InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bravery Without Love ❯ Unforgettable ( Chapter 4 )

Unforgettable

He had frozen in his chair when he first saw her walk in. The liquid black of her hair and the

pale cream of her skin stood out like a beacon among the other people in the room. She

looked just as he had remembered her in his dreams, lovely and delicate. Like a treasure. Her

face beckoned him to run and hold her in his arms again, his hands trembling to run his

fingers through her silk soft mane. To breathe in the scent of warm passion. To finally feel

again the perfection of her body next to his own. Agonizing, yet unforgettable memories

manifested in his mind as her figure came closer. Memories of a lost love, one that he could

never wish to forget. Was it her? Had she come back to him after all this time? Sango bowed

before him but he took no notice of her, only watching the person he loved most in the world.

But when she looked up at him after bowing he could feel his hope shattering like fragile glass.

Her azure eyes were not a warm brown, like his love's had been. And the scent, the scent was

different. The princess smelled of jasmine and night, not warm passion. No....it wasn't her. He

slowly closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. But a deeper pain ran beneath as he

tried to rebuild himself back into the emotionless lord of the west. He kept his eyes closed,

fearing to see the mirror image of his lost love.

"What is your report, Sango?" he said in the most impassive voice he could muster.

"I have the princess...but sir, I believe that Naraku won't pay a ransom."

"I will decide that for myself Sango, you are dismissed."

He could feel a slight wind from Sango as she gave a quick bow and left, leaving the princess

standing before him. But he couldn't go throughout the whole time without looking at her

face. As slowly as he had closed them he opened his eyes. She looked unsure of herself but

held her head high, like a true princess. But her face stabbed at his heart for every passing

second she looked at him.

"Naraku will not pay a ransom for me." she said, breaking the silence between them.

"We will not speak of this in here. A servant shall take you to my room."

With a slight motion of his hand a young girl appeared before him. She gave a bow and began

to walk to the door. The princess looked at him for just a second more, then turned and

followed the servant out without another word. A few more soldiers came in with reports and

he took care of them with a troubled mind. He was trying to delay his meeting with her, but it

could not wait. Not if he wanted to see his love again. He dismissed the rest and stood up.

Most of the people had already left the room but the few who were still there stood up as well

and remained standing till he left the room. His own rooms were situated on the top floor of

the main building. Usually, he prefered to fly up to his windows instead of taking the stairs.

But tonight, just for tonight, he would delay even more time and take the stairs. His steps

echoed in the darkness and millions of thoughts were running through his mind. What would

he say to her? Could he meet her straight in the eyes without feeling his heart break? In a

short time he was standing before the ornate doors leading to his quarters. They opened

before his presence and he reluctantly stepped into the room. She wasn't sitting in the chair

in front of his desk but was standing on his balcony outside. Gauzy curtains billowed about as

a small breeze blew into the room. She was leaning against the balcony lightly, just looking at

the vast land around them. As if she could feel his eyes on her she turned around and met his

piercing gaze. He turned his face away and started to walk to his desk. Small hands pushed

aside the curtains to get into the room and she sat in the chair.

"As I have said before, Naraku will not pay a ransom for me." she said in a wavering voice.

"My intentions do not include a ransom for a princess."

"Then what are your intentions? What use do you have for a worthless princess?"

"You underestimate your own worth. Either that or you do not know the true meaning of why

Naraku wants to marry you."

"My lands."

"He has plenty of land."

"Then why?"

"It is better if you do not know."

"If it has something to do with me, then I have the right to know." she argued.

"You will stay here till the rebellion has won. For no reason are you to leave the walls of this

fortress, if you do then you will be killed immediately."

"What?!"

"I have no qualms about killing females so do not think I will show any mercy to you."

His mouth stung from the words that had just come from his mouth. It appalled him that he

could ever kill someone who looked like his lost love. But if he had to....then he must. She

opened her mouth to say something but he raised a hand.

"Leave. A servant is waiting outside and will take you to your rooms. And do not forget my

warning for it will be issued only once."

"But-"

"Leave!" he spat out, not wishing to see her face again.

Hearing the harshness of his voice she stood up and left the room. He rubbed his face with

one hand, the other resting upon his chest. A broken heart is the worst feeling in the world.

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The same girl from before led her to the floor beneath the leader's quarters. She walked to the

second door on the right and slid it open to reveal a simple room. It was of middle size and

held a futon, a chest of drawers, and a small desk. Nothing more, nothing less. When Kagome

turned around to thank the girl she was already gone, like a ghost. With a sigh she closed the

doors behind her and wearily sat on the futon. That man scared her. It wasn't his harsh voice

or his air of authority that frightened her. It was his eyes that had held a sad love. He looked

at her as if she was the most important thing in the world. In his eyes she felt cherished and

prized, a feeling that she had never felt before. But she also felt like it wasn't really for her that

he was emitting all these feelings. She felt like it was all for someone else, and that's what

frightened her the most. His eyes held so much regret when they had talked in his room,

creating an unknown emotion in her.

"He almost looks like he wished there was someone else in my place." she whispered to

herself.

But the new emotion kept bothering her, preventing her from sleeping. What was it that she

felt when he looked at her? She felt like.....felt like.....*Gah, I don't know!* Who was she to

assume things when this was the first time she had met him? She turned to her side and

stared at the white wall in front of her. Maybe....just maybe she wanted to help ease the pain

and anger in his eyes?

"Maybe..." she whispered one last time before falling asleep.

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