Happy New Year's Eve everyone! Hope you're having a fun time where ever you are and I hope you all have a positive outlook for 2015 too c: ~
He rested comfortably in his futon, a lone candle illuminating enough of the room to allow Inuyasha to read the small leather-bound journal in his hands. There would be no sleep tonight for Inuyasha, his mind was consumed by a plethora of thoughts exploding each second. He'd begun by reading a random page outside the shrine, the moment he realized the writer was talking about him he was overcome.
He read that page repeatedly, then went on to read the next flurry of pages that continued on about the girl's fascination with him. Never before had he been spoken of in such a manner before, women tended to curb away from him, preferring to linger over his brother instead. It had impacted his view of women, he saw them as physically weak versions of men, he choked all of his desires long ago opting to dedicate himself to his work.
The decorated words on the page brought him out of those despairing thoughts, he clutched the small journal to his chest and sighed. There was a connection between him and this girl, she had suffered through a lackluster life not being able to pinpoint what was missing; and then she met Inuyasha. A blush dampened across Inuyasha's face as he tried to visualize what the girl looked like. She wasn't present today when he had come to collect the furniture, and her mother always kept her upstairs during meetings.
She'll have long hair, he thought, eyes closed in bliss he tried to manufacture his own image of her. Long dark hair, eyes that are brown, they'll be large and searching. In a flash he thrust the book above his head once again to venture through the lines of writing, wondering if she ever wrote about how she looked. She called herself fat, 'stocky', she called herself unflattering terms that caused him to furrow his eyebrows. He doubted they were true, she wrote the beautiful words about him but couldn't write such things about herself, it intrigued him. He thought for a second, what if they were true. In his head he saw a plump red-faced heap of skin huffing over him, a unscrupulous mess drenched in lice covering her scalp.
As if to repent, he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, bringing the soft book to his lips to give it an apologizing peck. He wouldn't care what she looked like, he would look past it, not even ignore it. Inuyasha would embrace all of her features, he'd seen her heart written on paper and that was all he desired. He would -
These thoughts were interrupted by a slide of a tatami door, a few giggles that belonged to some strange woman without a doubt, and then the deep plunging footsteps he knew belonged to his brother. Inuyasha jumped onto his feet, determined to have a conference with his brother before he indulged in the whore he brought home this time. There was no surprise in Inuyasha's face when he found some floozy hanging off his brother's shoulder, completely consumed by alcohol and her own human lust.
"Inuyasha, you're still awake I see," Sesshomaru spoke emotionlessly, though he didn't stop his walk towards his own private room.
"Sesshomaru I have business to speak of with you," Inuyasha interjected with more force, Sesshomaru looked up in response to that. He directed the woman to his room then motioned Inuyasha to speak.
"I've decided that we should forgive the Higurashi debt, they have something of use to me," Inuyasha told, his claim was impeccable, his tone left no room for argument. Sesshomaru, now intrigued, actually bothered to give Inuyasha an interested glance.
"The shrine-keepers? It's a bad business move to do so, they have nice land. We will get much money for it, what could they possibly have that could be of use to you brother?" Sesshomaru spoke, his avid interest poisoned with drowsiness. He was clearly in no mood to fight with his brother, but he couldn't see his brother's logic.
"Their daughter, I will marry their eldest daughter," Inuyasha responded deftly, and with that he stormed back to his room. Finally getting the burden off of his chest, he said it out loud. He wouldn't take any of Sesshomaru's criticism on the topic, they would go see the Higurashi family the next day, they would discuss the proposition. He would give Sesshomaru no room to argue.
Sesshomaru stumbled to his room, ignoring the nude woman waiting for him in his bed. He fell onto the opposite side of the bed and showed the woman his back indicating he was in no mood tonight.
"W'aas wrong Sesshy?" a drunk pout came from the woman.
"Not tonight," Sesshomaru grunted, and shut his eyes for the night. He was lost, his brother had never indicated any interest in women, in romance, in marriage, and suddenly he was determined to take a poverty-ridden client as a bride.
I've found a treasure today, he forgot his writing feather today when negotiating new terms with Father today. Before anyone could've taken notice I swooped downstairs and stole it, now I'm writing with it. Oh the ecstasy I feel knowing my hand gropes the same feather his own hands cradled not too long ago! It's almost as though we've held hands.
Mother and I got into a spat yesterday, I asked her why Father owes so much money. Of course I couldn't ask directly of the tax-collectors, this way was sneaky, I'd get information without her knowing of my feelings. Mother was quite frazzled when I asked, she spoke with with spite that irked me to anger, though I tried not to let it show. She said the tax-collectors were businessmen with the intent to ravage the country and take its spoils from themselves. It can't be, it's father's fault he took so much money he didn't need. Mother smacked me upside the head for that remark, I'll never forget the pain that brought! She said that tax-collectors broke apart families, they took food out of the mouths of children.
I can't see the image of my love stealing bread from a child, and despite that I know somehow that my mother might not be lying. I've noticed the many changes in the house, Rin and I share a futon, Mother rarely makes anything other than rice, and quite often she sends me off to the Akitoki house to ask for spare salmon. I can't blame him, even if he takes he must also give. He's given me so much to look forward to, I don't cry under the moon anymore, things that upset me before seem more petty now. I'm starting to care less of what the village boys think of me. This happiness is something he gave me, that's why this love is so important to me.
He can't be a bad man, I can tell from the way he walks up and down the stairs, the way his hair waves gently, that he must care for something. He cares, therefore I care for him in the manner which I do.
- Kagome