Ebony Silks Week 93-Progress (One-shot)
Title : No One Would
Author : Saholia
Theme : Progress
Rating : T
Word Count : 630
Cannon/AU : Cannon
Summary : Mixed signs....possessive hearts. Continuation of http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5075580/1/Intangible
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters
He hadn't come back...
Kagome passed the last water bottle to Miroku, seeing as he'd had to carry her yellow backpack as they made their way through the heavy mountain side. Two months. It'd really been two months now since Kagome had last seen Sesshomaru.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sole remembrance of those lustrous eyes staring back at her, searing her with the possessiveness she'd seen in their luminous depths. Shaking her head vigorously, Kagome humphed to herself. Listen to her....thinking and melting at the simple memory of stupid...beautifully golden eyes. Dammit!
Sighing, stirred towards safer waters...and matched her pace to Inuyasha's. The sun was setting in the horizon, throwing shades of purple and orange across the glowing sky. She saw Inuyasha look her way from the corner of her eye, but ignored him. What could he do...but start asking her questions to which she didn't have answers to.
“I think we should stop now Inuyasha,” she finally said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” was his gruff response.
“Hey, look at all the progress. We've covered so much ground in just one day Inuyasha,” Miroku came behind him, smiling cheerfully.
Kagome smiled and turned, letting Shippou jump from her arms to the ground. Heading towards her yellow backpack, Inuyasha knew exactly what she was about to do, and hated having to be the one to tell her.
“Kagome....I don't think you'll need your bathing supplies,” he muttered, busying himself with gathering stones to make a circle in the middle of the group.
Kagome turned confused eyes at him, “Why not?”
The catch in her voice made the hanyou cringe...damn monk for winning the bet; in the back of his mind he clearly remembered the monk betting they wouldn't be able to stop near a lake or a body of water...he'd of course waved the monk's words overconfidently.
“There's no where for you to bathe...ok” Inuyasha's ears flattened against his skull.
Yelling, “sit's”, and definitively arguing was what Inuyasha expected to hear...instead he received a sigh form the miko. He turned confused eyes towards the monk and lifted a brow.
Miroku wondered if the miko's sudden change of heart was for the benefit or not. Though progress was slow, perhaps she was warming up to the hanyou a bit more...
xXx
Sesshomaru strolled the great expanse of land under his rule. Land his father walked, and his father before him...Such legacies needed to continue. A life alone, in time, meant nothing. Power, fortune, strength, influence, prestige-he head it all. Except one thing: happiness.
He'd heard the word spoken by the humans many times. Thrown so freely amongst each other-even the poorest, it seemed, possessed it. And yet...he did not. Rin was all he had, and even she would one day leave him to find her own happiness. The child was young, and loved him as a father, nothing more. He'd watched his brother for a long time, and hated that he had something that he, Sesshomaru, did not.
Sesshomaru had not much cared for this 'happiness' the humans were so fond of...yet his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted it for himself. And the only one that offered it so freely was the one who traveled with his pathetic brother.
It was a bonus she smelled so delicious. So intoxicated he was by her scent and so enchanted by those lovely bottomless eyes. Her innocence radiated from her in waves, beckoning to him...and yet, he couldn't come any closer. The girl would not hand over her heart so easily...and yet, he was determined. If he could not possess her completely-body, mind, heart and soul, then... no one would.
Author : Saholia
Theme : Progress
Rating : T
Word Count : 630
Cannon/AU : Cannon
Summary : Mixed signs....possessive hearts. Continuation of http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5075580/1/Intangible
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters
He hadn't come back...
Kagome passed the last water bottle to Miroku, seeing as he'd had to carry her yellow backpack as they made their way through the heavy mountain side. Two months. It'd really been two months now since Kagome had last seen Sesshomaru.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sole remembrance of those lustrous eyes staring back at her, searing her with the possessiveness she'd seen in their luminous depths. Shaking her head vigorously, Kagome humphed to herself. Listen to her....thinking and melting at the simple memory of stupid...beautifully golden eyes. Dammit!
Sighing, stirred towards safer waters...and matched her pace to Inuyasha's. The sun was setting in the horizon, throwing shades of purple and orange across the glowing sky. She saw Inuyasha look her way from the corner of her eye, but ignored him. What could he do...but start asking her questions to which she didn't have answers to.
“I think we should stop now Inuyasha,” she finally said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” was his gruff response.
“Hey, look at all the progress. We've covered so much ground in just one day Inuyasha,” Miroku came behind him, smiling cheerfully.
Kagome smiled and turned, letting Shippou jump from her arms to the ground. Heading towards her yellow backpack, Inuyasha knew exactly what she was about to do, and hated having to be the one to tell her.
“Kagome....I don't think you'll need your bathing supplies,” he muttered, busying himself with gathering stones to make a circle in the middle of the group.
Kagome turned confused eyes at him, “Why not?”
The catch in her voice made the hanyou cringe...damn monk for winning the bet; in the back of his mind he clearly remembered the monk betting they wouldn't be able to stop near a lake or a body of water...he'd of course waved the monk's words overconfidently.
“There's no where for you to bathe...ok” Inuyasha's ears flattened against his skull.
Yelling, “sit's”, and definitively arguing was what Inuyasha expected to hear...instead he received a sigh form the miko. He turned confused eyes towards the monk and lifted a brow.
Miroku wondered if the miko's sudden change of heart was for the benefit or not. Though progress was slow, perhaps she was warming up to the hanyou a bit more...
xXx
Sesshomaru strolled the great expanse of land under his rule. Land his father walked, and his father before him...Such legacies needed to continue. A life alone, in time, meant nothing. Power, fortune, strength, influence, prestige-he head it all. Except one thing: happiness.
He'd heard the word spoken by the humans many times. Thrown so freely amongst each other-even the poorest, it seemed, possessed it. And yet...he did not. Rin was all he had, and even she would one day leave him to find her own happiness. The child was young, and loved him as a father, nothing more. He'd watched his brother for a long time, and hated that he had something that he, Sesshomaru, did not.
Sesshomaru had not much cared for this 'happiness' the humans were so fond of...yet his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted it for himself. And the only one that offered it so freely was the one who traveled with his pathetic brother.
It was a bonus she smelled so delicious. So intoxicated he was by her scent and so enchanted by those lovely bottomless eyes. Her innocence radiated from her in waves, beckoning to him...and yet, he couldn't come any closer. The girl would not hand over her heart so easily...and yet, he was determined. If he could not possess her completely-body, mind, heart and soul, then... no one would.