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Just a little warning. This will include smoking, alcohol, and someone going crazy. I do not condone this behavior. Tabako-bon, kiseru, and sake will also be mentioned. Also, I wouldn't say I like smoking or drinking. I don't want that behavior, but it's all for the plot. A tabako-bon is a Japanese wooden box used to store tobacco and smoking accessories. Sake is an alcoholic beverage of Japanese origin made by fermenting rice that has been polished to remove the bran. A kiseru is a Japanese smoking pipe, traditionally used for smoking kizami, a finely shredded tobacco product resembling hair. Enjoy reading!<3
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In the golden embrace of the morning sun, Kagome and Sesshomaru found themselves entwined in a tender moment together. With her mischievous glint, Kagome playfully kicked her feet towards Sesshomaru, a devilish smile gracing her lips.
"Sesshomaru," she said, her voice laced with playful challenge, "If you love me so much, you should give me a foot rub."
Sesshomaru, the stoic and powerful inu-yokai, arched an eyebrow in amusement. "This Sesshomaru will not," he replied, his deep voice reverberating with a hint of amusement.
"Oh?" Kagome said, her voice rising in a sing-song tone. "Is that so?"
With a playful giggle, Kagome slipped off Sesshomaru, still adorned in his haori. The soft, silken fabric enveloped her like a warm embrace, a reminder of their shared intimacy.
Kagome stood before Sesshomaru, her eyes sparkling with amusement and anticipation. Under his aloof exterior, she knew Sesshomaru harbored a deep affection for her, and she longed to see it expressed more tenderly.
As I stood in the direction of the village, gazing longingly at the horizon, I couldn't help but indulge in playful banter with Sesshomaru. "Other villagers have informed me that a certain individual has had feelings for me for some time," I smiled.
"Perhaps he will offer me a gift," I remarked, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. I slipped off Sesshomaru's haori. But Sesshomaru's gaze met mine with a sternness that chilled the air.
"Miko, you will not go there," he commanded, his voice cold and undoubtedly.
I raised an eyebrow, challenging his authority. "Who's going to stop me? Just a reminder, anyone can see me right now."
Sesshomaru's gaze darkened, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. I couldn't resist teasing him further, knowing that beneath his stoic facade, a heart cared deeply for me.
"I'm just teasing you," I said, stepping towards him. "Now come here."
I extended my finger with a playful smile, beckoning him to approach. Sesshomaru hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with his desire. But in the end, he succumbed to my invitation, his long strides bringing him to my side.
His presence filled me with comfort and security as he stood before me. His tall and imposing figure exuded an aura of strength and protection, while his piercing golden eyes held a depth of emotion I cherished. I press my body against Sesshomaru, making him smirk in amusement. I stood before Sesshomaru. Our gazes met, and a playful smile graced my lips. "Are you coming tonight, Sesshomaru?" I inquired, my voice laced with anticipation.
His golden eyes regarded me with an unreadable expression. "Maybe," he replied, his deep voice resonating through the sunlit clearing. A smirk crept across my face. I wrapped my arms around Lord Sesshomaru. A hint of amusement flickered in his usually stoic expression. "Mmh, do you have a few minutes before you leave, Sesshomaru?" I asked, my voice soft and melodic. Sesshomaru inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her request. "Suppose this Sesshomaru does," he replied in his deep, resonant voice.
Kagome's countenance lit up with a radiant smile.
"Real quick? Please?" I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a relentless drumbeat that echoed in my ears.
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his golden eyes meeting mine. His gaze had a hint of amusement as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head.
"All Right," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. "But just this once." I giggled, placing my mouth on his, and let our morning continue.
"Sesshomaru!~💕"!!!
Later that night
In the tranquil village, the sun shone softly as Kagome and Sango stood together, engaged in a hushed conversation. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken words and the anticipation of what would come.
With her heart filled with concern, Kagome gently placed her hand on Sango's arm, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt a small bump beneath the fabric of Sango's kimono. "Sango," Kagome whispered, her voice trembling, "Are you with child?"
Sango's eyes met Kagome's, and a soft smile spread across her lips. "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Kagome gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. "Oh, Sango!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and disbelief.
Sango took Kagome's hand in hers, her fingers entwined in a silent bond of friendship and understanding. "What about you?" she asked softly. "Are you also carrying a child?"
Kagome shook her head slowly, a wistful expression crossing her features. "No, I am not," she said, her voice tinged with regret. Sango squeezed Kagome's hand reassuringly. "That's okay, Kagome," she said. "We will have each other's children to dote on."
Kagome and Sango sat together in comfortable silence, lost in their thoughts. The sun cast its golden light upon them, illuminating the strong bond that united them. They knew that they would always have each other regardless of the future.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and cast a golden hue across the village, Kagome bid farewell to Sango. With a gentle wave of her hand, Sango's figure slowly disappeared into the distance. Kagome turned and went to her modest hut, a sense of unease settling deep within her heart.
As she stepped inside, the familiar surroundings failed to provide solace. She sank onto her futon, her thoughts racing like a river in flood. Emotions swirled within her, leaving her feeling lost and confused. She could not pinpoint the exact source of her distress, but it gnawed at her like an unseen shadow.
To distract herself, Kagome migrated from her futon to her nightstand. Amidst the clutter of knick-knacks and forgotten memories, she searched for something to ease her troubled mind. Her fingers brushed against various objects until they finally came to rest on a small wooden box—her tabako-bon.
The tabako-bon was a cherished possession, passed down through generations of her family. It held a special significance for Kagome, embodying both tradition and nostalgia. As she lifted the lid, a faint scent of fragrant tobacco wafted into the air, carrying a sense of tranquility.
Kagome carefully extracted a single tobacco stick from the box and placed it beside the ceramic kiseru or pipe. She lit the tobacco with trembling hands and took a deep breath, inhaling the soothing smoke.
As the smoke filled her lungs, a sense of calm descended upon Kagome. The worries and anxieties that had plagued her mind gradually dissipated like mist before the rising sun. The ritual of smoking her kiseru became a form of meditation, allowing her to find solace in the present moment.
With each inhalation, Kagome felt a connection to her ancestors, the past, and the world around her. The gentle glow of the embers illuminated the darkness, casting dancing shadows on the walls of her hut. In this intimate space, Kagome found a moment of respite, a sanctuary where she could gather her thoughts and find peace within herself.
As the last wisps of smoke curled into the air, Kagome felt anxious still.
As I sit in the silence of my room, a profound question weighs heavily on my mind: "What is wrong with me?" It's a question that has haunted me, leaving me feeling lost and confused. I try to distract myself by thinking of Sesshomaru, but even that does not bring me solace. With a bitter chuckle, I mutter, "If only I were a demon, then maybe I would understand my place in the world."
Amid my chaotic thoughts, a new question emerged like a phantom at night. "What if I transformed into a demon?" An outlandish inquiry sent a wave of perplexity coursing through my veins. An array of possible answers and solutions flooded my consciousness, each vying for attention like a chorus of voices in a grand symphony. Yet, as I sifted through the myriad possibilities, a stark realization dawned upon me: it was impossible.
A sense of frustration washed over me, creasing my brow in a frown of annoyance. The absurdity of the notion tugged at the corners of my heart, leaving me with a bitter aftertaste. In contemplation, I made a mental note to pose this query to Sesshomaru the next time our paths crossed. The prospect of gaining his insight and wisdom on such an enigmatic matter filled me with hope.
With a sigh, I rose from my seated position and approached my humble futon, seeking solace in the embrace of slumber. My head throbbed with the lingering effects of the smoke I had inhaled, a dull ache that pounded in rhythm with my heartbeat. Carefully, I laid my head on the soft pillow, allowing the tendrils of drowsiness to envelop me. As darkness claimed my senses, I surrendered to the realm of dreams, seeking refuge from the complexities that plagued my waking mind.
In The Morning
I woke up from a horrendous night of sleep, feeling as though my head was still spinning from the previous night's indulgences. "Ugh, I shouldn't have smoked so much last night," I grumbled to myself, rubbing my throbbing temples. With a sense of urgency, I hurriedly made my way to the serene lake, hoping the cool water would relieve my throbbing head and bloodshot eyes. A wave of regret washed over me as I gazed upon my reflection. My eyes were as red as the rising sun, and no amount of splashing water seemed to alleviate the redness. Defeated, I resolved to stay indoors until I appeared more presentable and less like a chaotic mess.
With newfound determination, I made my way back to my humble hut. Seeking solace and clarity, I immersed myself in meditation, focusing on calming my racing thoughts and easing the dizziness that plagued me. After a period of stillness, a sense of tranquility enveloped me, and my head gradually ceased its relentless spinning.
As I regained composure, I realized that I needed to change. The lingering scent of tobacco clung to my clothes, a constant reminder of my previous reckless behavior. With newfound resolve, I retrieved the only clean kimono I had left, determined to shed the remnants of the past.
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Sesshomaru. With each passing day, the hope that he would return dwindled, leaving a void in my heart. I had believed in his love, but doubt began to creep in, whispering insidious lies that shattered my fragile trust.
The weight of loneliness pressed down upon me, making it increasingly difficult to maintain a positive outlook. I withdrew from the outside world, locking myself away in self-imposed isolation. The once vibrant world seemed to fade into a distant memory as I grappled with the pain of unrequited love and the realization that my dreams had been shattered.
Every morning, as the sun stretched its golden fingers across the horizon, I would reach for my kiseru. The comforting ritual of rolling and smoking my tobacco filled the quiet spaces of my solitary existence. The scent would curl around me, mingling with the dawn's freshness, a tangible reminder of the mundane routines that tethered me to this world.
But as the days blurred into weeks and months, the once-familiar routine became a threadbare comfort against my solitude. Every other evening, I would pour myself a measure of sake, the warm liquid slipping down my throat in a bittersweet embrace. It offered a temporary respite, a fleeting escape from the relentless ache gnawed at my soul.
Yet, despite the haze of tobacco smoke and alcohol, there was a haunting absence that lingered in the corners of my mind. Where was he? The one whose presence had once filled the silence with laughter and whispered promises. Why had he left, abandoning me to navigate the labyrinth of my thoughts alone?
With each passing day, my mind descended into a chasm of despair, a vast emptiness that echoed with unanswered questions and shattered dreams. My heart, heavy with the weight of longing and loss, beat a mournful rhythm against my chest.
And so, I found myself sprawled upon the cold floor, gazing up at the expanse of the ceiling above. The once-imposing height now felt suffocating, pressing down upon me with its silent judgment. Why me? Why must I bear this burden of solitude and sorrow?
A solitary tear traced a path down my cheek, a silent testament to the pain that threatened to consume me whole. In that moment of vulnerability, I was but a lost soul adrift in a sea of memories, longing for the warmth of a love that had slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
Kagome found herself trapped in a labyrinth of despair. With each passing day, the rhythmic knocks of Sango on her door echoed the relentless inquiry, "Kagome? Are you okay?" A feeble attempt to penetrate the shroud of her seclusion, Kagome's response was a desperate plea, "I'm okay! Please, leave me alone." Her voice, tinged with anguish and exasperation, cut through the silence like a knife. With a disheartening sigh, Sango retreated, leaving Kagome to confront the tumultuous emotions that swirled within her.
Day by day, madness began to creep into Kagome's heart. A relentless obsession with Sesshomaru, who had abandoned her, consumed her thoughts. She yearned for his presence, his voice, his touch. Her mind, once a sanctuary of reason, transformed into a battleground of conflicting emotions. Sadness morphed into anger, and her laughter echoed with the chilling resonance of a deranged mind.
"Sesshomaru, come show me your pretty face," she whispered, her voice laced with longing. In her solitude, she hallucinated his reflection in her mirror, desperately seeking solace in the figment of her imagination. A sudden realization struck her, shattering the fragile illusion. With a primal scream, she punched the mirror, shards of glass scattering across the floor like her shattered heart. The laughter that followed was a testament to her descent into madness.
Kagome was no longer the same. The pain, the longing, and the betrayal had transformed her into a shadow of her former self. Her once vibrant spirit had been consumed by the darkness that had enveloped her heart. In the depths of her madness, Kagome embraced the inevitable, accepting that she had succumbed to the clutches of insanity.