InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Crushed Organza ❯ Obscurity ( Chapter 3 )

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Kouga: …Shred. She loves me. Shred. She loves me not. Shred. She loves me. Ha! In your face, dog-breath! Kagome loves me.
Inuyasha: Arrogant bastard. Keh. I still have Kikyou.
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Kikyou: Die Inuyasha!
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Inuyasha: Um…Sango?
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Kohaku: Lady, you are embracing me. Blush.
Sango: Aww…kawaii!
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Inuyasha: Kaede?
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Kaede: Ye must learn to work together with Kagome, Inuyasha. Blah blah.
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Inuyasha: Sob. Anyone?
Miroku: Why, Inuyasha, you had only to ask. Wink.
Inuyasha: Ahh! Kaze no Kizu!!

HY: The above is rather meaningless. Unless to prove that Inuyasha is rather promiscuous, and that I don't own him or the anime.

Warning(s): Beware of the dancing underpants! And in Nancy's case, Joe's Boxers.

A.N.: I should be doing my summer French homework. But I ordered takeout. Sesshoumaru wrapped in a neat, little cardboard carton. Portable and tasty. Like Pocky. But fluffier.

Thank you to all reviewers! I wish I could give each of you a piece of Sesshoumaru to share, but Nancy has him chained to her bed, and then booby-trapped the room.

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Chapter Three: Obscurity

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Tick.

Tick. Tick.

She couldn't sleep. Didn't want to sleep anymore.

Partially sprawled on the carpet, Kagome had her arms folded across the broad expanse of the cherrywood coffee table.

And was having a staring contest with the half-empty teacup. All the while reflecting on the meaning of life. If that was what you'd call it.

Blink.

The teacup grinned smugly, victoriously.

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She could still see it. That half-mocking light in his eyes.

The one that made her want to smash his perfect teeth.

Not that she needed an incentive.

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Two hours had passed.

Her grey eyes had darkened perceptibly to a murky charcoal from lack of slumber.

But she still didn't understand. Why she had let him get to her.

Why she felt the familiar quickening of her heartbeat by just being around him.

And why she thought that this time would be any different. Than all the other times he had made her feel insignificant and inferior.

She traced the rim of the cup from which he had drank.

Cold.

As if the warmth from his lips had never caressed the porcelain.

As if there had been no warmth to begin with.

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The teacup gave her no answers.

She didn't comprehend why she had poured it for him in the first place.

It had been an unconscious act of her part. Merely part of a routine.

Except that she wasn't so sure of it anymore.

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Dawn.

The signal for a new beginning.

Yet her thoughts still dwelled on the past.

As the sun rose, giving way to an iridescent array of light across the vast sky, Kagome's wan face was cast in shadows.

Like her heart, eclipsed in shaded turbulence.

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She dreamt that she reached the horizon.

And felt the scorch of the sun, as she embraced its burning brilliance.

The flames consumed her.

And as her vision gradually faded, as her life flickered and dimmed, she saw them.

Glowing twin orbs. Golden like the sun. But they pierced through her, chilling her to the marrow.

It leached her of all feeling.

Numb.

So this was what death felt like.

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Hope this chapter isn't too confusing. Or awkward. It was rather unexpected. Since I don't have a definite grasp on the plot...not that there even is much of one.

Thanks for reading and please review.