Title: A Christmas to Remember
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and Co.
Summary: "Tell me Higurashi, did you and the mythological Lord have tea together?" Her teacher asked sarcastically. "No professor, The Lord of the Western lands and I never had tea together, although we did spend Christmas together." was her simple reply. S/K
A/N: I hope to be done with most of the revisions today. For those that are curious, I'm pretty much revising Chp 1-11 and will leave the rest the same. The reason for that is due to the fact that the first 11 chapters were written a while ago. The chapters after that, were updated recently.
That being said, the revisions weren't drastic. In fact, they're mostly the same but with just a little editing and tinkering. Hope you enjoy!
"The day is all about everything being perfect and romantic. You exchange gifts with the one you love, cute little presents. Something that is meaningful to them—something that shows them how much you love them. It's also a time to tell the ones you have secret feelings for how you feel about them." The women explained with an expression of eagerness.
Was she truly so excited and eager to explain such a thing to him? How had they even got on this subject? Oh, yes, he had asked what "Christmas" was. Suddenly, the scene changed but the same women remained but with a different expression on her face.
"I fear and dread it." She stated sadly. "I know it will happen, yet it's still my biggest fear." She added on. "No one will remember me. No one."
Sesshoumaru jolted out of bed while attempting to catch his breath. His panicked expression instantly disappeared, only to be replaced with an aloof one. Looking around the room, he took a deep breath. As he quickly got out of bed, he proceeded to the large mirror hanging on the wall. Why did he suddenly have those dreams again? He had not had them for years; actually, it had been over a hundred years since the last one. So why were they once again coming back?
Had he not known the Miko's personality, he would have assumed she put a curse on him. Yet, he knew her well enough to know that she could never be responsible for such a thing. However, if it was not a curse—then what reasons were there for such a reoccurring dream? Had it been a curse, surly it would have been broken after she had died? Would that not have been hundreds and hundreds of years ago? Running his hands through his fine hair, he let out a tired sigh.
"I fear and dread it. I know it will happen. No one will remember me. No one."
Over the last few hundreds of years, more and more questions about the Miko had surfaced and lingered in his head. Even with her being long deceased, he somehow continued to acquire more and more questions regarding her.
It was clear that he would not be getting answers anytime soon.
Sesshoumaru was not one to be easily confused. Yet, that had been exactly what she had done. Confused and frustrated him. Even in death, she had somehow managed to take over his dreams. He still did not have a why.
Why was she haunting his dreams?
She had just been an ally in the defeat of Naraku, and yet, the flash back of her disappearing still lingered in his mind. What had fascinated him so much about the woman anyway? Had it been her interaction with Rin? Had it been the sincerity of her feelings for her? Or had it had been the simple fact that she didn't hide her feelings to impress him? She didn't have to try or pretend to like Rin; she naturally loved the little girl—much like he had. Back then, that had been a rare sight for his eyes.
So this is Christmas.
Sesshoumaru's ears picked up the sound of the music with ease, and his previous thoughts instantly came to a stop. Narrowing his eyes, he opened his door to figure out where the music was coming from—or better yet, why it was on.
And what have you done?
Walking down the hall, he lingered while contemplating whether to follow the music or simply ignore it. As it continued, he decided to follow the sound in mere curiosity.
Another year over
Very few people simply walked into his home without invitation. Raising his nose slightly in the air, he sniffed. Recognizing the scent instantly, he began to calm a little. It seemed that someone had made themselves at home in his living room.
And a new one just begun.
Finally approaching the living room, he smelled the scent of his fireplace burning. Turning the corner into the living room, Sesshoumaru raised a brow at his unexpected guest.
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun.
"Had someone told me 500 years ago that 'The Lord of the Western Lands' would let strangers come into his domain so freely—without so much as a growl, I'm sure I would have thought them to be insane." A deep voice spoke as a man with black hair hung in a low ponytail stood up.
"It's almost as odd as you opening up your home for a certain group…so long ago." Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the implication. It seemed that she would plague him in several ways today. Apparently, allies formed long ago also felt the need to remind him of her.
"Strangers would have been killed, within seconds, had they made themselves as comfortable in my home as you have—Shinji." Sesshoumaru responded simply. The man responded with a chuckle while shrugging his shoulders.
"I thought some Christmas spirit was in order—"The man began.
"You thought wrong." Something was off. Shinji rarely appeared in his home—much less, with such confidence. He was hiding something.
"If I remember correctly—"Shinji began once more.
"I never cared for such childish holidays."
"And yet, somehow, I do remember a decorated tree almost 500 years ago." The dark haired man shot back said with humor in his voice.
"You're reason for being here is?" He was slowly growing impatient. How odd it was that an old ally was attempting to bring up memories that he had just had a dream about. What was the reason for Shinji to keep referencing back to such a time? Sesshoumaru was not sure if he should feel annoyed or curious at the Inus actions.
"Am I not welcome?"
"You would be aware if you were not."
"Oh, I suppose I shall speak of the reason for my visit. I had the most peculiar day today! "He added as he began heading in the direction of the kitchen. Surely, his visiting here was for idle chitchat.
"I met a woman!"
"I have no desire to hear of your relationships."
"Not like that! No, this one was a spitfire. A human."
"Is there a reason you are making yourself at home in my kitchen?" Sesshoumaru once again inquired while following him.
"The human, she defended you—extremely well." He informed Sesshoumaru while grabbing a wine glass. Shinji stared at Sesshoumaru with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Oh, of course, she was defending the 'Killing Perfection'—Lord of the Western Lands."
"I care of this why?" So, the Inu had heard a squabble over a tale of what humans to believe be known as Mythology. Yet again, Sesshoumaru failed to see why this pertained to him.
"Well my friend, for one, she defended you with facts that no human should have ever known." Shinji responded with a mischievous look. The moment those words left his mouth, he knew that he had the full attention of the Lord of the Western Lands.
Oh yes, this was going to be a most interesting night.
A/N: Four more chapters to go! So excited to get back to updating the story.