Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters. Neither do I own the original story "Kizu" by Yoshi.
A/N: Here's just a oneshot that I could not resist writing! It will be split into two chapters, for it is really long. I borrowed the main outline from a Japanese shoujo manga story which I was reading some time back, involving a blind boy and a girl who cuts herself until she met him. However, the story will not be the same. It is my own rendition of it. Enjoy!
Title: The Color of Love
Everything began so simply, just like any other fairy tale.
Higurashi Kagome was just a simple school girl at the age of sixteen, involved in the compulsory four-month long community work project. It was to be done at the society for the blind, where every student had to take care of a visually-handicapped patient and aid them in adapting to moving around safely on their own.
Initially, she never really had any interest in things of this sort. School was somewhere to have fun, to study and to make friends, not do charity. It wasn't that she lacked a good heart; it was just that it never crossed her mind as something she would do.
But since it was to be done, she would give it her all. This is her character, and there was no reason not to give herself an opportunity to learn more about social work in Japan.
She went with an open heart, and that was when she met him. He was her charge, assigned to her simply because she happened to be standing right next to him.
Takamori Sesshoumaru was twenty, cold and somewhat bitter about the fact that he was born blind. He gave her the impression that he hated life itself, and hated everything that came along with it. Maybe he thought life had been unfair to him.
If he was a color, there was without a doubt, she thought, that he would be gray.
Not white, despite him looking so unbelievably pristine and perfect.
Not black, despite him being so cynical and dark on the interior.
Gray, because he was so close to perfection and so close to imperfection at the very same time.
He had been blessed with perfect features, appearance and poise. But it was perhaps of this uncanny perfection that the gods chose to take away something precious from him to balance out the perfection they placed in this being.
For in those eyes, was a sightless world.
She also learned that he was born blind.
What a horrible thing that was! To be unable to enjoy the beautiful sights of the world, to see one's loved ones and look at oneself.
Introductions had been brief, and awkward for it was the first time she was introduced to a person who could not see her as she could see him. It made her think, how could she possibly get him to identify her, without having to re-introduce herself every time she came over.
It was then when it all began, and the two were left to walk around the neighborhood on their own.
Holding his left hand in hers, Kagome walked by his side, talking about all sorts of things she could think of with him, while he responded with silence and an occasional nod.
Walking together slowly on the streets, she grew accustomed to hearing his slower footsteps shuffle after the rhythmic tapping of the cane against the concrete pavement. She would point out to him ways to identify various streets by the smells of the shops and the type of pavement.
And then, she said something wrong.
"There! You can easily spot this place from afar…see that bright red gateway?"
He stopped in his footsteps, and replied in his deep baritone voice.
"I cannot see it."
Her mind went blank with the sudden realization at how insensitive her words had been. Again, Kagome, she admonished herself. Your big mouth never fails to get you into trouble.
"I…I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru…I really didn't mean-"
"It's alright," He interrupted before she could complete her sentence. "I'm not angry. It is the truth that I am unable to see the colors in the world I live in."
With that, he continued ahead without her. Tap, tap, went the cane against the pavement.
She looked at his retreating back. He was of a tall, broad build, yet he looked so helpless and forlorn to her at the same time.
It was as if her heart was a lyre, and someone plucked the strings to cry out for him.
"Takamori Sesshoumaru!" She shouted from where she was, causing him to come to a halt once again. "Who says you cannot see the colors?"
He turned his head so that he was facing her, before she hurriedly ran over to stand by his side,
"What are you talking about?" He asked, his voice void of emotions except for a trace of exasperation. He was already accustomed to his world of darkness, and it felt annoying to have someone talk about him seeing colors.
"If you want to see the colors, I'll show you." She said determinedly.
He did not reply, but instead, side stepped her to continue walking down the street.
"Wait up!" She called out, catching up with him easily.
"What do you have to say? You should know that I am blind." He replied curtly.
"Precisely. That's why I want to-"
"I don't require sympathy, if that's what you are thinking of."
"No. I will not sympathize with you. Can you let me finish my sentence?" She was getting a little irritated with his attitude towards her.
He didn't reply, and she took it as a cue to go on.
"I will show them to you, Sesshoumaru. Not with here," She placed her palms over his eyes, before touching his ears and finally, placing her hand over his chest. "But here, and here."
He looked surprised, for those dull eyes widened by a fraction.
"If only you would listen to me, I'll tell you all I know." She explained patiently. "If only you would feel with me, then you will know the colors like anyone else."
He inclined his head towards her slightly, before nodding in agreement.
Like any other fairy tale, theirs had a turning point. This was the point at which things took a turn.
So every three days she would make a trip down to the visually-handicapped association center, helping him with the daily routines and talking to him. He opened up to the point of carrying out short conversations with her, and it wasn't long before she felt that her visiting hours were too short.
Somehow she just wanted to stay by his side more. But she accounted that to her professionalism as a young social worker, for she dearly wished to tell him all he missed out on due to the lack of sight.
She told him, the color red was the color of passion, anger and danger. It was something you could get close to, and yet should avoid at times. Red could be spicy like chili, or sweet like tomatoes and strawberries. It goes well with black or white, she added.
"So, it draws people to it, and makes people shun it?" He asked.
"You can say that." She smiled at him, despite knowing full well he could not see her smile.
"Interesting." That was all he said, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Oh, and when you get angry, do you feel this heat rise in you?" She asked.
"That's what red feels like sometimes."
She told him about all the other colors she could think of, trying as hard as she could to let him know everything he could about the colors.
Week after week, she would tell him so many things he never knew about. She was a refreshing breath of air to his miserable life of darkness, and if he could say, it was as good as seeing colors on his own with her guidance.
He also learned to identify her by her scent, her footsteps and her presence. Normally, he wouldn't be able to with others, but for her case, he put in extra effort in committing her details to his memory.
He had grown so used to her presence, and from what he could gather from her descriptions of the colors to him, he silently decided that she was the vibrant yellow in his black life palette.
It was three months since he knew her. He was getting increasingly adept at moving around on his own, but he would feign ignorance sometimes, deliberately making mistakes. Anything, as long as it would keep her with him for a longer time.
"The color of jealousy is green, for it so resembles a lime, green and sour." She told him as they sat together on the bench at the nearby park. "You have tasted a lime, haven't you?"
"Yes. It is sour, to the extent of being bitter at times." He replied.
"Hmm." She affirmed. "But green can be breathtakingly beautiful too. Can you smell the fresh scent of the grass, and of the trees around us?"
"Yes. Are they green as well?" He asked, inhaling the clean fresh fragrance of nature itself.
"You're right, that's how beautiful it can be. Refreshing, relaxing and soothing." She explained, placing her hand over his. "It makes you feel at peace with yourself."
He nodded, and the two of them sat in companionable silence.
Having her by his side, in such close proximity, brought about a myriad of dazzling colors in his mind.
It was everything like she had described so far.
Red, the color of passion.
Yellow, the color of vibrancy.
Pink, the color of sweetness.
White, the color of purity.
Black, the color of fear.
Blue, the color of worry.
Green, the color of peace with a trace of sour in it.
He did not know exactly what this unusual mix was, but he would ask.
"Kagome." He spoke up, before hearing her sweet voice.
"What is the color of love?"
She seemed to have been caught by surprise, for she hesitated for a few moments before answering, "I have no idea, Sesshoumaru. I'm sorry, but I have not experienced it, and hence cannot share the knowledge with you."
He kept silent, before standing up from the bench, feeling around for his cane. He found it before she could grab hold of it and place it in his hands, before feeling his way around her outstretched legs.
"Let's go." He said softly. He could not see the way she bit her lower lip, looking down at the ground ahead before following him.
They walked along in silence, out of the park, across streets, in the direction of the home of the visually-handicapped. It was not long before they reached a pedestrian crossing.
Unlike her usual acts of raising her hands to ensure no cars were crossing, or holding his hand in hers, she let him walk ahead.
His footsteps on the road were no longer hesitant. Instead, they were confident and relatively quick.
She watched him cross the road safely, before running across to join him on the other side. It was evident that he sensed her missing, for he stopped in his footsteps.
Tucking a lock of hair nervously behind her ear, an action for which the reason she could not fathom, she said, "It seems like you wouldn't need me around for long."
She put on an apologetic look, despite knowing that he wouldn't see her expression. Furthermore, he was back facing her.
But it was for the best. She was simply a student on a community service project, and he was her living project, wasn't he? Now that he managed to learn how to take care of himself outside without surveillance, wasn't her job done?
The four months of community service were to be up soon, and she would most probably never see him again, so why was she feeling so sad inside?
The endorsement signature on her community service project record card was suddenly no longer as worth anticipating as it had been before she met him.
He did not reply to her statement, and to break the awkward silence, she laughed nervously. "Why are we standing here for? Let's get go-"
He interrupted her once again.
"I…I know what color it is." He said quietly, and the only sounds other than that was the zooming by of an occasional vehicle.
"Eh?" She was confused.
"The color of love," He continued. She couldn't help but notice the way his hand was clenched around the cane. "I saw it."
"H…How?" She slowly asked, despite having a vibe as to what the answer would turn out to be, for it matched that feeling in her heart.
"Because I fell in love with you." His words were so simple, causing her heart to constrict in a wave of heat.
Nervousness and embarrassment got the better of her in such a situation, before she shakily laughed.
"Wh-What are you talking about, Sesshoumaru?" She said, trying desperately to keep her tone light and questioning. "You…you can't see me, how can you love me? I'm not pretty or whatsoever, so if you've imagined a very lovely girl…you're terribly mistaken."
She stepped past him, and walked a few steps ahead, eager to throw this situation off. She knew what she was saying in a bid to protect herself was stupid and immature, hardly passing for a reason. But she did not know how to react to this, and neither could she bear the growing dilemma in her mind and heart.
"I will be going for a cornea transplant operation next week." He said, loud enough for her to hear clearly. He was still standing on the same spot.
Surprise gripped her like a vice, threatening to make her drowsy with the knowledge of the news.
"If it is a success, I'll gain some vision." Sesshoumaru continued, for he knew she was no longer walking away from him. "And if I see you then, and still like you all the same, will you give me a chance?"
To be continued…
A/N: Evil cliffies are MissTeak's forte. Hope you liked the story so far and do review if you want the final installation soon! I hope you can let me know what you think about this.