Title: Left unsaid
Summary: Sometimes you just need to hear the words
Note: My first posting to this community, but I felt inspired by the theme.
“What’s the meaning of your pelt?” She always asked so many questions.
“Why do you always have to do things alone?” Sometimes they were asked in anger.
“Can you stop being so cold?” Sometimes the questions were whispered with pain.
“Must you always fight?” There were questions that he was certain were rhetorical.
“What’s your favorite color?” Some were so inane they were not worth his notice.
“Do you love me?” And then there were the questions that he could not answer.
Futilely he brandished his sword over her lifeless form, yearning to call her soul back if only to give her the answers she so desperately sought.
“Kagome”, his voice fractured over her name, “come back to me”.
With every wave of his sword over her body he finally responded to all the questions that he never deigned to answer.
“My pelt is a sign of my birthright.”
“It is simpler to accomplish things alone.” He waved his sword again and tried not to howl.
“No, sometimes I cannot stop being cold. “
“Of course I must fight, it is my nature.”
“My favorite color is....” closing his eyes he thought of her silly uniform, “green”.
He flung his sword to the ground in anguish, “Yes I love you, as much as a being like myself can love.”
“Green Sesshoumaru?” came a heartbreaking whisper from her lips, “Ugh I hate that color” and he almost dropped to his knees and wept.