Hidden Meanings

Sesshoumaru, Kikyou, and their ability to communicate with little to no words.

There had always been a little to no words between them, but what was so little to none, was actually so very important.

Fifty years ago, simple glances and stares were sent backwards and forwards. Few to no words were spoken between them, like a hidden agreement. But when they did, it meant something completely and entirely different.

Stepping in front of the shrine dedicated to her, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of respect to the dead fair maiden. Young, but she had seen to much death to truly regain back innocence. He would normally contemplate leaving forever and never coming back, whispering, “I’ll leave one day, you know.” Which actually really meant, I’m getting impatient, woman.

After all, Kikyou had told him, “Demon, I’ll kill you one day,” which in actuality meant, Wait, I’m not done with you yet.

Full stop and no words for fifty years.

So Sesshoumaru talked to her instead when there was no one to hear. He talked over thunder storms, horrible weather, and more. He used words to fill up the silence—“Maybe it’s better this way. You can just keep sleeping forever. That’s a break from your righteousness for me and a whole group of tedious demons saved from you, you cruel woman.”—all of which was meant to say, Damn woman, hurry up and come back.

He was getting impatient, damn it. It was that damn promise she made, and as the years passed by; his hopes were getting lower and lower to a point below zero. And he began to hate her.

He could just leave, he mused. He could just leave and never come back, to forget all the memories and burn them. It was so easy, but it was easier said then done. And he hated that.

But when rumors reached him of an undead miko a few months later (or was it a few years?), he smirked. Finally. The weight of the world off his shoulders.

He wasn’t going to search for her; even if he wanted to, he couldn’t smell her. Her scent of spring water and snow was long gone; it was only a whisper adrift in the wind. He could only wait until they meet, once again.

It wasn’t long after his defeat by his hanyou brother and the loss of his arm; that she appeared looking none too pleased.

Sometimes, words were as simple as they already were.

“You pitiable fool,” she sighed, as she walked forward. “As long as you deny your defeat, you will never win.” She had knelt down besides him, avoiding his fury, and started healing the wounds. Red eyes burned through her being, a demon wholly enraged. And she still stayed there and took in his vehemence, a lethal and poisonous swipe to her cheek.

“And you?” Sesshoumaru indicated her still-bleeding cheek a bit later, a twinge of guilt inside his very cold heart.

The woman had only smiled secretively as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m fine,” she replied. And Sesshoumaru knew the moment of truth was over.

- - - »»»

Now, a long time after that incident, here she stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at Menoumaru’s ever-growing barrier. The wind danced through her hair, playing with her raven tresses. And the fog grew slightly dimmer as an unknown silhouette slowly emerged from the shadows.

She gave him a mere glance before staring out at the fading horizon. “You’re Inuyasha’s older brother,” she simply stated. Which she really meant to say, What are you doing here?

He brushed of the question as he stared intently at the woman. And as she turned around a bit to see him, he saw the remaining remnants of a long overdue scar. “The girl named Kagome, you truly must loathe her.” He hoped she understood that he meant, You haven’t changed at all, woman.

“Or were you merely testing her power?” he murmured, actually meaning, Still cruel as always, Kikyou...

“I loathe all things. I despise every living creature, who is bound to time.” There was a tremor in her voice that was suppressed. The shakings from her shoulders were not easily missed, and he smiled. It wasn’t that devious or dangerous smirk, it was a genuine smile.

Although, no one was actually facing him to see it.

“Do as you see fit. Though I warn you, I shall be the one to destroy Inuyasha.” He hoped he was understood. And when he walked away, he heard a snap behind him, a branch broken as if stepped on. Turning around, he was enveloped in a strange sort of warmth.

By the way Kikyou threw herself onto his chest, tears and all; he knew he had been understood.

Because I won’t let him stand between us, not anymore.

- - - »»»

OWARI.

A/N: I wrote this story quite some time ago, so forgive me if it's not as good as what you expected. Heck, I don't really like it myself too much. But it's perfectly normal for me to degrade my own work, so yeah. Constructive cristism but no flames, please. AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 5TH! THE 5TH!
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to charsomnia. (blows candles)

Oh and one more thing. Me and we really don't agree with each other on formatting.