8. The Human Like All Humans
Sesshomaru's P.O.V
Yori.
It had been three days since she'd left him. Sesshomaru was standing by the edge of a cliff as the moon rose high in the sky. She had been so beautiful bathed in its soft white light, her black hair turning almost the same silver as his, her soft brown eyes seemed to sparkle. And here, alone, Sesshomaru went over all that had happened between them.
He looked at his hand; he could still feel her body as he held her. He sniffed the air, hoping that just maybe he would be able to catch her scent, if only for the reason of smelling it; the sweet smell of perfection. What are you thinking? She is a human, the human like all humans. But no matter how hard he wished he could hate her as he said, he couldn't. He missed her presence, he missed the way she looked at him, he missed the way she giggled when he'd hit Jaken.
She was right, he was a fool. He had her and he let her slip away, slip right through his fingers.
He remembered their kiss. He knew a kiss meant everything to a mortal girl. He also knew that under normal circumstances, he would never have acted the way he did. But there was something in the air that night, something about the blush spread across her cheek; something about the way she looked at him as she spoke, something that drove him insane. He remembered how he felt as if he needed to be close to her, and his happiness when she let him hold her. He remembered the feeling of her soft hair tangled around his fingers, the feeling of her lips on his. He remembered how his anger flared when he'd been given the choice between her and Rin. He'd gone to the castle with the pure intention on killing Naraku. And then she'd saved him. He missed her.
Walking around this world without her, it pains me more than I care to admit. What is it about this girl that I would lose my control and show affection the way I did? What is this feeling in my chest, it pulls in the direction she walked. Why do I feel guilty when I see the tears hanging in Rin's eyes, when I notice that she's not her usual self? Who is this girl, Yori, to me? The wind began to blow and his face suddenly felt cold. He slowly brought his hand to his face and touched the water that had appeared there. Who is this girl to me that simply her absence can make me shed tears? I have never done such a thing in my life. And though only one falls, it falls for her. Sesshomaru remembered how it hurt him when she thought he wouldn't come for her. He could still, even now, feel the anger that'd ran through him when she told him she was leaving. Why had he let his emotions control him like that? And how did she feel about it. The feeling of the tip of her sacred arrow still lingered where it pressed against his stomach softly. She was shaking as she spoke, she was crying as she spoke. What was she feeling? Anger? Sadness? Fear? How does she feel about me? If I found her, would she forgive me for telling her I hate her? I shouldn't have said that.
Sesshomaru looked to the sky as the wind blew and he inhaled deeply the fresh air. Something about the wind. It seemed to carry Yori in it; it seemed to carry her very soul in it. She was the wind; she moved like it, she moved with it.
Mother, you were wrong. We are the fools like Yori has said. We never see what we have; we only see what we don't. And I will not let her slip away as I have let so many good things in my life. I need her smile, I need her touch, I need to feel her heartbeat beating with mine. I need her. He turned around and walked back towards camp, his mind made up. He needed to find her; he needed to stop this longing that his heart harbored. He would find her, and when he did, he would ask her to stay with him. He would ask her to travel with him until he met his goal and he would stand by her with whatever she needed. And he would protect her as he should. His heart belonged to her, he realized that now. And he realized that these feelings were overtaking him because he loved her. He loved her, so he had to find her. Father was not a fool, he was not weak. He was strong; she made him strong- the human like all humans.