My Artistic Heart by Massao-na-Mizu

Prologue--The Broken Heart

"Feh. Will you even finish that?" Said an impatient male's voice.

Kagome only smiled. "Of course, Inu Yasha. Of course," she replied softly, dipping her camel hair brush into the linseed oil.

Inu Yasha sighed, shaking his head and plopping onto the seat beside Kagome's; looking boredly at it. Kagome just smiled.

"Don't be impatient. You will never see the seed bloom into a majestic flower if you are not patient." She told him.

Inu Yasha muttered 'whatever' as he looked at Kagome's beautiful face. Now, this is a painting he won't regret gazing at all his life.

Her face was lightly lit by the dancing lights from the window; shadowing some corners and making her look like an angel. Her wavy hair was up in a simple twist; just to keep it out of her paint. It will be hard to get off if would be painted with oil paint. Her natural rose-colored lips (not the red roses...), licked every now and then by her pink tongue.

Yes. This would be a better thing to watch. He thought to himself, blushing faintly.

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Rain poured hard that fateful day... Thunder was heard and lightning pierced the dark sky; as if it was angry.

"How could you do this to me?" Kagome ask in a tight, soft whisper.

How could he..? After all she's done for him... For loving him..?

Inu Yasha bowed his head shamefully. "I'm sorry Kagome... But I thought this would be the best for us. I mean, I simply don't have a part or space in your life. All you do is paint. I don't think you're ready for a love life." He said quietly. He dared to raise his head just to see her eyes covered with her bangs as she shook her head bitterly with chuckles just as bitter.

He felt guiltier at the sound of her voice and as every chuckle came out of her small mouth. "When will you ever have brains?" It was said with bitterness and anger. The betrayal was evident in her voice too. "Stupid Inu Yasha. Even your name is stupid. You really seem fit for it. For what it means." She said, the anger rising from her voice. Inu Yasha felt knives slash his heart, grinding it repeatedly.

"I only paint two times a week and the rest of the time, I spend it with you. Ungrateful bastard you are; I've almost neglected my real friends because of you. Get out. Never show your face again to me." She hissed, hatred now covering up any trace of bitterness or any more emotions.

It was the last time he'd ever heard from her. She had moved to another place to where he didn't know. He had tried to find her but Kikyo, the woman he had left Kagome for, was jealous and the evil glares and remarks from her friends and respecting students had taunted him, making what he did engrave onto him. He was not allowed to forget. He was not allowed to be free...

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"Sango! I'm going!" Kagome said loudly, just enough for her friend to hear. Footsteps could be heard as it made its way towards the first floor of their small apartment. Only big enough to fit them both. Sango hurriedly tied her long black hair and grinned at her.

"Do you absolutely don't have any consideration of waiting for me?" She said teasingly to Kagome. Kagome only smiled and chuckled softly. She pawed her wrist, making a signal to walk with her. Sango immediately complied.

When they got out of the house, Kagome closed the door and pocketed her key. Sango waited for her patiently.

Kagome had her art materials on her backpack; like Sango. "Actually," She said thoughtfully, earning a. arched eyebrow from Sango. "I do have consideration. It's just not high enough." She grinned as she saw Sango's playful scowl and then grinned, quickening her pace a bit so that Sango was jogging towards her.

They giggled together until they reached the Tokyo University and went their separate ways

TBC...