InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Crushed Organza ❯ Lunar Phenomenon ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer:
HY: Yeah! I finally dropped my lunchtime computer course!
Miroku: Does that mean that you can now devote more time to writing about me? And my awesome virility and sexiness?
HY: Well, yes.
Naraku: Vous mentez! Vous m'avez déjà dit que vous écrivez seulement à propos de moi! C'est injuste, hein?!
Miroku: Ahem. Some of us here are Japanese.
Naraku: Die, houshi!
Miroku: G-gah!
HY: Ah, the sound of one caught in the throes of death. Traversing language and Miroku's exceptionally massive ego. And no, I don't own Inuyasha.

Warning(s): This chapter is not exactly bursting with hilarity. Nor is it filled with angst, so to speak.

A.N.: I just heard the most amazing song! It's called Shell, sung by Bana, and is the opening song of Witch Hunter Robin. I actually wrote this chapter while listening to this song. It's practically, like, a hymn to me now.

As well, in response to seshie_gurl666's review from A Single Spark, Kagome is a CMA, which stands for Chartered Management Accountant. Sorry for not previously specifying. (CPA? The only CPA I know - although not personally, of course - is the Central Planning Authority of the former Soviet Union lol.)

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Chapter Six: Lunar Phenomenon

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I wish. And therefore, I am?

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There was just something so magical and pure about the full moon.

Rendering other celestial objects lacking in comparison, as it bathed the bustling city below in its ethereal glow.

So close. Yet so solitary.

She could feel its enchantment.

Because she too knew what it was like to be alone.

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The icy air caressed her rosy cheeks, as Kagome strolled down the sidewalk, pushing Jaken along in his stroller.

Everything around them seemed to sparkle with a certain charm, as the streets were lined with luminescent lanterns and other vividly hued decorations, strung from up high on buildings and lampposts.

It was almost New Years Eve.

And even the glaring fluorescent street lamps could not detract from the beauty of the world right now.

Kagome longed for this feeling of warmth and contentment to last forever.

But it never did, did it?

Because reality was inevitable.

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Blink.

The traffic light turned yellow just as Kagome reached the curb.

She hesitated, and decided to wait for the light to turn green once more before attempting to cross the street.

Smiling softly down at Jaken, who was busy chewing on a squeaky toy, Kagome didn't pay much attention to the dense, impatient crowd gathering around her.

Until she was accidentally jostled from behind.

Until she lurched forward heavily, her hands flying from the handles of the stroller.

The ground seemed to tilt dizzily from beneath her feet, and she was falling. Falling into the brimming sea of cars, her body gravitating toward the magnetic pull of steel, of glass…and most of all, of doom.

Kagome closed her eyes.

And suddenly, a strong hand clamped firmly onto her arm, hauling her back from the wave of traffic.

She fell awkwardly against an all too familiar chest.

Wrapped in that warm, comforting scent, she could hear the steady beat of his heart, even through the layers of clothing.

Almost against her will, Kagome's expressive grey eyes looked up, to clash against cold, golden irises.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or her own mood, but she felt just a little too vulnerable tonight, and the void in her chest was just a little too, well, void.

So, somehow, that made this encounter seem different than all its precedents. And that gave her hope. As well as fear...of unknown possibilities.

She shivered.

And Sesshoumaru's arms tightened around her waist.

She didn't notice, being too busy searching his eyes. For something, anything that would prove all those years of fruitless waiting worthwhile.

"Sesshoumaru," she began soulfully, "I-"

His aloof demeanor gave her pause.

And it really was always the same. Always, those calm, vacant eyes would stare back at her, any emotions shuttered beneath that look of indifference.

She let out a shaky breath. "Thank you. For saving my life," Kagome whispered, the corners of her mouth quirking in a bitter smile, as she glanced away.

His arms fell listlessly from around her waist.

And at that instant, the distance etched between them seemed more pronounced, more irrevocable and hopeless, than ever.

The light blinked green.

"Be more careful next time," were his only words, as Sesshoumaru turned his back to her, and began to cross the street.

Sorrowful, grey eyes trailed after him, his black trench coat flapping around him, and untamed, silver locks danced wildly, hypnotically with the flow of air.

She suddenly felt unbearably cold.

So it was then that Kagome first felt the bitter wind, swirling resentfully around her, trying to nip and tear at her raw heart.

It wanted to devour her.

And with the neglected Jaken in tow, she ran.

Against the current of pedestrians, against the awful pain in her chest.

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It was then that it began to snow.

Soft, crystalline tears from the empty sky cascaded freely about them, as the shrouded moon let loose its anguish.

I wish.

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Another humourless chapter. Sigh. But at least Sesshoumaru deigned to make an appearance. However brief it may (or may not) have been.

As well, in case you might be confused as to when this chapter takes place, it occurs immediately after Kagome leaves Miroku's restaurant, in the previous chapter.

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