InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Voices ( Chapter 24 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Kagome eavesdrops on Sesshoumaru and an unfamiliar voice.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 06.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 800 | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome eavesdrops on Sesshoumaru and an unfamiliar voice.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 06.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 800 | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
As soon as they had gotten back to his apartment, Kagome had plopped herself down on the couch and settled into a nap she had not intended on taking. When she first heard the voices she thought she must have been falling into a dream. It took a few minutes for her to realize that she was awake, and it was another few moments before she realized that Sesshoumaru wasn’t holding a conversation with himself.
She realized that there were in fact two voices, which was strange. Besides herself, she had never seen any other person in his apartment and he had never spoken about having any close friends. He was speaking to someone with a voice much deeper than his own, a voice that Kagome did not recognize.
“I am in deep concern over your behavior,” she heard Sesshoumaru say, and the other voice laughed slightly.
Kagome moved ever so slowly beneath her blanket, propping herself up on her elbow just enough so she could see over the arm of the couch. The door to the balcony was open slightly, but the curtains were still drawn. There was still just enough daylight left for her to discern the outlines of two men standing outside, Sesshoumaru with his back straight and arms crossed and a slightly taller figure with his arms dangling casually over the railing.
“My behavior? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the second voice replied.
“Why now are you bending the rules?” Sesshoumaru growled, and Kagome found herself rising even further off of the couch to listen.
“Perhaps I’m growing soft in my old age,” the second voice mused. “As are you, apparently.”
“Nonsense.”
“You can’t say that to me. I know what you’re thinking. Besides, you got what you wanted, so why are you griping? I could have easily ignored the situation and your wish…” There was a slight pause and a low, rumbling laugh. “Is your heart at war with your pride even now?”
“Do not speak to me like that,” Sesshoumaru hissed.
“Listen to you,” the second voice said, and his shadowy outline shook his head and waved a hand to dismiss Sesshoumaru. “Throwing threats at me.”
Kagome expected Sesshoumaru to retaliate in some way, either verbally or physically, but instead there was silence. The tension between the two men was so thick it was almost palpable, the silence so thick that Kagome was afraid the tiniest breath would expose her eavesdropping. Then the silhouette that was Sesshoumaru turned sharply on his heel and Kagome threw herself back down onto the couch, drawing the blanket up to cover her eyes. She listened to his soft padding steps around the apartment, only daring to move when she heard the opening and closing of the front door.
His shoes were gone from their place beside hers. She threw off her blanket and got to her feet. The second silhouette was still visible behind the balcony curtain. Kagome approached it tentatively. She felt strangely anxious at who, or what, she would find, though she didn’t exactly know why. She could feel no aura, demonic or otherwise, but she had a strange feeling that whomever Sesshoumaru had been talking to had also lived through the Feudal Era.
A breeze suddenly blew through the still night, making the curtain flap. When it stilled again the silhouette that had been behind it was gone. With a gasp of surprise, Kagome lunged forward to pull the curtain back and skidded out onto the balcony only to find herself alone. She gazed at Tokyo laid out before her with her mind reeling. She leaned over the railing and looked in all directions, but found no explanation.
She yelped when she felt something brush against her leg. She looked down only to find Taka staring up at her. He nosed at her knee, and she could only look at him with a sort of strange fascination for a moment. With a sigh she bent down to pet him. He hadn’t been out on the balcony only a moment ago, and she had not heard the usually clicking of his little dog toenails that usually signaled his approach. He had snuck up on her as quiet as a ghost.
With a sigh, she kneeled down to pet him.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking one of his ears. His tongue snaked out to lick her wrist and she giggled. “But I still think there’s something weird about you, and I am going to find out what it is.”
She realized that there were in fact two voices, which was strange. Besides herself, she had never seen any other person in his apartment and he had never spoken about having any close friends. He was speaking to someone with a voice much deeper than his own, a voice that Kagome did not recognize.
“I am in deep concern over your behavior,” she heard Sesshoumaru say, and the other voice laughed slightly.
Kagome moved ever so slowly beneath her blanket, propping herself up on her elbow just enough so she could see over the arm of the couch. The door to the balcony was open slightly, but the curtains were still drawn. There was still just enough daylight left for her to discern the outlines of two men standing outside, Sesshoumaru with his back straight and arms crossed and a slightly taller figure with his arms dangling casually over the railing.
“My behavior? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the second voice replied.
“Why now are you bending the rules?” Sesshoumaru growled, and Kagome found herself rising even further off of the couch to listen.
“Perhaps I’m growing soft in my old age,” the second voice mused. “As are you, apparently.”
“Nonsense.”
“You can’t say that to me. I know what you’re thinking. Besides, you got what you wanted, so why are you griping? I could have easily ignored the situation and your wish…” There was a slight pause and a low, rumbling laugh. “Is your heart at war with your pride even now?”
“Do not speak to me like that,” Sesshoumaru hissed.
“Listen to you,” the second voice said, and his shadowy outline shook his head and waved a hand to dismiss Sesshoumaru. “Throwing threats at me.”
Kagome expected Sesshoumaru to retaliate in some way, either verbally or physically, but instead there was silence. The tension between the two men was so thick it was almost palpable, the silence so thick that Kagome was afraid the tiniest breath would expose her eavesdropping. Then the silhouette that was Sesshoumaru turned sharply on his heel and Kagome threw herself back down onto the couch, drawing the blanket up to cover her eyes. She listened to his soft padding steps around the apartment, only daring to move when she heard the opening and closing of the front door.
His shoes were gone from their place beside hers. She threw off her blanket and got to her feet. The second silhouette was still visible behind the balcony curtain. Kagome approached it tentatively. She felt strangely anxious at who, or what, she would find, though she didn’t exactly know why. She could feel no aura, demonic or otherwise, but she had a strange feeling that whomever Sesshoumaru had been talking to had also lived through the Feudal Era.
A breeze suddenly blew through the still night, making the curtain flap. When it stilled again the silhouette that had been behind it was gone. With a gasp of surprise, Kagome lunged forward to pull the curtain back and skidded out onto the balcony only to find herself alone. She gazed at Tokyo laid out before her with her mind reeling. She leaned over the railing and looked in all directions, but found no explanation.
She yelped when she felt something brush against her leg. She looked down only to find Taka staring up at her. He nosed at her knee, and she could only look at him with a sort of strange fascination for a moment. With a sigh she bent down to pet him. He hadn’t been out on the balcony only a moment ago, and she had not heard the usually clicking of his little dog toenails that usually signaled his approach. He had snuck up on her as quiet as a ghost.
With a sigh, she kneeled down to pet him.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking one of his ears. His tongue snaked out to lick her wrist and she giggled. “But I still think there’s something weird about you, and I am going to find out what it is.”