Hello Everyone! I know, I know I have a million unfinished projects, but this story would not leave me alone. Please enjoy. Note: It is rated M, but only because I wasn't too sure what to rate it. I err'd on the side of caution rather than risking Wiccan's wrath!
Please enjoy.
I do not own Inuyasha.
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Cold amber eyes glanced over the vast city views, the lights illuminating the land below, a stark contrast to the inky depths of the night sky above. This was the only way he enjoyed the city, from a high distance. If he could, he would have retreated to the depths of the rural areas, shying away from the contempt of human contact. However his profession did not allow such a lifestyle, thus he found the highest condo he could away from the loud rumble of the city life.
As if the thoughts alone soured his mood, his eyes narrowed. He lifted the glass he had been holding to his lips, downing the remnants of the burning liquid in one swift gulp. The heat from the alcohol did nothing to soothe his irritation, though. He turned, filling the drink once more. He could drink the entire bottle, but it would not be enough. He knew this, yet he filled his glass anyways.
Attempting to take his mind of the stress of his week, Sesshomaru turned the television on and sank into the dark leather sofa, closing his eyes. The sound of the news tickled his senses, but he paid it no mind. That was until a the mention of name drew his attention.
“Higurashi’s rep confirmed the rumors, and she was recently spotted sporting a beautiful diamond ring for the world to see. For those of you just tuning in, Kagome Higurashi, Olympic Figure Skating Gold Medalist is off the market! Longtime boyfriend, and manager, Hojo Takashi popped the question during Higurashi’s last tournament victory in secret, leaving the world on baited breath while rumors circulated. Higurashi and Takashi will officially tie the knot in Octo…” A loud crash echoed through the penthouse. Sesshomaru’s glass lay in pieces on the floor, and a fairly sizable hole displayed across his flat screen. His eyes burned hotly as he glared at the broken television. With a growl, he stood and grabbed the bottle before retreating to his room.
As he consumed the liquid in earnest, the gentle blue eyes of a photograph precariously placed on his nightstand seemed to glow, drawing his attention no matter how much he drank. When at last he could bear it no longer, he grasped the photo, bringing it close. A memory swam through the haze of his mind, a memory of the day the photograph was taken.
Dressed in his oversized university sweatshirt that fell to her knees, she pulled on his arm eagerly, a smile dancing across her face. Her long ebony hair fell about her shoulders in messy waves, giving her an almost wild appearance, wildly sexy appearance.
“Come on, Sesshomaru!” She called to him, her tugging growing harder. He chuckled at her excitement. She always did lack patience.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He conceded, allowing her to pull him forward. She quickened her pace and lead him up the hill. She had always loved hiking, and this was her favorite spot. When she had learned that there would be a visible meteor shower, she had immediately demanded they watch it here. He never could deny her.
“Oh wait,” she paused as she neared the top, her body deflating. “Someone else is already here.” The sadness in her tone would have broken his heart, if he wasn’t feeling so smug.
“Are you telling me,” he whispered softly in her ear, “that you do not recognize the blanket you made me?” Though he could not see her face, he could just imagine her pretty blue eyes widening. A soft noise reached his ears, and before he could say anything her lips were pressed against his. It was a blissfully sweet kiss, one that made his heart bloom with warmth. She pulled away, yet kept her lips so close they were almost touching.
“I love you, Sesshomaru.”
“Kagome…” Her name was pulled from his throat, thick with pain. How he missed her. Even after all these years, he could still remember the scent of her hair as she lay beside him, remember the feel of her skin against his. Even more, he could remember the taste her lips and the feel her hands as she touched him. He could remember it all.
He downed another gulp of the brandy, hoping beyond hope to drown her memory from his heart. And for the moment, it worked. His mind grew dark, the images fading as an alcohol-induced sleep consumed him.
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Love, Caleesci