Tainted White and Pure Black by Hiyuri

Overtures of the Past

Tainted White and Pure Black

Kagome had been sitting there, opposite of Sesshomaru for what seemed to be hours. He was in his study reading over documents and complaints from other lords and ladies that had accumulated over time. Approving and denying, rebutting and ordering the usual bullshit that comes with the title Taiyoukai. She would sit there and gaze upon him, watching the light catch his eyes as they roamed over the parchment, the way his lips twitched as he read the words and his ears moved gently as he listened to everything, always on the alert. She studied his hair, remembering the way it felt, always soft and heavy but light at the same time. Her thoughts drifted off to the way his lips felt when they kissed, soft and sweet, but heavy and heated always drowning and suffocating but soaring and free. Kagome's stomach clenched, making her look away from him, biting the inside of her lip she stared intently at the table that she was lounging on. Picking up a piece of blank parchment paper she pulled out her trusty pen and began doodling. She was never really good at drawing but Kagome didn't really care it was something to do but stare at the demon lord.

Sesshomaru didn't pay her much attention, it wasn't as if she had never done it before, she was well known to come in and sit with him, neither of them spoke more then a few words but that was alright. They enjoyed each others simple silence, it was pure and sweet, at that moment Kagome began to sing softly, as she often did when sitting with him, mumbling that foreign language she called English. Sesshomaru never wished to learn it but she always told him he would end up learning it one day. As she shifted position her necklace swung, catching his attention, he stopped reading to stare at the necklace. He remembered the day she made him buy it for her; it was the first and only thing she had ever seemed to want.

It was a sunny mid-summer day as they continued their trek across Japan when they came to a small town. As they made their way through the town Kagome looked at all the stands as they went by. Coming to the last stand a small white stone caught her eye,

"I found it!" she exclaimed loudly. The towns people finally took notice of the strangely dressed woman and her demonic companion, they gave her precarious looks and gave her a wide birth but Kagome paid them no attention. Sesshomaru stopped at her exclamation and returned to her side, wondering what it was about women and shiny things "Look Sesshomaru!" she said cheerfully as she held up the necklace for him to see. It wasn't shiny, not in the least bit; it was a simple, unpolished white stone with scrap metal around it strung on a black string.

"What makes this so special?" he asked, confused and curious, Kagome scoffed mockingly.

"It's special because it's your soul." She said tenderly as she smiled at him softly.

"My soul?" he inquired, entirely perplexed.

"Yes your soul." She reassured him, Sesshomaru took the necklace from her and examined it carefully.

"It's white." He stated.

"Yes it is." Kagome agreed.

"If it is to be my soul, should it not be a more darker color?" he asked, as he looked down at her.

"That's just it Sesshomaru! You are so evil you are tainted white and I being so..." and with that she trailed off, looking down at the table as she searched for something, Sesshomaru watched her patiently wondering where she was taking this. She gave a small sound of triumph as she grabbed another object off the table. "I being so good am pure black!" she finished as she opened her hand revealing an identical black stone.

"That is a very, interesting notion." He replied, choosing his words carefully as he handed her the necklace back.

"Can we get them please?" she asked, smiling up at him sweetly, Sesshomaru looked down at her, his face still in its cold mask.

"How much?" he asked the vender without looking away from Kagome.

"Five yen." The old man replied. Sesshomaru reached into his haori and pulled out a five-yen coin; giving it to the old man he turned and left with out saying another word. Kagome turned, bowing to the old man saying a quick thank you as she went after the demon Lord.

"Sesshomaru!" she called to him, but he didn't stop, just kept walking as he waited for her to come along side him as she always did. "Here." She commented as she handed him the black necklace.

"I don't want it." He retorted as he saw the necklace.

"O, come on, its only right that you have my soul since I have yours, see." She explained as she touched the white stone hanging from her neck, Sesshomaru looked down at her then his "soul" and back at her before focusing back on the road ahead.

"You keep them both." He told her off handedly.

"I don't want it, I want you to have my soul, you'll take better care of it then I!" she argued, coming out in front of him to make him stop. Coming to a stop Sesshomaru stared down at her, knowing she would never let it go, he held out his hand. Kagome smiled brightly as she handed him the necklace. He put it around his neck and tied it then slipped the stone under the folds of his haori, after that they continued on in silence.

He watched as she doodled, noticing her brow furrow as she concentrated on her abstract drawings, she always did abstract things, hell she was abstract herself and he would have it no other way. Her eyes glowed softly in the early afternoon light, their gray-blue depths churning about with her wild Miko powers. She was truly a mystery, not even she understood herself, wild and untamed just as himself but they were completely different animals; that making her all the more worth having. Feeling his eyes on her she stopped drawing and looked up at him, giving him a soft smile, his eyes softened in return.

"I should be leaving." Kagome stated as she stood and dusted her skirt.

"You're wearing your uniform, are your kimonos no good any more?" he asked, amused by her antics.

"No, they're just all dirty." She lied, but he didn't know, she had gotten good at telling at least white lies.

"I see." he replied as he turned back to his paper work. Walking to the shoji screen she opened it softly, flooding the room with light, standing in the doorway the light caste her shadow over the room, engulfing the Demon Lord. She looked back into the room at him, biting the inside of her lip she looked at the opposing wall.

"Sesshomaru," she whispered to draw his attention. He stopped reading and looked up at her, She continued to stare at the wall.

"Smile when you're crying inside and no one will know the difference." She quoted, then turned and smiled at him lovingly. Unsure of her words he returned her smile with a smirk that he reserved only for her. Stepping out of the doorway she closed the screen softly, shading him and her black soul in darkness once more. Walking down the corridor a ways she came to her trusty yellow backpack and lifted it onto her shoulders. Letting out a staggering breath she turned to look back on the shoji screen doors that led to his study "I'm sorry Sesshomaru I just can't keep smiling." She told herself as her smile fell and a single tear escaped her eyes, quickly whipping it away she turned and left Sesshomaru, escaping into the forest, into another life, another time, another fairy tale.

His soul was tainted so white it blinded her and numbered her senses and she was so pure black he was lost in her soul, never to be found. They held absolute power over one another if only they knew what it all meant. If only.