InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Kami's Ring ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilentTaiyoukai 
First he would barely talk to me, now he’s sitting almost naked on the couch next to me…
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 02.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 646 | Visits: 425 | Status: Work In Progress
First he would barely talk to me, now he’s sitting almost naked on the couch next to me…
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 02.22.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 646 | Visits: 425 | Status: Work In Progress
"Sesshoumaru, are you home?" Kagome called into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
A door was open down the hallway, and in the ray of light that spilled out she could see steam swirling out into the hall. He must have been in the shower. Kagome shrugged and diverted into the living room where Taka was waiting for her. He was playing with one of the chew toys she had left for her. When she took a seat on the couch he trotted over and laid the toy in her lap, asking her to play with him. Kagome happily obliged.
Kagome barely noticed when Sesshoumaru entered the room, only glancing his way when she felt his weight set down next to her. Kagome felt her hand go limp around the dog toy. He was sitting next to her with a towel thrown over his wet hair, wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts. Kagome looked away and felt her cheeks start to flush red.
First he would barely talk to me, now he's sitting almost naked on the couch next to me…
Obviously her constant presence was starting to crack his shell. No one could be so silent and closed off all the time. Though, she hadn't expected to crack his cool façade so thoroughly and so quickly. She had only been worming her way into his life for a few months.
"Something the matter?' he asked. There was barely any emotion to his voice.
Kagome sighed and looked back at him. She smiled. It was progress.
"Nothing," she said. She found herself looking him up and down. Even now it was strange. She still half-expected to see magenta stripes racing across his naked wrists, perhaps even his ankles…
Sesshoumaru cleared his throat, and Kagome blushed. She supposed it was as good a time as any to pose a question she had been meaning to ask.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "How…how do you look human like this? Is it a spell or something?"
"It's the work of a Kami," he answered, more quickly than she expected.
"What do you mean?"
Sesshoumaru displayed the back of his hand to her, and the blue-stoned ring glistened on his finger.
"This ring belongs to a Kami," he said. "It is what allows me to appear this way."
Kagome took his hand and pulled it closer. She ran her thumb over the smooth, round stone. The urge to remove him of the ring became outrageously strong.
"Can you take it off?" she asked. "For me, please?"
He pulled his hand away from her and began twirling the ring around on his finger.
"This ring has not left my finger in almost fifty years," he said, and Kagome's eyes widened. How could he have gone fifty years without seeing himself as he truly was? Kagome felt a lump rise in her throat. She couldn't imagine looking at a stranger's face in the mirror everyday for fifty years.
Kagome's face fell as his hand fell away from his ring. He wasn't going to take it off. Perhaps after fifty years, it would simply be too strange for him.
"How did you get it from the Kami?" she asked.
His eyes met hers for a moment, narrowed and questioning. The last time he had told her of events past she had slapped him in the face.
"You would like to hear the story?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Very well," he said, and Taka curled up at his feet as he told his tale.
A door was open down the hallway, and in the ray of light that spilled out she could see steam swirling out into the hall. He must have been in the shower. Kagome shrugged and diverted into the living room where Taka was waiting for her. He was playing with one of the chew toys she had left for her. When she took a seat on the couch he trotted over and laid the toy in her lap, asking her to play with him. Kagome happily obliged.
Kagome barely noticed when Sesshoumaru entered the room, only glancing his way when she felt his weight set down next to her. Kagome felt her hand go limp around the dog toy. He was sitting next to her with a towel thrown over his wet hair, wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts. Kagome looked away and felt her cheeks start to flush red.
First he would barely talk to me, now he's sitting almost naked on the couch next to me…
Obviously her constant presence was starting to crack his shell. No one could be so silent and closed off all the time. Though, she hadn't expected to crack his cool façade so thoroughly and so quickly. She had only been worming her way into his life for a few months.
"Something the matter?' he asked. There was barely any emotion to his voice.
Kagome sighed and looked back at him. She smiled. It was progress.
"Nothing," she said. She found herself looking him up and down. Even now it was strange. She still half-expected to see magenta stripes racing across his naked wrists, perhaps even his ankles…
Sesshoumaru cleared his throat, and Kagome blushed. She supposed it was as good a time as any to pose a question she had been meaning to ask.
"Sesshoumaru?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "How…how do you look human like this? Is it a spell or something?"
"It's the work of a Kami," he answered, more quickly than she expected.
"What do you mean?"
Sesshoumaru displayed the back of his hand to her, and the blue-stoned ring glistened on his finger.
"This ring belongs to a Kami," he said. "It is what allows me to appear this way."
Kagome took his hand and pulled it closer. She ran her thumb over the smooth, round stone. The urge to remove him of the ring became outrageously strong.
"Can you take it off?" she asked. "For me, please?"
He pulled his hand away from her and began twirling the ring around on his finger.
"This ring has not left my finger in almost fifty years," he said, and Kagome's eyes widened. How could he have gone fifty years without seeing himself as he truly was? Kagome felt a lump rise in her throat. She couldn't imagine looking at a stranger's face in the mirror everyday for fifty years.
Kagome's face fell as his hand fell away from his ring. He wasn't going to take it off. Perhaps after fifty years, it would simply be too strange for him.
"How did you get it from the Kami?" she asked.
His eyes met hers for a moment, narrowed and questioning. The last time he had told her of events past she had slapped him in the face.
"You would like to hear the story?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Very well," he said, and Taka curled up at his feet as he told his tale.