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Title: It will be all right... I think.
Author: Chante-chan
Theme: Cotton
Genre: Cannon Universe, angst, friendship, general
Rating: G
Word Count: 778
Warnings: None
Summary: Kagome picks up some hobbies after the well closes and Naraku is done away with... And Sesshomaru messes with her head.
A/N: None
I sat with my small, albeit strange group. In our ranks was Shippo, Sango, Miroku, Kirara, Inuyasha, and to my dismay, Sesshomaru, who irked me every chance he got. But I was not to be deterred from my wishing that I could have fun and enjoy my time here in the past.
Sesshomaru, on the other hand, made it his job to ruin the very thought of an effort of trying to enjoy myself. Darn him.
It was quite sad really, that I could find no peace, and have not found peace while in the past for nearly two years now. Two years of being distraught. Two years worth of arguments and fights have come to pass. Two years worth of his stupid smirks and saucy replies to whatever slightly witty thing I could come up with. Well, to say that this has left me frazzled would be quite the understatement.
I have, sadly, taken up a few hobbies to keep myself from losing my mind. I have started sewing, knitting, and weaving; three mind numbing activities that leave me a lot of room to think. These things I do when we have no wild goose chase to partake in and no leads in the reconstruction of the jewel, the second try.
Naraku had been killed long ago, and now all that was left was that damned jewel. I cursed that thing, hated that thing, but honor and obligation forced me to comply with the wishes of Midoriko and Kaede.
So I would sew, and weave, and knit, and all my troubles would fall away. Even the closing of the well didn’t seem too bad while my hands were occupied and my mind focused only on the back and forth movements of my hands. And this is what I was doing, and what I would do until that jewel was finished.
And this is why I had been so frazzled. My calming back-forth was interrupted and my calm humming was distorted. They would not quiet, would not sush so I could focus on the motions.
“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” I hollered, my calm broken. I even missed a stitch!
“Woman, You know not your place…” Sesshomaru growled at me, his eyes beaming a never ending glare at my general direction.
I shot him one back, my eyes blood-shot and my face contorted into a frown. We sat like that for many long minutes.
I rose to my feet, and in doing so, my hand fisted in my half finished afghan, and my eyes shooting daggers into his retinas.
“Sesshomaru, I am sick and tired! Tired, dammit!” I shouted at him, tired and wound up tightly, like the coil of a spring.
“Woman, you will hold your tongue, lest you loose it.” He said, with that air about him, confident and cock-sure.
“No, demon, You shall hold your tongue, lest I bite it off.” I growled back at him.
Before I knew it, my hands were empty where there had been an afghan in them before. I noticed neon green in the corner of my eyes, and turned, horrified, at the green goo that had once been a show of my love and devoutness.
Tears streaked down my face as I cursed him, “You bastard! You bastard!” I shouted, turning again and leaving the hut. How dare he!?
A few moments later, I sat on the forest floor, tears pouring from my closed eyes. I didn’t return to the hut that night, or the night after. I sat and thought and cursed and damned and forgave. I got over my anger, after finding that the afghan was not the plant to my CO2, and that destroying it didn’t release those poisonous gasses back to me.
But as I walked into the hut, I found a package waiting for me. There was a note attached:
Dear Kagome, Sesshomaru-sama said he was real sorry… Well, Sesshomaru-sama didn’t say it, but Sesshomaru-sama was thinking it. Sesshomaru-sama got all these pretty yarns for you so you wouldn’t cry. Then Sesshomaru-sama even wrapped it, and did it with his one hand! Well, Thank you for reading and Sesshomaru-sama still wants to be friends.
You’re Daughter, Rin.
And, with that letter, I knew that I would be all right. I knew I could, if Sesshomaru could feel guilt, even if there was no permanent harm done…
But he was gone, no sign or trace of Sesshomaru left in the small hut. Or, even that of his ward, or the stupid kappa or Ah-Un. And I felt a hollow-ness that was unknown to me… I missed him, in all of his frigidness.
Author: Chante-chan
Theme: Cotton
Genre: Cannon Universe, angst, friendship, general
Rating: G
Word Count: 778
Warnings: None
Summary: Kagome picks up some hobbies after the well closes and Naraku is done away with... And Sesshomaru messes with her head.
A/N: None
I sat with my small, albeit strange group. In our ranks was Shippo, Sango, Miroku, Kirara, Inuyasha, and to my dismay, Sesshomaru, who irked me every chance he got. But I was not to be deterred from my wishing that I could have fun and enjoy my time here in the past.
Sesshomaru, on the other hand, made it his job to ruin the very thought of an effort of trying to enjoy myself. Darn him.
It was quite sad really, that I could find no peace, and have not found peace while in the past for nearly two years now. Two years of being distraught. Two years worth of arguments and fights have come to pass. Two years worth of his stupid smirks and saucy replies to whatever slightly witty thing I could come up with. Well, to say that this has left me frazzled would be quite the understatement.
I have, sadly, taken up a few hobbies to keep myself from losing my mind. I have started sewing, knitting, and weaving; three mind numbing activities that leave me a lot of room to think. These things I do when we have no wild goose chase to partake in and no leads in the reconstruction of the jewel, the second try.
Naraku had been killed long ago, and now all that was left was that damned jewel. I cursed that thing, hated that thing, but honor and obligation forced me to comply with the wishes of Midoriko and Kaede.
So I would sew, and weave, and knit, and all my troubles would fall away. Even the closing of the well didn’t seem too bad while my hands were occupied and my mind focused only on the back and forth movements of my hands. And this is what I was doing, and what I would do until that jewel was finished.
And this is why I had been so frazzled. My calming back-forth was interrupted and my calm humming was distorted. They would not quiet, would not sush so I could focus on the motions.
“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” I hollered, my calm broken. I even missed a stitch!
“Woman, You know not your place…” Sesshomaru growled at me, his eyes beaming a never ending glare at my general direction.
I shot him one back, my eyes blood-shot and my face contorted into a frown. We sat like that for many long minutes.
I rose to my feet, and in doing so, my hand fisted in my half finished afghan, and my eyes shooting daggers into his retinas.
“Sesshomaru, I am sick and tired! Tired, dammit!” I shouted at him, tired and wound up tightly, like the coil of a spring.
“Woman, you will hold your tongue, lest you loose it.” He said, with that air about him, confident and cock-sure.
“No, demon, You shall hold your tongue, lest I bite it off.” I growled back at him.
Before I knew it, my hands were empty where there had been an afghan in them before. I noticed neon green in the corner of my eyes, and turned, horrified, at the green goo that had once been a show of my love and devoutness.
Tears streaked down my face as I cursed him, “You bastard! You bastard!” I shouted, turning again and leaving the hut. How dare he!?
A few moments later, I sat on the forest floor, tears pouring from my closed eyes. I didn’t return to the hut that night, or the night after. I sat and thought and cursed and damned and forgave. I got over my anger, after finding that the afghan was not the plant to my CO2, and that destroying it didn’t release those poisonous gasses back to me.
But as I walked into the hut, I found a package waiting for me. There was a note attached:
Dear Kagome, Sesshomaru-sama said he was real sorry… Well, Sesshomaru-sama didn’t say it, but Sesshomaru-sama was thinking it. Sesshomaru-sama got all these pretty yarns for you so you wouldn’t cry. Then Sesshomaru-sama even wrapped it, and did it with his one hand! Well, Thank you for reading and Sesshomaru-sama still wants to be friends.
You’re Daughter, Rin.
And, with that letter, I knew that I would be all right. I knew I could, if Sesshomaru could feel guilt, even if there was no permanent harm done…
But he was gone, no sign or trace of Sesshomaru left in the small hut. Or, even that of his ward, or the stupid kappa or Ah-Un. And I felt a hollow-ness that was unknown to me… I missed him, in all of his frigidness.