Almost Twelve Roses
Chappie 12: A Story Tale Start
Author: Funnyfan with THE 'L' for driving!
last time
She was home. Home, sweet, home.
Now
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. This girl was just like any other child. She was small and full of energy. She had long raven black hair and spectacular eyes. She was a vivacious child who loved to make friends. She had a best friend, two actually. She lived with her mother, grandfather and her little brother. They lived a quiet and content life at their shrine. Both the girl and her younger brother got great grades in school. The young girl always behaved, and respected her elders. Her grandfather trained her in the art of a shrine maiden, but the life wasn't for her. She wanted to go out and explore. She had plans to see the world.
Now, her best friend, one of them, wasn't like other little boys you knew. He was different beyond comparison, he was a half demon. He was great friends with the girl. He had long silver hair and brilliant gold eyes, cute dog ears perched on his head. For a while the dog-eared boy liked the young girl, and she liked him too, but, it was simply a crush and was over quick when another girl came into the picture. Though, even after the crush the two shared, their friendship didn't fail to hold. In fact, the two became even better friends. And so started the tale of this young girl's heart and how it was torn and ripped, many times over. And as she went through her times of woe, she had her friends by her side the entire way.
Her other best friend, a girl, was not an out of the ordinary girl, except that her father owned a dojo. There she learnt skills most wouldn't learn until much older. She had a brother that she protected always. To her, Kagome was like her brother, family. The girl lived with her father and younger brother. And though she didn't start at the same time as the young girls dog-eared friend, the young dojo-artist was just as much her friend as the demon.
They lived happily as a group of three for many years. Through kindergarten, grade one, two, and all the up until four. That is when their new perverse friend joined up. He lived with a group of old men, friends of his grandfathers, which explained why he had the mind of a dirty old man. And though the perverse boy and the dojo-artist girl fought many times over, they began to feel a feeling that would one day bring them closer together.
The four grew up, happy and wild. Learning new things, experiencing new adventures. And as they grew up our dog-eared friend grew to love another, the perverse boy and dojo-artist began to feel feelings they would never have expected from the other. However, our young girl, now a young woman, thought she was feeling the same emotion as her friends were, but she was wrong. And when you are wrong in love, there is a price to pay.
Her first love was a mistake. A mistaken interpretation of an emotion that was really truly nothing more than infatuation. But, it was a heart break more over, because both parties thought it love, a triangle was formed and broken many times over. In the end, a circle stayed, the young woman no longer in the loop. But, the two remained friends and still share the love that a sister and brother would share.
Her second love wasn't what she thought love was at all. Her first love was someone else who thought they loved her. They showered her with gifts and love for a many months of a year. And when they found it wasn't her they loved they left her, with not a word. Though her heart wasn't broken, her pride was.
Her second love, a love she thought was true, wasn't true at all. He showered her with more love than the second and told her he would never let her go. He was a unique fellow as well, almost like the young woman's best friend, the dog-eared boy, a man now. He too was a demon, but, instead of being only half demon, he was full. Of course the young woman didn't think much of it, for her dog-eared friend's father was full demon as well, and she was far more used to it than most would be at her age. And as fate would have it she thought she truly loved this man and that he truly loved her back. And as they say, once fate is found out it plays another tune. And it played a different tune that changed the melody of the story. One would say the young demon really truly did love the young woman, and he did without doubt. But, mistakes happen, and when a mistake of love is made, one can forgive it. When a second mistake of love is made, one finds it hard to forgive, but does so. But, when a third mistake of love is made, one may not have any heart left to share with the person. And our young woman had no love left for this man.
Though they still became friends, because a mistake is a mistake and though it can't be taken back, and can't be forgotten to easily a wise woman once said, the road we walk now is in front, not behind, looking behind will only cause the vision to be blurred and objects we should see we will not, and we will trip and fall and be far worse off if we had only just kept looking ahead, rather than behind. And she did. The young woman looked ahead and held her head high.
The young woman graduated high school as did her dog-eared best friend, the dojo-artist and the perverse boy, now also a man. All had grown up into fine and happy young men and women. The two previous mentioned living together and close to engagement. The young girl, though before dreaming of going to study abroad, stayed home and helped her mother run the shrine. Her younger brother, a young man now, keeping the grades his sister made in high school.
It was a normal life lead by a normal woman. The last thing on her mind now, was love. It wasn't even on her mind, let alone the last thing. But, most things in life are unexpected. She, her dojo-artist and perverse friends spent a lot of time at our dog-eared friend's house. Though she couldn't study abroad, with the help of her dog-eared friend and his father, she was able to study other things.
A member of the dog-eared friend's family had yet to be introduced to her formally, yet she did know who he was, a famous model that women all over the world swooned over. She had read about him briefly in her magazines and frankly, she didn't care who he was. Men like him, (she knew she was being stereotypical, and her information was biased) were the arrogant, I'm-better-than-you types. Always caring for themselves' first. Her opinion, when she had met him, though in the middle of a movie, was not far off. She gave him slight recognition and didn't bother to chat with him, not that he was the chatting type.
The young man, also a full demon and half-brother to the young woman's dog-eared friend, had never once before been given the cold shoulder; never once looked at for a mere moment, a glance; never once had a movie chosen over him, however lame or exciting. And it intrigued him beyond the ability one is believed to have of being intrigued, meaning, he was immensely intrigued. And an intrigued model was not a good person to deal with, at least, in this demon's case.
And that was when the hunt started. The hunt for a heart he didn't want.
An experiment began, and our young woman was the guinea pig, involuntarily.
Charm was the first weapon used. He was a natural charmer and any woman would faint if he even talked with her. But, of course, our young woman wasn't taken too easily, and it would take more than charm to bring her down. And so that is what the young man did. He did far more than charm her. He did everything he could think to do that would make even the strongest, biggest man-hater ever down. And yet, the young woman didn't budge.
And, as time went on he decided she was unattainable. Which made him want her even more, though, it wasn't real want or lust, it was just an urge to fill in empty time, or so he told himself. Though he could not get her to budge he stayed. His true colors beginning to show
The young woman found the demon a fool to think a woman would fall for another because of lame tricks and charm. The young woman knew of his nature, though only knew and had yet to see it for herself. But, as the months shone on, she began to rethink her image of him. Despite the tales her dog-eared friend told of his half brother she began to think his intentions half true.
And just as the young woman began to think differently of the young demon her new image of him was shot down. The conversation between the demon and half-demon was undeniably the reason. The young woman's dog-eared friend argued with the demon and the topic was undoubtedly the young woman. And as the young woman heard the demon utter the words that she would have liked never to hear she wept. The young maiden was thought of as a guinea pig and like anyone else she was crushed.
That was yet only the beginning of her woeful love. The young woman was unfortunate enough to see him flirting with a set of younger girls. The young maiden sat through a torturing experience of flirting and hitting on, giggles and kisses. Who would think that the young woman could ever go on after that?
The demon, after a short month of the young woman not talking to him, confessed an apology of sorts. But the young maiden wouldn't hear of it. She didn't accept the apology and refused to love him anymore, though her heart wept. The maiden instead told the demon of her regret, her regret for meeting him, for believing him, but most of all regret for falling in love with him.
And even though the hurt she got a long time ago, she met up with an old friend and old love. Though it had been a one-sided love before, it was two-sided friendship now. The young maiden's old friend heard of her story of what her life had been like and the two sat down and ate lunch. Or that is how the young woman planned it to start, as well as end. Instead her old friend was beaten by the young demon. And in the process the young woman was forced to tell that she no longer loved the demon.
And years passed. The young woman, now a woman, supposedly to have forgotten the demon completely, worked as an associate editor for a news paper. She was happy, though her dojo-artist friend, dog-eared pal and perverse buddy said otherwise. She was paid well and still the maiden she was when she was young. And she clarified herself as happy.
Her friends however were not satisfied with this so called happiness. They began with Valentines Day, sending her presents from him. She was never happier then when she got a gift from him. Next were Easter gifts, and then a Christmas gifts. She believed they were from him, but, they weren't. The maiden's friends put together the gifts in hopes of bringing her spirits up. And it worked. The maiden smiled more.
And the maiden soon learned it was not he who had sent the gifts. And when maiden met with him again the demon spoke of loving her still. But the maiden didn't believe him, and spoke of new and different ways the two had gone. The maiden knew of the demon's success and fiancé (she did work for a newspaper after all.). The maiden said good-bye for, what she thought, was the last time.
The two meet again and the demon spouts words of not marrying a woman he does not love. The demon still states his love for the maiden. And still the maiden does not take his love and repeats her story again. This time stating that he had pushed her too many times and the last time he pushed her too far.
The maiden and the demon's meetings were of course known to the dog-eared friend, dojo-artist pal, and perverse buddy. Not to mention the maiden's younger brother, mother, grandfather (though he doesn't care), and the dog-eared friend's father. And out of them, all became mad. The demon had made it known he was letting her go, and it was already known that the maiden had given up on the demon long ago.
Now the dojo-artist was a patient woman and decided they could use other tactics, though they were long term and could possibly take a while. The perverse man agreed, naturally since the dojo-artist did. The maiden's mother merely smiled and the dog-eared man's father laughed and said he'd watch, leaving the maiden's brother and grandfather to be far too busy to make plans, though the maiden's brother agreed to help when he could. However the dog-eared man was not patient and took matters into his own hands.
An argument was set between the maiden and her dog-eared friend. An argument more or less that stated the maiden was obviously in love with the dog-eared man's (half) brother. Of course the maiden denied it completely. Her excuse being she was no longer in love with him, and he was no longer in love with her. That got the dog-eared man mad.
Of course the argument ended and the dog-eared man believed nothing to have changed. However, things did, and the maiden began to question her earlier statements. Had she moved on? Had she forgotten their love? Did she truly no longer love him?
That's where her memories stopped. So, that was her story. That was their relationship before? She sighed as she sat up in bed. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, she kept waking up and feeling lost, not knowing where she was. Like how she had felt when she first started staying at Taishio's home. She looked out her window and found that is was still dark, though just barely. Sighing Kagome got up and pulled on a warm sweater and left her joggers on. Carefully walking out her room and down the stairs she made her way outside.
Glancing around the area by the shed she scoped out a ladder. Gently, after carrying it towards the house, she placed it against the house's side. After making sure it was sturdy she climbed up and carefully swung her legs over the roof's edge. After getting comfortable Kagome looked towards the west. The sun rise had already begun partially but it was still one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen.
When it was over Kagome sprawled out on the roof. Sighing she admitted to herself that the sunset really wasn't as pretty when you were alone. Next time, if there was a next time, she'd have to bring Souta or her mother up. But until then, she'd just lay here on the roof.
"Ah, there you are Kagome." Kagome glanced at the edge of the roof and saw her mother's head. Glancing at the watch on her hand she realized she'd been up there for hours. It was already seven thirty. "How long have you been up here dear?" she asked. "Come inside, it's rather chilly out." Kagome responded to her mother's command and got up, following her mother into the house.
Kagome glanced at the spot her bags used to be. They were no longer there. "I put everything away in your room Kagome dear." Kagome looked up and was met with her mother smiling at her. "Come dear, breakfast is ready."
Sitting at the table with everyone was something Kagome missed, when everyone was within reaching distance and not half way across the room. Kagome smiled and happily ate another pickle. The normal chatter that was among the table had dispersed when Kagome starting smiling. They knew she missed home, but she was too happy looking.
"Hey, sis, how come you're b—?"
"Souta have some more pickles, they're delicious." Ms. Higurashi said and handed some to Souta. Souta recognizing the sign of 'don't ask questions' just took some pickles and kept to himself. Kagome's grandfather got the message too and kept quiet. Kagome glanced up and looked at everyone.
"What?" she asked after swallowing a mouthful of food. "As soon as Kagome gets home no one talks?" she asked suspiciously.
"Of course not dear, everyone is just a bit tired is all." Ms. Higurashi said happily and took another pickle for herself.
Kagome banged her head against the bar's table.
"Kagome…Kagome…stop." Marisa said plainly with a sigh. Kagome hit her head on the table one more time and left it there.
"No one wants me anymore," Kagome muffled through the table. "I was cheated on by two guys and dumped all on the same day. And I wasn't even going out with one of them!" Kagome grumbled. Marisa laughed and Kagome lifted her head and looked at her. First she gets memories back about her odd, not to mention messed up relationship with Sesshomaru, and then Marisa shares the fight with Kagome.
Koga had started the brawl, so to speak. He may not have thrown the first punch, but according to Marisa, he provoked Sesshomaru. And she had gotten mad at him too. She had blamed him for everything when he had stood up for her. Though he could have done it a better way, she needn't have blamed him for everything. But what did she care now? She growled and punched the bar. It could be all his fault for all she cared.
"Stupid!" Kagome growled her head landing back on the table.
"Get up Kagome." Kagome lifted her head and looked at Marisa. She had said it so seriously Kagome couldn't help but wonder what was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Kagome asked.
"Just needed to get your attention," Marisa laughed. "But," she added, "In reality, you shouldn't be blaming this Sesshomaru completely." Kagome looked at her and waited for her to continue. "I mean, after all, you had stated you didn't want to go out with him. And if you think about it, you cheated on him too."
"But, we weren't even going out…" Kagome said and stopped mid-sentence.
"So why are you getting mad at Sesshomaru?" Marisa asked.
"Yeah," Kagome said quietly. "But he was the one that forced me to stay at his house and endure hours of nothing while he caged me in." Kagome added defensively.
"'Forced'?" Marisa questioned. "I thought you told me that your mom told you to pack up. Not Sesshomaru." Marisa stated. "In reality Kagome, though Sesshomaru is to blame for the majority of it, you played your part in it too." She added. "No one forced you to go Kagome; you were just as curious as everyone else, wondering what would happen. And when things didn't go your way you began to do what everyone does, find someone else to blame. And who better to blame, than Sesshomaru. He'd already messed up before right? Why not pack on the blame."
"Are you trying to pin this on me?" Kagome asked. Marisa shook her head.
"Only some of it." Marisa said with a wink. "But Kagome, from what I heard from your friends he had put a lot of time into making time for you. He took on heavier work loads so that he could spend more time with you. And when he got that chance, you went out with some other guy, Koga." Marisa said knowingly.
"Are you implying I shouldn't be mad at Sesshomaru," Kagome asked. Marisa shook her head again.
"No way!" she said quickly. "You should be mad at him. He may have not done everything wrong, but acting the way he did, you have every right to be mad at him." Marisa stated angrily. "I'm just saying you shouldn't blame him for everything." She smiled at Kagome. Kagome smiled back.
"You do realize, that doesn't help me in the least right?" Kagome asked. "I still got dumped twice in the same day." Marisa laughed.
"Of course I do." She laughed again. "What do you want me to say? There are plenty of fish in the sea?" Marisa laughed again. "I find that to be an absurd saying. There may be many fish in the sea, but when the fish you want is on someone else's platter why try and illustrate the picture of all those other fish when all you can see is the one you want?" Marisa sighed. "If you want me to help you feel better, tonight come over to my house and we'll eat buckets of ice cream and eat tons of chocolate, my treat." Marisa asked as she stirred together a concoction of alcohol.
"Sure," Kagome answered happily.
"Good, no stop acting happy and go home. I'll pick you up." Marisa commanded as she poured her concoction into a glass and served it. Marisa smiled and watched Kagome leave the bar. The real question, Kagome, is which fish did you want?
"You did?" Koga asked into the phone. The person on the other end answered in the positive. "Perfect, keep watch." Koga commanded and closed his cell phone.
"Koga, honey, who was that?" a girl with red hair asked. "Was it about Kagome?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah, it was." Koga responded.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Things are going perfectly. The plans on schedule, the rest is up to those two." Koga answered as the waiter brought their plates of food and placed it before them.
Sesshomaru smirked as he listened to the woman moan as he nibbled at her neck.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tempted him with little pecks. He took her lips fully with his and kissed her. His kisses trailed down her neck and shoulders.
And as he kissed and seduced the woman before him, Kagome was on his mind the entire time. And still he nibbled at her neck, trailed kisses over every square inch of her neck, and let her do it all right back. And even though Kagome's face smiled in his head, the vision he held onto before his long trip, he still explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue. And as the words Kagome had spoken before her memories had vanished he still stripped this woman of her shirt and more than too short skirt. He himself was down to only his boxers.
I love you.
Kagome's words rang through his mind. The words she spoke after they had finally gotten through it all. When they got together, when they shared a house, the words she always said. The words she said before he went to work, the words she whispered right before she kissed him. Those words he always loved to hear come from her mouth. And as he remembered it, he still continued stripping this woman of all her clothes.
And as the memories of her smiles came and left new ones were brought forth. This time, none were happy. The image of her eyes filled with hurt and tears snapped into his mind. He had made her cry so many times. He had messed up so many times. So many of the things that had happened then, had happened again this time around, not only had he screwed up the first time, but the second time was exactly the same.
I hate you!
He stopped kissing the woman and sat on the edge of his bed. She looked at him curiously as he continued to remember when he had assumed she was seeing that guy and he beat him to a bloody pulp. He had made her cry for fear of her friend, fear of what she was forced to emit from her lips, but most, pain staking for him, of all, was the fear of him. All those cruel things he had said about her when he knew he loved her.
"Honey, Sesshomaru, what's wrong?" she whispered into his ear as she licked it. He turned and looked at her with an emotionless gaze.
"Leave." he stated it emotionlessly and commandingly. He had never seen someone get dressed and leave quicker than her. And before her scent left the hall his mind was on Kagome again.
At first, he had used her. She had intrigued him. Refused his advances, no one had ever before, and still hadn't, until she came along. She was the only one he had ever met that wouldn't give him at least a second glance. She was the only one that had held his interest for so long. She was the only one he had ever tired for. She was so many 'only one's, but most of all, she was the only one he would ever love.
He knew what he had to do. Maybe if things had started out the same, they'd end the same, with the memory loss excluded of course.
Taishio glanced down the hall as he watched the girl that had followed so close behind Sesshomaru to his hall, only moments ago, stomp down the same hall, walking in the opposite direction, no Sesshomaru in sight. He smirked as he heard her stomp down the stairs, omitting curses of sorts, all dealing with Sesshomaru. Realizing he was still outside he quickly walked into the room.
"Sorry I'm late," Taishio announced as he took his place at the head of the table. Glancing around her noticed everyone was there. Koga and his fiancé, Ayame were sitting together going over the notes Taishio had provided. Miroku and Sango were arguing over, what Taishio assumed to be about, Miroku looking or fondling another woman. Kikyo's eyes quickly glazed over the notes while InuYasha impatiently tapped his finger. Souta was glancing at a book he brought himself; Kagome's mother was smiling and talking happily with Hojo, while Kagome's grandfather stared at Taishio with a glint of rivalry in his eyes. And Marisa snapped her gum as she cleaned her nails boredly. At the sound of his voice everyone glanced up from what they were doing and looked at him expectantly.
"To start off this meeting, Koga'll tell us his plan." Taishio announced and all eyes were soon on Koga. Koga cleared his throat.
"My plan's already been done. Though we had to cut to a plan B, Marisa here," he waved his hand towards Marisa, "Had to throw in some, it's not all his fault talk," he added. "The plan's still on schedule." Koga announced.
"You didn't do shit wolf," InuYasha announced with a snort. Koga's eyes swiveled to InuYasha and he glared at the half-demon.
"Oh yeah, I didn't see you doing anything mutt face!" Koga retorted. InuYasha stood up from his chair.
"More than you wimpy wolf!" InuYasha growled. Koga pushed his chair back as he too, stood up.
"Shut up dog-breath!"
"Why don't you, shit-face"
"Half-breed!"
"Full bred Moron!"
"Idiot!"
"Stupid!"
"Koga…" Ayame interrupted quietly.
"Go drink outta a toilet boil mutt!" Koga bit out.
"InuYasha…" Kikyo said blandly.
"How's the water, mangy wolf?" InuYasha sneered.
"SHUT UP!" Sango shouted and both closed their mouths and quickly sat down. Ayame patted Koga's shoulder and told him he should have listened while Kikyo looked at InuYasha with a looked the danced with laughter, though her expression told otherwise.
"Alright, for those who don't know what Koga did previously, just take a look in the notes I—"
"You mean book right old man?" Marisa demanded, interrupting Taishio.
"Take a look in the notes provided." Taishio finished. "Koga here," he glanced at Koga with a less than approving look, "Dated young Kagome,"
"Hey, it wasn't for serious!" Koga protested.
"Better notta been," InuYasha retorted quietly, though both Koga and Kikyo heard. Koga glaring at him in return and Kikyo nudging him with her elbow ever so slightly.
"You went on dates. You kissed. You hugged. You made her giggle. You went out." Sango stated and ushered Taishio to continue as Koga protested it was her.
"And," he said loudly hinting for Koga to be quiet. Ayame nudged him with her elbow and InuYasha smirked as he shut up. Koga growled lowly and kicked InuYasha under the table, or what he thought to be InuYasha. Kikyo glanced at him and rose an eye brow. Holding his hands out before him, he waved them defensively while InuYasha snickered quietly beside Kikyo. "As I was saying," he gave a stern glance to both InuYasha and Koga. Both shut up. "The current situation is: Sesshomaru trying to forget Kagome, and from what I saw just moments before we started, is coming along horribly." He smiled and everyone around the room whispered between themselves and their neighbors. "Kagome," he interrupted and all was quiet again, "Attempting to move on. That progress is," he waved his hands to Ms. Higurashi and Kagome's grandfather and brother.
"Well, that's to say…" her grandfather began.
"It's only been a day, I can't tell yet." Souta answered as his eyes wandered to his note book of home work.
"Oh my, she is going no where fast." Ms. Higurashi answered. "She has yet to make it to her room for long though." She added.
"Excellent!" Hojo exclaimed, he had been informed of what had happened and what he'd missed. Naturally when he first arrived InuYasha was a bit wary to accept him and Koga didn't really care to see the man at all, so he instead sat down with Kagome's mother who told him the entire story.
"Since she ain't a clue about that," InuYasha started with a smile leaving the sentence in the air.
"Yes," Taishio agreed. "Now if you'll all turn over your notes," he announced and waited for everyone to turn their books before continuing. Paper brushing against paper washed across the room and then silence. "Alright, you'll find a piece of blank paper there." He continued. "In front of you are pens. Tear out your card and grab a pen." Paper ripping and tearing, along with the clatter of pens sounded out through the room, Taishio joining in the activity. "Put your names at the top of the paper," everyone did, including Taishio. Pushing a tin with a hole in it he pushed it to Koga, who sat beside him. Koga threw his name in and passed it to Ayame, who threw her name in and passed it along. Soon, after everyone had put their name in, the tin was back at Taishio who put his own name in. Shaking it up he opened the lid and turned it towards Marisa, who sat on his other side.
"Kikyo," Marisa read off after grabbing one of the papers. She threw the Kikyo inscribed piece of paper in front of Taishio and looked at him questioningly.
"Alright Kikyo, place your bet. When do you think Sesshomaru'll ask Kagome to marry him?" Taishio asked. The room erupted into a series of shouts and whispers as they exchanged information and dates. Kikyo placed her guess and the next picked was Kagome's grandfather, who placed his own. Souta and Miroku were next in line as everyone in the room was gone through, Taishio, to his dismay, being the last.
The meeting ended after bets on the wedding date and when they were going to get together again were made. The room had turned from a meeting room to a contest room. Arguments were made, most of the time between InuYasha and Koga, and compromises were met. And as everyone left the room with smiles on their faces Sesshomaru walked into his study followed by a shadow of workers.
"I love you, why can't you believe that?"
"Love? You don't even know what love is!"
"I do when it comes to you!"
Kagome's eyes slowly drooped closed as the two characters on the TV began to cry. Kagome stuck her tongue out and looked at Marisa with a bored and lame expression. "What kind of crap did you rent?" Kagome demanded. She had made the mistake of letting Marisa stop at a video store and rent a movie. And Marisa wouldn't tell Kagome what the movie was until they got to her house. The title sounded familiar and Kagome didn't realize why until this scene. It took half the movie for it to click but it did.
"Just wanted you to know that other people's lives were worse," Marisa stated with a laugh. Kagome sighed and ate another scoop of Triple Chocolate Turbo ice cream.
"Doesn't mean mine doesn't stink," Kagome mumbled through a mouth of ice cream. Marisa wagged her finger.
"Which is why we have chocolate and ice cream!" Marisa announced happily. She had picked Kagome up after her meeting at Taishio's home. Kagome was sweeping the entrance when she arrived. Kagome's mother, grandfather and brother had already arrived home long before Marisa and stated Kagome had only come home a short time after them. "Say Kagome, watcha do today?" Marisa asked as she unraveled a chocolate bar with drool hanging from her mouth.
"Went for a walk, why?" Kagome questioned.
"Making sure you ain't plannin' suicide," Marisa said with a straight face and took a bite of her chocolate bar with ice cream smother over it. Marisa squealed with glee as she chewed.
"Why would I?" Kagome laughed jokingly not expecting an answer.
"You look sad," Marisa answered. Kagome glanced at Marisa worriedly. Looking up from her chocolate bar Marisa winked. "You can't actually expect to forget about it that quickly, can you?" she asked before taking the last bite of her chocolate bar. Kagome took another bite of ice cream, this time filling her mouth with it.
She was sad, and confused. Not only were her thoughts about what she had lost, they were about Sesshomaru. She hadn't expected to miss his arrogant ass so much. And all the things he had done for her pointed to the fact that he had loved her. The things she remembered, though filled with tears, showed her he did indeed care. And that he started over and tried to make her fall in love with him again, though using disagreeable tactics showed he was willing to try and prove his care.
And the fact that she had analyzed all her memories, thought about him non-stop and couldn't get him out of her head proved, she loved him too. Even through everything, the tears and the shouts, she still loved the bastard. She missed arguing with him over petty things, she missed the times she couldn't remember but wished she could, she missed…him.
But, it was too late now. She waited too long and his love had expired. He grew impatient. He became weary of wait, and there was nothing she could do but eat ice cream and chocolate while watching other people's love life go down the drain. And she was content to do just that. Wallow in self-pity over the fact that the person she had loved before stopped loving her, that the person who loved her before, didn't love her anymore.
"There's no such thing as falling out of love."
She remembered when InuYasha said that. He said it so sternly so seriously she couldn't help but believe him. And she still did now. Which meant, if Sesshomaru didn't love her now…he never had? He never loved her? Meaning…she groaned and shoved a piece of chocolate in her mouth. She had fallen in love with someone who could never love her back. Shoveling her mouth full of ice cream she could feel her eyes prick and tingle with tears.
Kagome climbed the built-in ladder on the side of the house, and as quietly as she could threw herself over the roof's edge and rolled to the middle of the roof. Ending up on her back she looked at the black sky for a bit. She and Marisa had stayed up all night and Marisa had just decided she'd fall asleep. Kagome would have joined her, and she tried to, but for some reason she couldn't sleep. Thus the reason she was on the roof.
They had talked about things that made them cry either from laughter or just because it sounded sad. Things that had nothing to do with the start of the topic were shared, secrets swapped and a friendship thickened.
Looking to the east Kagome saw the first bits of the sun start to rise. She had thought about waking Marisa up to come watch it with her, and she tried too, but, Marisa wasn't the kind of person you woke up. She woke up herself, or not at all. Kagome shook the thoughts from her head and decided she'd just watch the sun rise.
Though, as the thoughts left her head one made its self known and she wondered if he's watching it too.
And, across the large city, two blocks down, a left and then a right, passed the park was a large home. Surrounding the home's one side was a forest. Beside that forest was a path, well-walked and trampled on. And if you followed this path for a while you'd come to the entrance to another path up the side of a mountain. Should you take this path you'd find yourself with the most spectacular view, of the forest below, of the previous mentioned home, as well as all the other ones, the city that had just begun to sparkle with life and the magnificent sun rise that was happening before your very eyes.
And that is where Sesshomaru found himself. Perched at the edge of the ledge on this mountain staring wonderingly at the rising sun, he sat. And as he tried to shake the thoughts from his head the passing thought of, I wonder if she's watching it too, crossed his mind.
And as they both wondered whether the other was watching the sunrise with them, they smiled as the sunrise started to look brighter and prettier than usual. And as the sun reached the top both shared the thoughts of the other, wondering about the one they loved but thought didn't loved them back.
End of Chappie 11
Ends with both watching sun rise
