InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Naresome no Netsuai ❯ Budding Love ( Chapter 25 )

I'm not even going to write a disclaimer anymore. If you people don't know that I don't own InuYasha, y'all are idiots.

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Aright, I'm running out of ideas, which isn't necessarily a good thing. I still have five chapters to go, after all. However, since I'm good at writing romantic occurrences, I'm going to put one in this chapter. Hope you like it. See you at the bottom of the page!

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Chapter 25: Budding love

 

Aiko walked through the gardens, her hands buried comfortably in her grey sweater's pockets. Her inherited silver hair was drawn up in a high ponytail, resembling the style her Sango-obasan wears. Looking up at a particular apple tree, she stared at its slim branches as the wind whipped through them, wondering and the strength the newly formed buds had to hold on. Scuffing her shoes along the dirt pathway, she averted her eyes from the young tree, and directed them instead to the road in front of her. Her uncle's palace really was something to be in awe of. It was like one they studied about in social studies class, only a lot better looking than the replica they toured on a field trip. The flooring was cherry-wood lathered in a glossy finish, and each room was decorated to a single subject, as were each of their walk-in lavatories. Her temporary bedroom was designed in a modern American-Japanese theme, it's walls painted a gentle autumn pink, a sakura tree in full bloom beautifully painted onto one wall, it's petals flying off the flower across it, as though there was a gentle wind. Towards the bottom of the wall, there was green, painted in the likeness of gently swaying long grass, fresh and new from a rejuvenating slumber throughout the winter season. It was painted so that it seemed that there were various depths, so that it was like looking out into the lush meadow. Above a few `treetops', painted in pastels to make it seem distant and shrouded in mist, was a mountain, coloured in light blues and grays, it's simple presence the finishing touch to this masterpiece.

Off to the side standing before an opposite wall, was a stained cherry wood dresser, its handles gleaming golden in the daylight. The white lace curtains flutter delicately in the cool spring breeze, allowing the sun's rays to penetrate the room, lighting it up with a natural glow. The bed itself was a soft, plush-like mattress atop a firmer box spring made of hay and wood, surrounded with silken sheets, light pink to match the sakura petals, and a downy goose-demon feather comforter. She loved it, and Sesshoumaru-hakufu made sure she slept in it during every one of her visits. Her sister, Mika, slept in her own room across the hall, but she never let Aiko in it, for reasons Aiko didn't really want to understand.

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