Untamed by criticat

Prompt: heartbroken.

This drabble was written for The Lovely Miko’s Quotes and Prompts  Challenge.

Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own Inuyasha.

Prompt: heartbroken.

Well this is much longer than my normal entries (which usually range from 100-300 words). 

A knife sliced the air with confident grace, digging its way into the tree’s trunk. Inuyasha rumbled in appreciation as Miroku took a mock bow, Kagome struggling and failing to pull the blade out. Giving up, she eyed the calm monk as he approached; lips pursed together as she tried to piece together what she saw with what was known.

“A monk and yet so skilled in killing.”

“I lived many lives, lady Kagome.”

“Many?”

“Some men and women,” he added as he pulled on the knife, the blade slipping out without a fight much to Kagome’s chagrin “are not content with what they must be. They twist their fates and try on many masks until one fits. However, for some, there isn’t a mask for life, there is one for now.”

An uncharacteristically shy smile fought its way to the surface as the monk handed her a throwing knife with a bow. She accepted, turning it as she adjusted her grip on the unusually small straight hilt, trying to understand how one turns the wrist for the weapon to spin in the same manner the monk’s did.

Sesshomaru watched her intently, his handsome features set into what one would label as unconcern, noting the way she frowned in concentration as she slid her foot back slightly, adjusting her stance to mirror the way the monk stood; throwing the knife. Her cheeks flushed and eyes widened prettily, she watched as it spun and hit the tree where her target must have been. Miroku praised her skill as Inuyasha rolled his eyes, suggesting gruffly for her to take a break as they were to leave soon. Sticking her tongue out, she nonetheless abandoned her training, choosing to settle down next to the reticent youkai lord.

“Sesshomaru? May I ask you something?”

Taking his silence as a way of him allowing her to proceed, she pulled her knees closer to her chest, resting her chin on top.

“I know that a youkai lord doesn’t have to trouble himself with keeping promises to a mere human, a child at that, but why did you never return?”

Looking at him, she saw silver eyebrows twitch as if in annoyance, the youkai feeling a familiar ache sprout at the mention of their supposed past acquaintance, sudden wave of source-less rage spreading.

“This Sesshomaru knows not what you are talking about.”

“But..”

“It would be prudent of you not to ponder the matter further. Act like a woman of your stature should for once and stay silent.” he grit out, looking at her with the cold and indifferent expression on his face that she learnt to associate with his person and yet had not seen directed at her ever since their unspoken truce took place.

Sesshomaru watched as all cheer fled from her scent, the girl looking almost heartbroken, making him earn for knowledge of how to soothe her. Nodding, she stood abruptly to walk towards the two males who were still busy discussing combat techniques. As she approached, Inuyasha paused, his nostrils flaring as the smell of salt invaded his senses. Looking towards his taciturn brother, the half demon bared his fangs, hand slipping to rest on the hilt of his sword in a gesture that spoke clearer than any words. Miroku looked between the two males, noting with a sense of unease that it was best for all if their quest would end swiftly, the journey aimed at subjugation of foes threatening to become one of conquest.