InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Deeper Destiny ❯ Chapter 13

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A Deeper Destiny: Chapter 13


Disclaimer: Inuyasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi. Ai no Uta is performed by Every Little Thing. I don’t own the song or the show.


A/N: I’d like to say thank you to all the wonderful people that reviewed so far! I love you all!

Mareo sighed and sunk further into the cushions. It had been a week since he’d returned from his mission. A week since he’d made a fool of himself. Stretched out upon the pile of cushions in one of the many entertainment rooms on the first floor, he yawned, and slowly sat up. He reached for the cup of sake on a nearby tray, but froze in mid-reach as soft footsteps passed by. He watched the feminine shadow cast upon the thin rice paper of the shoji door as it passed, catching a whiff of an interesting scent. Sakura blossoms in their peak season, accompanied by sunshine and a whisper of morning dew. His brow furrowed, it was rare for anyone to carry such a vivid, natural scent. His violet eyes widened as he recognized the scent as being Lady Kagome’s.

Getting up slowly, he ambled over to the window. This room was adjacent to the gardens, and the Kagome was one who spent many an hour there. As expected, she soon appeared in his line of vision, seating herself beside the pond. She sat in the shade of a tree this time, bathed in shadows and mottled with small patches of sunshine. The wind carried the tune she was humming to his ears, and he immediately recognized the song she had been singing when he’d first encountered her. That song... About flowers?

Mesmerized, he left the room, crossing the polished wood of the terrace; feet moving on their own and guiding him to the figure beside the pond. He stood directly across the millpond from her, but her attention was focused on the embroidery in her lap. Without even looking up, she called out.

“Good morning, Mareo. What brings you to the gardens this early?” He chose not to reply, instead he studied the sitting figure. She was wearing Chinese robes today, and a rather intricate one to boot. The traditional three layers of low cut dress, short inner robe with long sleeves, and outermost robe were gold and white of course. This one was embroidered with dragons, all of them curling round her slender form. Half of her hair was put up in an elaborate bun, complete with ornate golden pins. She was definitely a beautiful Chinese princess, albeit the fact that she had striking blue eyes and Japanese features. His breath caught as the very same eyes he’d been thinking about were soon staring into his own amethyst orbs.

Kagome’s needle paused in her stitches as she realized Mareo had yet to answer. Looking up, she resisted the urge to blush as she caught sight of the raven-haired demon standing across the pond from her. He stood casually, navy blue haori hanging loose in the breeze, revealing a well-defined chest and chiseled abs. His long, jet-black hair hung over one shoulder, his bangs dancing before his eyes in the light wind. His eyes... Multi-faceted shades of the darkest purples and plums. Blinking, she regained her composure and smiled politely.

“Would you like to join me?”

Returning the cordial smile, Mareo nodded and stepped forward, on to the surface of the pond. Kagome giggled as he made his way over. As he stepped on to dry land, he bowed dramatically and plopped down gracefully beside her, resting on his elbows.

“Show off..” She muttered under her breath, but her remark did not go unnoticed, caught by his demonic hearing. Mareo chose to ignore her comment, instead looking over her shoulder at the embroidery in her lap. Upon the swatch of creamy, off-white cloth, she had stitched Sesshoumaru, standing amongst a few trees and looking up at the rising sun. Her sewing was incredibly detailed and meticulous and her colors perfect. The bluish tinge in Sesshoumaru’s silver hair was just right, and just slightly shone gold in the early morning light.

“Your embroidery is remarkable,” he stated, voice completely honest and bearing no sarcasm, “and your stitches are so tiny too!” The miko chuckled, cerulean eyes twinkling. She covered her mouth daintily with her hand, but pulled that back and looked dismally at the red paint and gold powder that had smeared onto her hand.

“Yes well, I spent a good five years in China. Embroidery was like a ritual there. I admit when I first started out, my sewing skills weren’t so great. But mother.. Uh, the Empress, was very patient with me.” Mareo nodded, still captivated with her sewing.

“If I may ask, Lady Kagome, why do you wear your Chinese garments today?”

“Please Mareo, just Kagome is fine. As for my clothes, I am taking Rin to visit her friend in the Northern Lands today, and she asked me personally to wear them. I think she just wants to show me off like a new doll or something.”

“Who wouldn’t? You really are something else, Kagome-sama.” Her cheeks rose a notch in color, but she didn’t fail to scold him.

“No ‘Kagome-sama’ either!” Shaking her head, she turned back to her sewing, adding gold stitches to the trees to show the morning light reflecting off the leaves. As she did before he arrived, she began to hum that tune. Mareo listened silently, eyes closed.

“That song.”

“Hm?”

“That song you were singing when we first met... Can you finish it?” Curious sapphire eyes were cast upon him before she looked up at the branches above them.

“Alright then,” she said as she stood up, “follow me.” he followed her as she strolled back to the palace, stepping onto the terrace and entering the room that was right next to the one he’d previously been in. As he steeped into the room, she pushed the screens away so that the entire room was open to the garden’s view. Setting her stitching down on a low table, she seated herself at the grand piano at the head of the room.

Her fingers danced upon the keys, filling the room with its slow notes. Azure eyes disappeared behind pale eyelids and her lips parted in song;
Kono chi ni chikara o No ni hana o Kokoro ni ai o...
Nee
kono mimi o
oshiatete
kikoeta
Inochi no zawameki Sou oboeteru
atatakana
kodou ni
tsutsumareteta koto
Dare ka no koe mo,
dare ka no kizu mo,
kikoenai FURI o suru Sonna minikui KAO ni
damasarenaide Ima SUGU ni
ai ni ikite

Her voice lingered on the last vowel as the notes from the piano sped up and increased in volume. Her foot began to tap unconsciously, her head began to nod. Mareo watched silently, spellbound.
Kono yo ni umarete Anata no me ni Nani o utsushite
Ima kono chi ni chikara o No ni hana o Kokoro ni ai o...
Nee
kizutsuita
sono hane o
iyaseru sube sae shirazu ni Sou doko made mo
bokutachi wa
aruite
mata sore o seoi
Sesshoumaru stopped in place as he strolled down the open hallway to find Kagome. Hearing her voice, as well as the melody of a piano, he silently made his way closer to an open entertainment room. Peering in, he saw Kagome sitting at a piano, looking regal in her golden Chinese robes. He caught movement from the corner of his eye and found Mareo standing in the back of the room, engrossed in the miko’s song. His eyes held a delight he’d never seen before, his awed gaze almost child-like. Almost. Moving back, he closed his eyes and listened to Kagome’s song.

Donna jidai mo,
donna basho demo
tashikana
ai wa aru Dakara furueru koto mo
nageki kanashimu
koto mo nai Ai no naka e
Namanurui kaze ni Utare boku wa Nani o nokoshite
Ima kono chi ni chikara o No ni hana o Kokoro ni ai o...
Soshite Dare ka no koe mo,
dare ka no kizu mo,
kikoenai FURI o suru Sonna minikui KAO ni
damasarenaide Ima SUGU ni
ai ni ikite
Mareo glanced at her forgotten needlework, laying upon the low table. The Taiyoukai stitched into the cloth looked just as regal as he truly was in real life. Kagome’s song echoing in his head, a thought crossed his mind. “She... Loves him?”
Kono yo ni umarete Anata no me ni Nani o utsushite
Ima nama nerui kaze ni Utare boku wa Nani o nokoshite
Kono chi ni chikara o No ni hana o Kokoro ni ai o...

As both her voice and the piano faded, Mareo blinked and allowed the smile to fade from his face. He stared silently at Kagome’s back for what felt like a short eternity before clapping.

“You’re one of a kind. Kagome.” Unbeknownst to Mareo, Kagome smiled when he used her name. “I take it that song was meant for the one in your embroidery?” Kagome spun around, cheeks red.

“Wha-- What?!” She spluttered, getting up and grabbing said sewing, stuffing it into her sleeves. “Don’t be silly,” she scolded, composure regained.

Sesshoumaru’s heart began to race as he listened in on their conversation. Who was that song for? Who was the person in her embroidery? Tendrils of insecurity and doubt wrapped around his heart and constricted. Taking a deep breath, he strode forward, stopping at the open doorway.

“Kagome,” said miko spun around in surprise, “I’ve been looking for you. And you as well, Mareo.”

A/N: Working on chapter fourteen right now, please be patient!! By the way, I might prolong the story a bit. So the completed chapters 15-17 will now be chapters 16-18!


Ai no Uta [Song of Love] by Every Little Thing

This world is filled With the perfume of flowers. I feel love
Don't you hear that soft sound -- Follow the joyful beat of my shy heart.
Who was that voice? Who said those unkind things? That insensitive facade was a mask. Now love touches me.
In this twilight, I see you, Share everything.
Now this world is filled With the perfume of flowers; I feel love
My wounded soul could heal if I only told you I would follow you and bear your burden
No matter how long, No matter how distant, Your love continues. Though sorrows or troubles pursue, Love endures.
All I have is My song Carried on the tender wind.
Now this world is filled With the perfume of flowers; I feel love
And Who was that voice? Who said those unkind things? That insensitive facade was a mask. Now love touches me.
In this twilight, I see you Share everything.
Now The tender wind Carries my song.
This world is filled With the perfume of flowers; I feel love.