Doubts by Madison {Drabble #93}
Since her little flower confession, he had been unable to block her from his mind. Traveling with her did not help the situation either. Everywhere he went, there she was, walking and talking as if nothing had occurred.
The previous night, he had crushed the white flower, reducing it to nothingness. A part of him refused to accept the situation. His own father had known his demise because of a human, and Sesshomaru had chosen long ago to not walk in those footsteps. Had he not despised the hanyou for all these years because of his tainted blood? Kagome might be a miko but she was a human nonetheless.
He realized that he was perhaps a bit to blame for this whole situation. At first, he had been interested by her knowledge of the future, but without really knowing, he had wanted to find out more about her. There were time were her company wasn’t required, yet he sought it.
Sesshomaru didn’t hate humans, perhaps most of them annoyed him, but he was willing to admit there were exceptions. He didn’t hate what she was, but what they would be. A youkai and a miko? It was even worst than a youkai with a human. She was supposed to fight against his kind to protect humans, she would be going against the very root of her nature, and same went for him.
They weren’t supposed to mingle.
Then came the faithful question; why couldn’t he forget about her?
Everywhere he went she was, everywhere he looked she stared. It was as if she had cast a spell on him, and he was bind with no way out. For once in his life, Sesshomaru had no control over the current events, and it did not please him.
He sighed deeply before glancing at his vicinity, which he thought was miko free. But, a red object near the well caught his attention. Before he knew it, he was marching in its direction. Sesshomaru bent down before capturing the object with his fingers. He stood straight before opening his hand revealing her little neck tie - as she called it if he recalled properly - and his eyes widened a bit.
The Dayoukai brought it to his nose, and gently took in its scent, which overpowered his senses.
At that moment, all hopes of denying her faded.
There was only one certainty; he was hooked.
The previous night, he had crushed the white flower, reducing it to nothingness. A part of him refused to accept the situation. His own father had known his demise because of a human, and Sesshomaru had chosen long ago to not walk in those footsteps. Had he not despised the hanyou for all these years because of his tainted blood? Kagome might be a miko but she was a human nonetheless.
He realized that he was perhaps a bit to blame for this whole situation. At first, he had been interested by her knowledge of the future, but without really knowing, he had wanted to find out more about her. There were time were her company wasn’t required, yet he sought it.
Sesshomaru didn’t hate humans, perhaps most of them annoyed him, but he was willing to admit there were exceptions. He didn’t hate what she was, but what they would be. A youkai and a miko? It was even worst than a youkai with a human. She was supposed to fight against his kind to protect humans, she would be going against the very root of her nature, and same went for him.
They weren’t supposed to mingle.
Then came the faithful question; why couldn’t he forget about her?
Everywhere he went she was, everywhere he looked she stared. It was as if she had cast a spell on him, and he was bind with no way out. For once in his life, Sesshomaru had no control over the current events, and it did not please him.
He sighed deeply before glancing at his vicinity, which he thought was miko free. But, a red object near the well caught his attention. Before he knew it, he was marching in its direction. Sesshomaru bent down before capturing the object with his fingers. He stood straight before opening his hand revealing her little neck tie - as she called it if he recalled properly - and his eyes widened a bit.
The Dayoukai brought it to his nose, and gently took in its scent, which overpowered his senses.
At that moment, all hopes of denying her faded.
There was only one certainty; he was hooked.