The silence was unbearable. Waiting for a response from her was like waiting for the first rain in the coming monsoons. Absolute silence, waiting, watching, her form as still as death, as cold as ice, it drove him wild. But then, after a pregnant pause, there was a flicker, and she stirred.

A gasp was heard from one of the aids, feeling the flash of her aura, where he held her closer, searching her face for emotion, for a moment of remembrance, hoping beyond words that she would only open her eyes. There was a second of expectant waiting while her eyes fluttered, and his beast, stumbling around happily in his head, was not prepared for what came next. No one was.

She took a breath, opened her eyes, cupped Sesshomaru's cheek in a loving way. And she smiled. She beamed at him, leaning up to touch her lips to his, the lightest of kisses, an explosion of feeling behind the simple touching of skin on skin. And then, just a whisper of sound echoed throughout the room:

"I love you…"

And then, with that hanging in the air, her eyes closed again, and her heart beat one last time, before she was still. And the smile that had filled from Sesshomaru's face fell just as quickly, and her hand slipped from his, landing with a stiff 'thud' on the bed. He sat exactly as he was, waiting for her to open her eyes again. Waiting.

Waiting

After a long while, his servants gradually exited, not wanting to experience their masters' rage when he finally made the connection in his brain that she was no longer alive. He closed his eyes for but a moment, and to his shame he fell asleep.

When he awoke the next morning, he had to lower himself farther to rub his eyes. After blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining things, he found himself hard pressed to keep his jaw from hanging open. Kagome was still as he had left her, but she was different. In fact, as he looked around the room, he noticed that everything was a bit… different. A bit off. The first clue could be that his room was covered in flora. He could smell the growth of moss and ferns that littered the floor of his room, along with a magnitude of flowers. Not only that, but he could hear a faint trickle of a creek.

And she wasn't awake yet, but she wasn't cold. In fact, she was burning hot. He had to hold himself back from moving away from her. He pressed his head to her chest and was excited to find that there was a pulse, almost too faint for him to hear.

He peered out of the room, finding the first rays of sunshine hitting his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking back at her, almost gasping in surprise when his lips met hers. He shrunk back, looking curiously at her, his head cocked to the side as she sat up, noting that her aura was different, stranger, stronger. He could nearly taste the magic rolling off of her in waves.

As she sat up, he could see that her smooth back was no longer smooth. As he peered around her, he noticed the thin, barely perceptible wings on her back, faintly fluttering as she smiled softly. She stretched, and it sounded as though every vertebrae in her back popped. She swung herself around, hopping out of bed, her hair falling to below the swell of her hips. After stifling a yawn, she walked past the flabbergasted Sesshomaru, heading for the door.

"Are you still serving breakfast? I'm starving!"

Short, kinda light hearted, this is all you're getting out of me tonight, !