PMF
A/N: Hi, faithfull reviewers and welcome new readers! This chapter will most likely be short, and so will the next until I've reached the actual climax/twist of this story. The chapter after this one,depending on if I end at a good point, will resume longer chappies. If anyone's interested in assiting me with PMF new directions or simply would like to become my beta or even would like to bounce ideas around with me, I'd be super grateful. PM me or review either works with me ;}
I don't know why I feel obligated to spill, but I broke up with my boyfriend of Halloween of last year. Typical cheating/fooling around with a bully of mine, type of story. It really hurt me, because my boyfriend and I were really good friends as of 3 years. So, I guess what I'm saying in a a round about way is that it became harder for me to want write because writing was something special between me and my Ex-bff-bf. But..during that time of sadness and hurt, my creatibe vibes started firing up again, and now..I'm ready. Ready to return to my beloved world of stories. I'm still in HS, but I only have one more year to go before I can kiss good bye my adolescence.
Man..to all that remain steadfeast to my little story, or stories, thank you. To all that PM me randomly to check and see if I still exsisted-thank you. I hve a bunch of new ideas and directions for this story. All I can really say without giving up to much is, hold on tight, because once I get started I won't be able to stop until my vision for this is done.
Have a wonder full day, and just know, you are special, you are loved, and you are beautiful.
Kagome slowly tried to open her eyes, the feeling of her eyelids were like that of lead. She struggled, her fighting spirit aiding her, when light spectrums finally orgnized themselves into recognizeable shapes. She was exhausted, and her body ached but it was worth it.
Her family..her mother stood stiff,by Kagome's right side. Her indigo eyes were strormy with quite rage, her fist, clenched in anger, hung at her sides. But she was still as beautiful as ever, her long peppered black tresses were free,wild, and messy, instead of its normal straight and neat fashion..she wore a pastel pink haori that was adorned by white flowers, a plain white button up, and form fitting black slacks that slightly accented her mother child-bearing hips. Her father stood, well crouched really, over her quitely seething mother, his huge and burly form dwarfing her Moms petite 5"10. His face was hidden into the crook of his wife's neck, his peppered hair braided into a high pony tail. He also wore a simple white button up shirt, a black apron with several pockets, and khaki could tell because his leg tattoos(A large black demonic dog, and a poem written in kanji.) were exposed. her Kagome smelled salt, and realized her strong Papa was crying, but no sounds came from him. His burly form vibrated, and her heart broke several times over for him.
Her twin cousin-brothers stood across from their mother. Kouga was surprisingly relaxed..But Kagome noticed the trademark twitching of his left eyebrow. His hair was in its usual shaggy low pony tail and long side swept bangs, his blue eyes were light and worried, and he wore a light grey colored button up shirt, folded at this elbows, and dark blue jeans that huged his claves, and thick leather bands that drew attention to his arm holding on to his brother. Ginta on the other hand, was hunched over, leaning on to Kouga side. Tears fell like a water fall from his huge brown eyes, his short dark hair accented with grey was tangled with his hands shaking and pulling on it. She could barley see his clothes, but he was wearing a dark grey t shirt with a long sleeve green shirt underneath, and the same dark blue jeans that huged the calves...and then she saw her daughter. Her beautiful shoulder length silver hair..her hazelish amber eyes shining brightly with unshed tears, her face pink with crying. Her clothes were rumpled, but she looked great. She wore a oversized pink sweater that was shreaded at the shoulders, light wash blue jeans, and was leaning into..Sesshoumaru.
And he looked beautiful. In a dark and haunting way. A scar, angry and red ran from his hairline (which was oulled back into a high pony tail) down to his coller bone. He wore his a clean black button up, rolled up the elbows, and a grey sweater over top. And simple black pants. Her eyes wondered back over at his face, and she was happy to see slow tears falling from his face. At least he seemed more..human. His arm was wrapped around Asumi, his face was..pained.
She reached for his face.
She didnt know she looked aweful. She wasn't aware that she looked like death, with her listless black hair. Or that her skin was sweaty and gross. Or that long slashes ran across her neck, and a single one from her right side of his face, from her hairline to her neck. It was god aweful. Deep purple bruises encased her neck, making it hard for her to breathe normally on her own, so a tube was in her throat and it pumped oyxgen to help her breathe better. She didn't see herself at all. All she saw was Sesshoumaru, hauntingly beautiful with his tears.
Tears. Actual tears for her.
Of coruse she remembered everything that transpired between them. She wasn't a sissy. Just because he cried didn't mean she was foing to run back to him. But the action reminded her of the old Sesshoumaru. It was a step. Abit late, but he started, qnd that was what really counted. From the sweet begining to the end. But..at this very moment in time, she simply chose to not deal with it. She wanted relish and flavor this moment-their completed family. But more importantly..she wanted to rejoice in the fact that she..could finally say the desire in her heart and incomplete soul..
She loved him.
Her astro body slowly drifted forward..touching Kouga's tear stained face, caressing Ginta's hair, briefly hugging her mother's soft middle, kissing her Father's hair, cupping her kakudan's and giving her an eskimo kiss, before finally resting upon her beloved. Her hand reached and finally stroked his face.
She didn't know that they couldn't see her. But she could see them, and that was all that mattered.
E/N: I honestly though that I was going to end at 100 words..like those hated-but-loved drabbles. The last chapter's translation: Don't take her! Please! I am the Sinner!
Haori- looks like a robe but ends somewhere around your waist.
Word count: 1,153
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