Color your world by moonflames

Color your world

Dedication: Tally Mark, Forthright, thank you for the encouragement. Words cannot express my appreciation enough.

Black, black, black, her world was surrounded in black. Sango's outfit, Inuyasha's human mane of hair. Black, black, black. Miroku's wind tunnel, Kikyo's perfectly perfect tresses, Naraku's...well, all of him. It was all around her, dragging her down, suffocating her, falling into her face.

Through the dense blackness of her bangs she scanned her surroundings and there she saw him. His solitary figure stood out against the horizon. Pristine, pale, white, ahhh, there's the white, there's the light. I knew I could find it.She started from the top.

white hair check

white pelt check

white clothes check

further down...damn shoes. Marring her happy image, blighting her existence, spiting her optimism. Damn those boots.

She could imagine asking him to remove them. "Yooo hooo, Sesshoumaru...sama could you take off your boots please? I seem to be having a minor meltdown and your black boots are the gateway to my personal hell." He would then raise an eyebrow and his claws.

She bit back a laugh of psychotic hilarity. "They are not black," he would say, as if that Sesshoumaru would suffer such a common term, "they are ebony."

Slowly her world shifted back into focus, yes she continued, he would say that, maybe, possibly. Ebony, not black, not on him, never on him.

She sighed and then all the blackness of the world receded and she was once again shrouded in a world of rainbows, pristine whites and him.

Special thank you to Ms. Selah, you were right, this works better now. You are the best.