Its huanting me..
His mother snapped her fingers, and they were in the house of the moon.
Kagome sat in a heap on the ground. "I'm sorry," She said softly.
"I suppose it was a better reaction than you fainting," His mother stated.
Kagome looked up at her. "Is he here?"
"He who?"
"Sesshomaru,"
"If he was, would you want to see him?"
Kagome looked down; a small puddle of tears formed on the white-marbled ground.
"I, I dont know,"
His mother crossed her arms.
"Was it you who left all those things," Kagome asked, slightly confused and tired.
"Why would you assume it was me,"
Kagome looked at her again. "Is he here,"
"Why dont you tell me,"
Kagome shook her head. "I can't feel him. Im just now feeling you,"
"Then you need work,"
Kagome shook her head again. "It doesn't matter how much I practice!"
His mother sighed. "Every magic has an edge, a border, even ours, even his, even when hidden."
Kagome's breath hitched,
"Stop looking for demonic energy itself,"
Kagome closed her eyes,
"Search like you are in a dark room, feel for a bump, a hitch, a glitch in reality if you will,"
Kagome did, and then she felt it, so many bumps, it was like bumper cars. She grew confused.
"There are not many of us, but those that remind are well hidden,"
"Sesshomaru," Kagome whispered again,
"Do you want to see him,"
Kagome opened her eyes. "If he has been here the whole time and he hasn't come to see me, that means he doesn't want to," She was slightly sad, but what reason would he have?
"You think it's that simple?"
"It should be!" She yelled, then calmed. "But-
"But?"
"I said some mean things to him,"
His mother laughed behind her sleeve. "Do you think you hurt his feelings, Miko? Are we talking about the same prince of death?"
Of course, her words didn't hurt him because he didnt care.
But she did. She closed her eyes. "Yes," She said. "I would want to see him; tell me how?"
But she was met with silence, and then she felt it.
It crept up her spine and pushed down deep into her lungs. She could breath, but couldnt at the same time.
She gasped because it felt good, like a memory that she wanted to drink up, and then her eyes snapped open, and there he was, towering over her, strong, stoic, beautiful, and oh-so-familiar. She had never been more glad to see the man.
It was haunting and she was so afraid he wasnt real "Sesshomaru," She whispered. He glared at her almost before offering his hand to help her up.
She looked at it, then him, then at his hand again. Slowly, almost as if she was scared he would vanish, she slid her small hand unto his and he pulled up her slightly till she was standing.
He did not let go of her hand. She didn't let go of his either.