refreshing liquid through their teeth.
A rustle of smooth fabric as the demon stoically takes his place, Indian style, beside of her is her only warning of his close proximity.
They stay in this position for a while, neither speaking in fear of the silent companionship being broken.
But, alas, it is Kagome who breaks the silence, as ever her curse is. She shifts to settle up on her elbows, long hair falling languidly down her back and over her shoulders.
Her thick bangs hand slightly over her eyes, hooding them from complete view, but those intense chocolate orbs still find a way to glitter up at Sesshomaru.
"Sesshomaru-sama… how much longer do we have of a journey until we reach the castle of the Western Lands?" Her voice is soft, almost as if she is afraid of asking him anything.
Gold meets brown, both harmonizing in the silliest of ways, before Sesshomaru clears his throat, his deep baritone voice leaking out into the clearing.
"Perhaps a day's travel, a day and a half if we camp here tonight. If we continue on through the night and stop for only periodical rests for the horses, then it should take less than a day and we will arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
Kagome visibly rolls her eyes, flopping back on the ground as she continues to stare up at Sesshomaru.
"You know what I think? I think we should keep going. I mean, the sooner that we get there… the better, right? You can be reunited with your father, your homeland, and your station… and you will not have to serve anyone ever again, or bow to anyone…"
Kagome allows her voice to drift off at this point, not wanting Sesshomaru to hear the slight choke that is catching her voice.
No more Sesshomaru?
Kagome blinks away the thought and watches as Sesshomaru slowly gets to his feet, uncurling like a cat would from a long nights rest.
Without a word he offers her a pristine hand to help her off the ground. She pauses, staring at the appendage as if it is the strangest thing she has ever seen.
No warning and he is stooping down to lock his hand around one of her wrists, hauling her to her feet gently. Blinking still she watches his wooden frame swoop upon his horses back.
She follows quietly, brows furrowing in thought as she climbs onto her own horse, nudging him into a short gaited prance.
Every now and then she steals a small glance at the lord at her side, wondering to herself what it will be like now that the person she has come to know the best, and vice versa with the exception of Sango, will be gone forever.
No contact, no friendly hello, no nothing. Just nothing… emptiness forever.
Kagome sighs, slumping a bit in her saddle and closes her eyes, knowing that her horse will follow Sesshomaru's.
No more companionship…
She nibbles on her lower lip, her head filling with thoughts and memories of the long time they have been around each other.
Are you ever going to say a word? Seriously, you can not go through life not speaking a word, can you?
I do not eat human food.
…eyes… dangerous red eyes should be the massive dog's… and it shall be howling… howling at the moon that belongs to it…
Sesshomaru watches her from the corner of his eyes as she slumps in her saddle and he raises a brow, thinking.
It is almost too easy. Too easy to gain her trust to allow him to return to the Western Lands. True, he had told her the truth… but not all of it.
When they arrive at the Western Castle, however, everything will become painstakingly clear to the frail, trusting Miko…
Why does this thought seem to bother him?
Ridiculous.
He averts his eyes, nudging his horse into a smooth canter, her beast following soon after and jolting her back into the realm of the wakened.
Kagome glares at Sesshomaru's back, gaining the tight hold around her horses' ribs as he jolts her back into reality and she shakes her head.
I swear, he's killing me. I just don't understand it! So cold… so very lonely…
She sits up straighter in her saddle, squaring her shoulders and jutting her chin out as he does, her hips twitching haughtily in the saddle with her horses' movements, mirroring his look.
Well Mr. High and Mighty can't always be this way. I will use these last few days to try and show him how to act at least a little bit human!
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Hope you liked it. Sorry it is so short. Please review. BloodyHues.