IKIGAI
"The reason to be."
Page V
"... InuYasha had to learn a new, superior technique to Kaze no Kizu, and so be able to defeat this demon who had caused fatal injuries to his father, and of course, Totosai didn't say anything about it until the battle was well undergoing and I have the feeling Totosai would do that to us way too often. To realize, suddenly, that the danger InuYasha was risking himself to was even higher than what we thought at first, made me feel an anxiety clutching my chest. By then I should have been used to it, the Sengoku was a dangerous place..."
To remember that moment makes me feel the same anxiety I've just narrated, and I bring a hand to my chest unconsciously.
"Are you alright?" You ask, and I look at you for a moment, as you sway Moroha, whose eyes are still open. She barely spells words, yet she still asks us "book" for us to read to her before sleeping.
I nod, smile, then return to the diary, bringing a bit closer the oil lamp; my sight is not as keen as yours.
"... it was usual to see ourselves, permanently, in the middle of life and death situations. We'd already experienced a few and didn't know everything that awaited us. In part, I appreciate it, I guess that hint of ignorance gave us that resilience we needed to move forward. In this particular case, the worst part was to witness InuYasha turn due to his demonic blood. Every time it happened; I'd panic..."
"You were afraid of me." You interject with a sentence, and I find unbelievable that even today, after everything we've been through, you still think I was afraid of you hurting me.
"Let me finish." I ask you, for the clarity of this will probably reach you.
You keep your brow furrowed in inner dislike, which even if I see it less every time, it still exists inside you. You leave Moroha on the futon, she has fallen asleep. You accept my request and stay seated, observing me.
I go back to reading.
"...my feelings for him had become evident to myself not that long ago, and my heart would freeze at the thought of InuYasha ceasing to be the hanyou I knew, that his incredible nature could be lost."
I manage to perceive how you move, agile, and in two steps taken with the tip of your feet, you crouch in front of me. Your eyes meet me with that implacable depth of your emotions shaping you, and that you deliver with that same incredible naturality I talk about in my writings. You bent, seek my mouth and kiss me until I sigh on your lips.
"I heard you, that day." You whisper, almost on my mouth. "In the middle of the mist of my transformation, I heard your voice calling my name, and that gave me strength and decisiveness, I think that day I knew that... "
Now the one that interrupts you is me, and I am the one demanding a kiss with that same yearning one seeks victory in battle.
A/N
I love to build these moments of their shared memories. And more than anything, I love how their singular visions of the same situation, come together.
Thank you for reading, commenting, and keeping me company in this adventure that is to create.
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
