Might Have Been
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Compiler's Notes:
Although it was lost in the annals of time, it was whispered for a period, that the disaster of Onigumo's making could have been avoided altogether – rumors of a woman who had captured the interest of the bandit before he was burnt, and the story of what might have happened if she had not been someone viewed as intolerable.
The one and only feared Mary-Sue.
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She, upon reflection, was indescribable.
She knelt opposite him, teacup in one soft hand, sipping delicately. Blonde curls tumbled down her back and framed her face, softer than silk. Cerulean, heavenly blue orbs were focused on the man sitting before her, filled with kindness and gentleness. Her skin was pale, as though the Sun had loathed leaving its mark upon her. She was petite, and in high heels, reached only his shoulder in height. The irony was not lost upon him, that he should take up with a woman who was directly her opposite. She had the voice and nature of an angel, and he half expected her to sprout wings and fly away someday. She had sung to him the day before, and he remembered it as a haze of delight and strangely, goose bumps. She was skilled with musical instruments of all types, and when she deigned to play him a song, he had nothing to say which could possibly praise her enough. She possessed a small but straight nose, and high cheekbones. Her lips were small, but they suited her face. Her picture-perfect features were the envy of every geisha for miles around.
"Stay with me." Her melodic voice carried a trace of uncertainty, as though she did not know what his choice would be.
"Of course."
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Compiler's Notes Again: This was what might have happened, if the woman had not been killed the next day by a troupe of soldiers claiming that she had surpassed their Lady in beauty, which could not be tolerated. Onigumo did not mourn her long, and chose to move on to Kikyou, whom had originally been his first choice before she had come along and bewitched him.
…but then again, she had confused his mind so much that he could barely remember her name by the time the scrolls of his story were written.
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A/N: Wahaha. Whoever said that I was a nice person:D
Eh, this was what I was talking about at the end of The Sound of Silence.
Excuse the lame title. I have never had so much trouble titling a story before. /rolls eyes/
