Title: Memories
Author: Imanewme
Genre: Oneshot
Word count: 648
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A bit melancholy
AU/Canon: AU
Ebony Silks Week 53 Theme: High Heels
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. The series and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I make no profit from these stories. They are merely my interpretation of the characters for entertainment purposes.
Kagome wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror and sighed at her reflection. Her eyes were puffy and dark. A lump formed in her throat yet again as she tried to mentally piece together the day ahead.
There were so many details to face, and Kagome wasn't sure she could handle it. The very act of getting out of bed had been her first challenge, then getting to the bathroom, then taking a long hot shower. More and more decisions were presenting themselves, and she hadn't even gotten dressed yet.
She deftly pulled the wide toothed comb through her long impossibly black hair. Should she wear her hair up or down? Kagome closed her eyes.
Long elegant claws traced up her cheek, making her shudder and her knees betray her. Deft kisses and nips to her neck while long fingers flowed through her hair. . .
Down. She would wear her hair down, she decided. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her wet hair to temporarily get it out of the way, she glanced down at the make-up in the wicker basket on the toilet. "How much make-up is appropriate on a day like today," she whispered to the quickly dissipating steam.
A moistened towel gently swabbed across her face as she stared into the deepest golden eyes in the world. "You are perfect just as you are, Kagome."
No, she decided, quickly grabbing up the SPF 30 moisturizer. No make-up today. Only the essentials: sunscreen and clear lip gloss. Her fingers lingered over her cheeks as she smoothed on the unscented cream. She closed her eyes and swallowed the tears back yet again. She must continue. So much relied on her strength, and she couldn't afford to lose control. Not today.
Kagome wrapped a large white towel around her nude body and stepped into the master bedroom. Her skin broke out into tiny bumps as she moved from the steamy warmth left behind by the shower and stepped into the bedroom now bright with morning sunlight. Placing one hand on the closet handle and resting her forehead against the door, Kagome bit back her tears. Another hurdle she had not anticipated: choosing her dress.
Taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly pulled open the closet door. As her eyes slid open, she could not stop the tears from welling up at the sight of the brilliant white kimono accented with the familiar red pattern. Unable to stop herself, she ran her hand over the silk and through the large white fur stole beside. Her eyes landed on another white kimono.
"This is for you, my mate" he said. Her eyes widened as she unfolded the tissue in the large red box. Brilliant white and red silk slipped over her hands and she squealed in delight. "It's just like yours!" "I know," he said.
Yes. This was what she would wear today. She pulled the silken kimono from the closet and slipped it on. Pulling her arms around her and inhaling deeply, she relished how the fabric slipped across her, enveloping her in a full body caress.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kagome shuddered. She was running out of time. "Bah, time means nothing anymore," she whispered.
His eyes glittered as she seductively glided to the bed. Her body glowed. She was nude but for the red and impossibly tall high heels. Tossing her head to one side, she whispers, "the guests are gone and I'm all yours." "You always were mine," he growled, eyes beginning to bleed red.
She went to the closet and pulled out the red high heels. Untraditional it may be to wear red shoes to a funeral, Kagome could think of nothing more appropriate.
"For you my love," she sighed and left the empty bedroom. Today was the day she said goodbye for the last time.