InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Myths and Legends of Old Japan ( Chapter 14 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilentTaiyoukai 
That miko had been spending a lot of time around him...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 02.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 901 | Visits: 445 | Status: Work In Progress
That miko had been spending a lot of time around him...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 02.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 901 | Visits: 445 | Status: Work In Progress
Their day of playing with Taka and having lunch together was only the beginning. The miko was spending a lot of time around him.
She began coming to his apartment almost everyday around noon, bringing numerous dogs treats and toys along with her. He would sit on the couch with his laptop and go about his business, and Kagome didn’t seem to mind that he barely noticed her. She would splay herself out on the floor and amuse Taka with squeaky toys and games of tug-of-war. Sesshoumaru had to roll his eyes at the beast for acting so complacently. Sometimes Sesshoumaru found himself quite annoyed that he didn’t know what that animal was thinking.
Most often Kagome would leave just as night began to set in, saying she was off to work. However, one night she had shown up at his door with bundles of groceries. She had thrust them into his arms and made herself at home in his kitchen. They sat down together to eat, and Sesshoumaru tried to keep from looking impressed. He wondered idly which restaurant she worked at.
She tried to make small talk with him, but he couldn’t find much to say to her. He simply shrugged and nodded, giving simple yeses and nos. She didn’t seem to mind. They cleaned up the dishes together and she left, leaving him alone for the night. The silence she left behind was oddly disconcerting.
Sesshoumaru sighed and placed his laptop on the coffee table. He got up and went over to the stack of books by the door, picking up the topmost one.
He had taken a number of odd jobs over his many years of dismal human life. He had been a history teacher, a construction worker, even a journalist. Many of his paintings had sold for handsome sums. But none of that meant anything to him.
He flipped idly through the pages of the book. Myths and Legends of Old Japan. He had published the book over thirty years ago under the pseudonym Shinobu Nishimura. It had gained considerable popularity among academics, and even now when he rode the train he saw high school students carrying the book back and forth from school each day.
It was filed as a fiction collection, but none of the things in the book were fabricated. None of the bakemono were from his imagination or myth, but from the long ago reality he had once known. The youkai Lord of the West, ever the persistent character in the book, had been real once.
He had filled the pages with his own conquests and the conquests of his father before him. There were also tales of a hanyou and a kitsune, of a demon slayer and a monk, and even stories about a miko in strange clothing. He had written about the days of the Shikon Jewel and times before, but wrote no stories of after Naraku’s death. He could not bring himself to revisit those turbulent times. Every time he had tried to put his thoughts together his hands would freeze over the computer keys. He simply couldn’t do it. For the time being, those stories would have to go untold.
It had been war, it was inevitable that lives were to be lost. In the beginning it had been army against army, but as the violence continued the visible sides faded away. It became everyone for themselves. It was madness, chaos. He had tried to protect the ones he held close, but he had failed. Rin had died without him by her side. His mother had died alone in her Castle in the Sky. Everyone around him slowly faded away.
The monk and slayer woman had lived, though only barely. They had lived out their days maimed and childless, but they had lived.
After it was all over, after every youkai life was claimed save for his own, he had spent his life waiting for Kagome. There had been horrible, depressing days in his life where the only thing he had to look forward to was meeting her, to keep his promise to his brother. Sometimes the thought of her and been the only thing keeping him alive.
It was for her that he had relinquished his power and adopted his human disguise. If not for her, he might have never integrated himself into society as it was. Almost unconsciously, he swiveled his large ring around on his finger.
To say he wanted nothing to do with her was madness. Who else was there but her? His brother was long dead, as was everyone else he had once known. He and Kagome were all that remained.
She was all he had, and it scared him.
He sat back down on the couch beside Taka, flipping the book on the table beside his computer. Taka woofed softly and Sesshoumaru glanced his way to find the animal with his head cocked. As he panted it seemed that his lips curled up in almost a smile. He nudged at Sesshoumaru's hand with his nose, and Sesshoumaru stopped fiddling with his ring. Sesshoumaru grumbled and stalked off to bed, Taka following quietly on his heels.
She began coming to his apartment almost everyday around noon, bringing numerous dogs treats and toys along with her. He would sit on the couch with his laptop and go about his business, and Kagome didn’t seem to mind that he barely noticed her. She would splay herself out on the floor and amuse Taka with squeaky toys and games of tug-of-war. Sesshoumaru had to roll his eyes at the beast for acting so complacently. Sometimes Sesshoumaru found himself quite annoyed that he didn’t know what that animal was thinking.
Most often Kagome would leave just as night began to set in, saying she was off to work. However, one night she had shown up at his door with bundles of groceries. She had thrust them into his arms and made herself at home in his kitchen. They sat down together to eat, and Sesshoumaru tried to keep from looking impressed. He wondered idly which restaurant she worked at.
She tried to make small talk with him, but he couldn’t find much to say to her. He simply shrugged and nodded, giving simple yeses and nos. She didn’t seem to mind. They cleaned up the dishes together and she left, leaving him alone for the night. The silence she left behind was oddly disconcerting.
Sesshoumaru sighed and placed his laptop on the coffee table. He got up and went over to the stack of books by the door, picking up the topmost one.
He had taken a number of odd jobs over his many years of dismal human life. He had been a history teacher, a construction worker, even a journalist. Many of his paintings had sold for handsome sums. But none of that meant anything to him.
He flipped idly through the pages of the book. Myths and Legends of Old Japan. He had published the book over thirty years ago under the pseudonym Shinobu Nishimura. It had gained considerable popularity among academics, and even now when he rode the train he saw high school students carrying the book back and forth from school each day.
It was filed as a fiction collection, but none of the things in the book were fabricated. None of the bakemono were from his imagination or myth, but from the long ago reality he had once known. The youkai Lord of the West, ever the persistent character in the book, had been real once.
He had filled the pages with his own conquests and the conquests of his father before him. There were also tales of a hanyou and a kitsune, of a demon slayer and a monk, and even stories about a miko in strange clothing. He had written about the days of the Shikon Jewel and times before, but wrote no stories of after Naraku’s death. He could not bring himself to revisit those turbulent times. Every time he had tried to put his thoughts together his hands would freeze over the computer keys. He simply couldn’t do it. For the time being, those stories would have to go untold.
It had been war, it was inevitable that lives were to be lost. In the beginning it had been army against army, but as the violence continued the visible sides faded away. It became everyone for themselves. It was madness, chaos. He had tried to protect the ones he held close, but he had failed. Rin had died without him by her side. His mother had died alone in her Castle in the Sky. Everyone around him slowly faded away.
The monk and slayer woman had lived, though only barely. They had lived out their days maimed and childless, but they had lived.
After it was all over, after every youkai life was claimed save for his own, he had spent his life waiting for Kagome. There had been horrible, depressing days in his life where the only thing he had to look forward to was meeting her, to keep his promise to his brother. Sometimes the thought of her and been the only thing keeping him alive.
It was for her that he had relinquished his power and adopted his human disguise. If not for her, he might have never integrated himself into society as it was. Almost unconsciously, he swiveled his large ring around on his finger.
To say he wanted nothing to do with her was madness. Who else was there but her? His brother was long dead, as was everyone else he had once known. He and Kagome were all that remained.
She was all he had, and it scared him.
He sat back down on the couch beside Taka, flipping the book on the table beside his computer. Taka woofed softly and Sesshoumaru glanced his way to find the animal with his head cocked. As he panted it seemed that his lips curled up in almost a smile. He nudged at Sesshoumaru's hand with his nose, and Sesshoumaru stopped fiddling with his ring. Sesshoumaru grumbled and stalked off to bed, Taka following quietly on his heels.