IKIGAI

"The reason to be."

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Page XVII

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Moroha has just fallen asleep, and now you cover her with a blanket to keep the nearing winter's cold from touching her tonight. I feel at peace, watching you two, together and sheltered during a time that has favored us, despite everything we had to go through for it. In that moment, I recall the fragment you left unread, as my hands return to the page with a corner slightly folded, a mark I made, and soon find myself reading it, albeit in silence.

"We decided to depart, in search of Kikyo, who had been captured by Naraku after he managed to regenerate his body, thanks to the Kodoku, a gathering of demons that would fuse with one another." I feel the need to continue, and so know what was it like for you, to live all that. "During our search, we all fell trap of a spell called 'Illusion of Death'. A well-named spell, I assumed, given how it would make us experience that which could cause us the most pain. Sango told me what her own heart made her live, something I never did with anybody else. I think I just wasn't prepared, at that moment, to understand what anger and hate could do to one's soul, nor to find out that I myself was considered an obstacle not only for Naraku… "

"What are you reading?" You ask, as you step closer.

The scent of your hair seems to envelop me, granting me some peace of mind. I keep reading, but this time in a low voice.

"That day, too many things happened that were hard to assimilate, maybe that was why I never got to talk about them with InuYasha. Besides, what could I tell him?" I fall silent, amidst the memory of seeing you hanging from that crevice, the watchful eyes of Kikyo on you, who showed no signs of moving to your rescue. "She was in much suffering back then, and I couldn't leave you alone, wherever you may be. It was… difficult for me to abandon the responsibility I felt, and even so I didn't hesitate of reaching for you." I begin to say, but soon your hands cease my words, there, holding my arm tight.

"You don't need to explain anything to me, I know. I wrote that because it's a fact, on the same level of all others inside that book." Your hands are now a sweet caress. "I've always known how to read your soul. You are kind, and your heart is like cotton candy."

"Cotton candy?" I stop at that description.

I see how your smile is born, then widened, as you lower your gaze.

"They are like sweet clouds, and are usually made of a pink color." You explain.

"Sweet? Like wasanbon?" I ask, feeling on my arm, immediately, your soothing caresses.

Sometimes I wonder if you have some sort of calming hold over me.

"Yes, like wasanbon, although that sugarcane is not used for the sugar I mean." You clarify.

I lean, slowly, seeking your kiss, one of those you reserve to soothe my soul, and in it, I find more sweetness than in the taste of a wasanbon.

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A/N

Kisses

Anyara

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart