IKIGAI
"The reason to be."
Page VI
"She's fallen asleep." You say as you cover Moroha, who hugs a mushroom made of cloth you've made for her, to soothe her cries, since she wasn't able to keep the one that Shippo left her with a spell.
"I see. She never reaches the end of the reading." I mention.
I remain with my back against the wooden wall of our cabin. I still hold in my hands the book you've written with our stories and I begin to skip through the pages to look ahead. I've discovered I like to know how you saw the events.
"That's right, today she played a lot with Sango's daughters." You explain and sit by my side. "What are you reading now?"
You try to look at the page under my gaze, and I move it away from you with a smile, as I start to read in low voice.
"... that particular day had been very strange. There was nobody home and I felt truly alone. Naraku was a threat that was becoming heavier, darker, and my powers were now sealed by Magatsuhi..."
"No, don't, I'd prefer if you didn't. Do it later, alone." You try to take the book off my hands. I keep reading.
"... everything was chaos and anguish. InuYasha came and we talked, and although I know that back then my view of things was different, more innocent perhaps, I could have sworn he'd been close to kissing me, but then Souta arrived."
I look at you, trying to appear stern.
"You thought I wanted to kiss you?" I ask.
"Well, I thought... it was... well." It is amazing to me how your cheeks begin to redden with those beautiful pink tones I so much love. "You got closer..."
"I got closer." I repeat, and turn towards you, leaving the book aside.
"And took my hand." I see in your eyes the very memory.
"I took your hand." Just like I'm doing right now, holding it tight against my chest.
"And said you'd protect me." You let out a small but yearning sigh.
"With my life." I remember the whole phrase.
"Yes." You sigh a monosyllable.
"And your brother arrived." I lean even more and feel the moist of your breath touching my lips.
"Yes." Your word fades away, and so does my patience.
"You are right, I was going to kiss you." I confess, and finally reach your mouth.
I move my lips against yours, keeping little touches that caresses and tastes them, like soft delicious bites. I try to do it like I dreamed once. I hear you sigh as you seek more of my touch, with my mouth, with my hand with which I've got you close, and with my body. I caress your tongue and the contact becomes a swirl of yearning that we'll probably quell soon enough. However, now I just kiss you, just like I would have done that day; no, maybe a bit more.
I feel captive of the memory in that instant, and of all the emotion it contained, probably the same as you. I had desired it so much, so many times, and I'd always would rail myself in, waiting for that impeccable moment you so deserved.
A/N
A new piece of what they shared, looking back from what they are now.
Thank you for reading, and keeping me company,
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
