Densetsu-den Damaru
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Izayoi carefully helped her mother unpack the last of their
measly belongings from the ugly van parked on the curb.
is the famous shrine… not much. Her
mother used to speak of fairytales when she was seven… of a man with silver
hair and eyes like the dawn… her father.
All those stories centered on this place, but it didn’t seem to be all
that her mother made it out to be. In
her opinion… it seemed, lacking. Just as
she was about to pass her mother, and walk up the stairs to her new room,
Kagome gripped her arm; tenderly.
“Izzy… I
umm… I wanted you to know how much I love you; this is a new adventure for both
of us.” Izayoi couldn’t help but roll
her eyes just a bit.
“Mom, you
grew up here… how is this new?” Kagome
bit her lip and hugged her daughter close, running her fingers through the long
black tresses, smoothing out the strand of silver that framed her little girl’s
face as she pulled away.
“Believe
me… it will be a new adventure. Go
unpack the rest of your stuff alright?
You can have my old room, we’ll relax today but… tomorrow we have a lot
to do.” Placing a kiss on Izayoi’s
forehead, she watched as the young eleven year old girl trotted up the
stairs. Kagome sighed.
sometimes…the thought caused a smile to form upon her lips as she walked out to the yard.
Izayoi They worked all day, regardless of her mother telling her that they were There was “Dinner, “Mom, “Feel “Never mind ~*~ Later that “Momma…” “You wanna “I feel him
watched her mother from the window of the bedroom.
about the big tree the woman’s hand rested upon.
mother intently... nothing was out of the ordinary.
boxes scattered along the walls of the room.
going to wait until the morning; they spent all night organizing the
house. Now, Izayoi was lazed on the newly
set up couch… watching television, as her mother fixed dinner in the large
kitchen.
absolutely nothing interesting on the small box… everything was droning, and
Izayoi’s attention was blurring in and out of focus.
carefully scanning the yard just beyond the glass.
tree. She didn’t know why, but that tree
felt important… like it was a major part of her history… of her future…like
someone was watching lovingly from that tree.
Quickly being pulled from her thoughts came her mothers voice.
Hun… you eating?” She smiled and Izayoi
smiled back; following begrudgingly into the kitchen.
what’s up with the tree outside?” She asked as she took her seat across from
her mother. “It seems so… I don’t
know. There’s just something about it
that makes me feel things.” Kagome
cocked a brow.
things? Like what Izzy?”
she knew it. Izayoi took a breath and
picked up the chopsticks beside the bowl.
ma. I'm pretty sure that it’s all in my
head.” Sensing that she didn’t want to
talk about it, Kagome let her question slide for the time being and ate.
night as Kagome finish cleaning the dishes, she walked into the living room to
find that the eleven year old angel, had fallen asleep
on the couch. Kagome sat beside her
sleeping form and rubbed her forehead; gently sweeping the hair of her bangs
from the skin. Izayoi stirred slightly
at the action, and her eyes fluttered open.
she voiced sleepily, as Kagome shushed her.
go sleep in your bed, baby?” Izayoi
nodded and lazily followed her mother up the stairs.
glanced out the familiar window upon the Goshinboku and sighed.
as she reached the door, sure that she had already fallen back into her dreams.
too honey…”