Tears of a Fallen Angel
Chapter III: When Passion's a Prison
A/N- Alright! At last, I have been able to finish this stupid tupid chapter. Sorry for the uber long delay guys, but since school just barely started in September, I hardly had time to do anything amidst all the homework assigned. But at last, it is complete! ((Stupid partner of mine failed to notify me of our chapter's deleted state until a week later.. and needless to say I was quite angry)) But yeah, she also failed to get any inspiration for the chapter and so I had to write it for her. Sigh. Oh well. Anyway. Thank you for all the reviews you guys sent in, I'm really glad you've liked it so far and I hope you guys like this chapter too. But remember to CONTINUE TO REVIEW! (I find that the less reviews there are, the less motivation I have to continue this story)
ANYWAY. Sorry about the rant. Um. ON TO THE CHAPTER!
The flame in her chocolate eyes burned dimly, solemnly. She glanced over her shoulder decrepitly, staring into dark, crimson eyes. Sighing inwardly, she wondered if these arms, coiled about her like a constricting snake, were the arms of the man who would truly hold her for all eternity.
After all, this was the very man who had reduced her to meager obsolescence and evoked every last iota of her anger and sorrow.
She refocused her eyes, setting her vision straight, and keeping from shedding tears. She chastised herself for thinking so cruelly, and moreover, so stupidly. Still, her eye remained badly damaged, and the truth still remained.
Beneath her left eye, lay an ugly, conspicuous bruising, lingering since the night before last.
It had been a truly horrible night. It was raining, raining very loudly. In fact, loud enough to conceal the loud thumps and screams, emanating from the dark, lonely home. All she remembered was being thrown against the wall agonizingly, begging for forgiveness, as her flesh tore open and seeped blood over the stained, carmine floor.
She fixed her arms, fast, around frail, white body- something of a consolation to her sorrow. She rid herself of her haunting thoughts and closed her eyes, routinely, as in if in an irrevocable trance. She could hear her sovereign's deep infatuating words, she could hear their soothing ritualistic flow, that of something that has been practiced often and been etched into the corner of one's mind, and, despite her desperate efforts to ignore it, she could clearly hear the bold, sickening falsehood that dripped from each syllable he spoke.
She felt him graze her smooth, pale face with his long, thin fingers; felt him grasp her chin within his unrealistically firm grip. Her sad eyes rose slowly to meet his cold, unfeeling ones.
"…won't hurt you…" She smiled wistfully at his words, wishing they were true, but the malice and disregard in his crimson orbs assured her that they weren't.
She turned her head silently to the side, the pain in her soul too great to allow her to continue looking at the pools of unending cold that were the man's eyes. Instead, she faced a direction not far from where she stood. She was surprised to see an alluring figure walking silently away. The ethereal figure wore a dark-hued attire and stood, fair and eloquent, his silvery hair flowing ever so slightly as he approached the entrance of the school, but almost as if on cue, she saw him turn around as if he sensed her eyes upon him.
She almost melted at the sight of his cool, collected golden orbs that blazed as if lit from inside, yet appeared to contain a sad story within their depths.
'Behind these eyes is everything you'll never understand'
She looked on, curiously, her focus centering on him for the moment. It seemed they both froze as they stared into the gaze of one and other.
As Sesshoumaru's eyes met the gaze of the resplendent maiden's, he felt a surge or sensation of some sort. Her eyes seemed like labyrinths, there was so very much to them. Time seemed to cease as he looked on, captivated. Those warm, chocolate eyes of her's were stiff, cold, but there was a hidden emotion there. Something that he felt, that he could relate to. A tragic song, they sang to him.
The trees about the school landscape swayed and their leaves floated quietly down, creating a serene atmosphere.
Her skirt billowed gently in the soft wind, forming an exquisitely swirling view. It would take everything from him not to stay there, forever wrapped within her gaze, but soon enough, the man that had whispered unknown meanings into her ear swept her away from his sight.
His trance immediately shattered, sending an enraptured aftershock to Sesshoumaru. The experience took the air away from his lungs. A familiar feeling, yet this time, it was uniquely exhilarating and fresh. He willed his face to remain still and stoic as he stood alone, in the empty air and stinging wind. But within the depths of his intricate mind he realized just for that moment, that one longing gaze, life had been bearable. Sesshoumaru sighed and began walking into the depths of the lonesome silence of inside.
His eyes flickered, the ardency of them growing less fervent. Soft shadows enveloped his flawless visage as he stepped into the darkness of the more confined and artificial hallway. His mind fluttered restlessly with curious thoughts of the tragic maiden.
Why was her presence so intriguing? There were many, that looked just like her, that had crossed his path, but not a single one seemed to hold his attention so inexplicably. He allowed his mind to toss around wondrous thoughts and questioning reveries for a while longer before he reached the room he was looking for.
Silently, he twisted the metal knob and entered wordlessly into the full classroom. He wearily ignored the accusing comment on his tardiness his teacher spat at him as he took his seat at the back of the room. He waited emotionlessly as the teacher indignantly turned away and back to what he was explaining at the front of the room, and the last of the curious faces turned in disinterest.
As Sesshoumaru's brilliant golden eyes traced the markings the teacher had hastily scribbled on the board, he felt himself regain his cold composure, ridding himself of any hopeful, tantalizing thoughts of the delicate maiden he had been so captivated with earlier. In their place, he filled his mind with mathematic equations and complex calculations. It was doubtful he would even see the fair girl again.
Still, Sesshoumaru was disturbed at how easily she had caught his attention and kept it. It seemed as if she were calling out to him, pleading for him to help her troubled heart.
Sesshoumaru almost laughed at his contemplative thought.
'What do I know about her heart? I don't even know her name, let alone the enigmatic depths of her heart. It's foolish of me to imagine she was even as intrigued as I was…'
Despite his stoic exterior, and his resolute self insults, his mind stung from the implied truth that daunted his self esteem. He let his mind waver and lose focus on the material his teacher was attempting to teach, as he gazed to his side and out the negligently cleaned windows of the small classroom. He stared aimlessly at the thick, gray clouds that set the entirety of his surroundings awash with a bleak neutrality. Another day in hell…
Kikyo hoisted the nearly empty book bag onto her desk, in which she delicately fitted a variety of additional notebooks and textbooks. She quietly carried herself to the exit of the classroom, where many students were already crowded around, impatient to be released to their leisure time in their various homes.
Kikyo felt a sting of apprehension as she once again recalled the fact that she no longer had a home. Her only family had been her young sister, Kaede, and she had died in a fire, trying to save their late mother's prized treasure, the Shikon jewel.
The fragile priestess chose not dwell on the memory, instead reminding herself that she did have a home in the arms of her savior and protector, Naraku. Naraku had helped Kikyo out of the scarring flames, and offered her a home when nobody else would. In time, Kikyo realized that Naraku could be more than just a God-sent savior. She and Naraku soon fell in love, despite their young age, and she had stayed with him for the past 3 years.
But recently, Naraku had changed. His once comforting smile seemed to twist grotesquely into a smile of pure malice and hate, and the long ago glee and love she felt when he touched her, now melted away to a feeling of dread and fear. She had little warmth and even less hope, and the days of past happiness seemed naught but a dream now. The dark contrast of the bruises on her flesh were the silent reminders of her impenetrable torment.
She looked up to find that the last of the students had rushed through the door of the classroom, and she was now alone with the teacher. She glanced behind her to see the elderly woman frowning in worry. Kikyo at once remembered the obscene marking that lay like a visible scar underneath her eye. Without further delay, she strode wordlessly out of the room, giving her teacher no time to query.
She did not slacken her pace until she felt she was a safe distance from the prying eyes of any teacher. She looked warily around at the chattering students and laughing bodies. Kikyo slowly regained the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, and looking up, she spotted the source of most frustration in her life.
"N-Naraku…" Kikyo breathed sharply as she felt him press his lips against hers in an almost seductive way.
"Hello Kikyo," he responded once he released her from his teasing osculation. His deep, reverberating voice seemed to render the girl powerless, and she forced a small smile.
She closed her eyes silently as she willed herself to forget his abusive behavior and allowed herself to be led away as he placed his thin, cold hand around her waist, letting it rest on her delicate stomach. They walked in silence away from Kikyo's only source of certain safety, a public crowd. Kikyo could almost feel her heart sinking in dread, her mind desperately hoping tonight would be different.
She didn't realize a pair of intense golden oculars had been following her path carefully.
"…An angel's smile is what you sell, you promise me heaven then put me through hell; Chains of love got a hold on me, when passion's a prison, you can't break free…"
A/N- There you go! I hope you guys enjoyed that. I'm not exactly sure what the future of this story will bring, but I do have some ideas. However, if you guys have any cool stuff you'd like me to add in, I'd be more than happy to. Btw, the lyric at the end is from Atreyu's remake of Bon Jovi's song: "You Give Love a Bad Name" (personally I like the Bon Jovi version better). I wasn't sure if that lyric was in the original, so I just cited it as Atreyu. Ehh. Oh well. REVIEW! If I get enough reviews, I'll update quickly, since I've already started on the next chapter. Until later,
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