InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vastly Overrated ❯ Venimous Liquidity ( Chapter 4 )

VenimousLiquidity

The winds run wild in an intricate dance of inexplicit, unexplainable glory. A rash and indubitable hurricane of color was intertwined in this dance of nature. The leaves twirled in a pattern of substantial clarity, and this is truly what nature is about. Nature is the twist of the natural and excellent compatibility in everything that exists. One might think that this particular dance of nature is alone, or is in and of itself.

Theoretically speaking, one might think that nature is alone in it's dance, or that the green of the plants and brown of the dirt, or tan of the grass is all that nature is. Not every being on the initial earth are very interested in the 'theoretical' aspect of nature.

Nature is not truly as simplistic as one would think. To explain nature, is to know which part of the definition that is needed. Nature has many different characteristics, and that alone is not enough to know. To explain nature is to know nature, and to know nature is to understand what nature is about. Nature is not an objective to analyze. To analyze nature is to miss what nature truly is.

How can one explain nature? There are many ways to answer this question, and not many of them are very appropriate. A question of nature could be a question of character. An individual may have a wayward, or perverse and unnatural nature. One may have a fainthearted nature. However, in this course, one must consider the nature of the world. In essence, the nature of the air, leaves, and trees must be considered. The reality of nature in it's purest form.

These things are pondered over by a lone figure, whom was leisurely and gracefully re-inacting the scene before her. It had been two weeks since her grandmother had died, and three weeks since the meeting that her father had hosted a meeting with the Taiyoukai's. In the two weeks after her grandmother died, she had to work relentlessly within the company. She had to gain the experience in the work force, and this was her free time, or more precisely this was one of her days off. She was off on most weekends regardless.

She was in the park glancing every so often at the large lake, which was over-ridden with a mirage of colors. She was in her own world. In the world of which she was intangled, imperfection was allowed. In fact, perfection was the imperfection of her character that she allowed to show. Her sketch was decorated in several shades of blue, green, and red. She was using an indefinite amount of greys' and blacks' as well. The colors overlaped in a miniscule fashion, leaving the lake shadowed grandly, and the setting sun to be reflected on the surface of the water.

The subtle power of nature produced a small wind carrying not only a tiny gust of air, but also carrying a melody so sweet and enchanting (to her) that the figure sketching in the park, had an urge to find the source. Silently and swiftly, the figure stood, closed the sketchpad, and began walking towards the sound of the intoxicating melody.

Kagome found herself standing in front of a large apartment complex. Staring up, she surmised that the sound was from the fifth floor.

She made her way into the building and onto an elevator. Once she reached the fifth floor she followed the sound toward apartment 507. She knocked, and the noise ceased before the door opened to reveal a tall man with silver-white hair, and golden eyes. Recognition lit his ember irises as he let her into his home.

He had not had company before.

"Taiyoukai-san, I would have thought that you had an asortment of estates." She did not question the fact that he was the one whom had played the tune.

"I do, but they are hardly a safe haven." He replied, and he did not find it odd that he had allowed her into his safe haven... into his personal space, space he had not even allowed his... family, into.

She gave a nod of understanding. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. He was the host after all.

"Yes, then I wish to hear more of that... what's it called?" she said in query. "It's a melody that I created, I call this 'Inner workings of the forgotten element', I'll show you in a moment." He said.

It was odd how neither one of the two found it odd that they had met again (In a personal space no less) in a seemingly random way.

Sesshoumaru came back to the area in which he had left her and handed her a glass of wine, and he held his own as he walked toward his piano.

He bagan to play... no... not play. He began to re-inact, re-invent, and emphasize each key that his fingers touched. She stood in reverent silence.

When he was finished with his piece, she applauded softly. He seemed startled, as if he had forgotten that she was there, and she gave a light smile.

His music had fit her mood perfectly. They ended up sitting companionably across from each other, and drinking wine, while conversing about their likes and dislikes. They ended up speaking of her passion in the art field, and his own love of music.

"It was such a haunting melody, you play from the heart?" He gave a nod to her question, though to be honest it was more of a statement than a question. She smiled pleasantly. "Music... is a form of art that enchants the soul."

"Hmm..." he muttered.

She hadn't noticed before, but she was actually feeling... pleasant. She wasn't numb, and she wasn't really in her element, but she was actually feeling like she was a part of the equation known as her life.


Kagome did not question the fact that she had followed a melody to a proverbial stranger, and Sesshoumaru did not ponder on why he allowed her in on the him that he hid.

They had been on their second glass of whiskey, having finished the wine some time earlier, when someone knocked on the door of the apartment.

She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
He stood and motioned for her to stay right where she was.

"What are you doing here?" asked the voice of Sesshoumaru. Kagome wondered what was wrong.

"Se-ouma'u... yor a bas'ar.. yu no...noh le'in meh an' da no we'r yu ron off to... I sa' a dansin racoo', bu' wen I tri'd ta cat'h i'.. a spi'er ron i' a'ay..." Said another voice. This one she blearily recognized as the other one in the meeting with her father.

He was the one who opposed the majority of her veiws. She may have been somewhat under the influence, but not so much that she did not have the physical ability to sneer at him as Sesshoumaru growled and brought him into the area she was in.

The atmosphere had changed drastically. Instead of the safe haven that it was veiwed as. She realized belatedly that it was all in the company present that the safe haven appeared. The apartment was at once a safe haven, and not , at the same time.

It was how Sesshoumaru presented himself. She smiled inwardly, as she realised that she was accepted in that part of Sesshoumaru that was the real him.

"Wa' iss sssssheeee do'in he'r?" Said the drunken male that Sesshoumaru had brought in, and she did sneer.

"Da's tha... re'pla.. repay... prela... replac'men-..." The male laughed stupidly before continuing and ignoring twin glares he was recieving.

"Yur da's wron' fo cho'sing yu a' a replac'men- beca yure a.. fenma.. frema.. fe.. wroma...e...eh, Gril.. no i men girl.. yure a gi-" In the beginning of his drunken monologue, they had thought that he would say something.. well. At the least semi intelligent, ah... it wasn't so much to hope for was it? Apparently so.

Inuyasha found his neck in an astonishingly strong hold...