Art Felt Drawings

A/N: i have been editing and doing a wee bit of spelling corrections.. as well as add some content.. minut things here and there.. as well as the first chapter.. some changes were made.. so if you get confused skim the last chapter. sorry all.. but i need some sort of flow and since i type at night i tend to umm.. shall we say make little to no sense as i go?

ok ok ok.. enough of that on with the story.. and i will add this A/N to the next chapter too!! SQUEE!

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Back into the Past...

“So what exactly are you telling me Inuyasha?” The questioning miko slowly started to add her art supplies and some small canvases, to a dark green duffle bag giving her best friend side long glances. After remembering her journals too, she started on her horrible yellow bag. Ok lets see I got ninja food, art supplies. She mentally checked off her list and realized that she needed her medical supplies. Still searching for jewel shards, she sighed mentally, still searching.

She realized that she still needed her most valuable things, her music. Artists, such as Kagome, lived on music to help them draw. It takes their minds off the pain and give them some insight, well that's what Kagome told herself and anyone that's ever asked her why she only listens to her Frankie any ways.

“Um.. Sesh wants you to bring some of your drawings and he needs to talk to you about something or other..” The hanyou in question looked anywhere but his ‘sisters’ eyes, getting nervous with each intake of breathe, he sighed audible. Shoulda just kept my big yap shut, thought the humbled hanyou. “So are you ready yet?” Not gaining an answer from his surguite sister he continued, “ We have to travel to his umm.. place...” Ears plastered to his head he waited for the screams of outrage, or the ‘sit’ of doom. Nothing. He peaked through and saw that she stopped moving. Well minus a twitch here and there.

“Yash... You know how I feel about leaving the Edo village. Can’t it wait till after spring semester? Please? I have to turn in my project.” She looked at, her brother of the heart- as she called him, and continued her ramble like crazed lune. “Oh, I haven’t told you the best part about the day, huh?” Naturally she did not wait for an answer and continued, “ I made her choke as soon as she saw this.” She went back down stairs and came back up, canvas in hand behind her back. “Ok, buddy, your my best critic. Tell me, does it suck?”

To say his breathe was taken away was an oversight. He felt like he was punched in the gut. This, this is what Sesh needs to see for him to understand why Kag’s is so good. Another thing dawn on him as well, Kagome has a ‘thing’ for his brother. Do not ask why it took him so long, or why its finally dawned on him. “Kag’s,” started the silver haired man-boy, “you need to bring that, can-vase, with you too. M’kay? Everyone needs to see it. Its too good to stay here while we hunt down shards. We’ll keep it at the miko shrine in the village by my forest. Please?” He practically begged her to take it along. Realizing that he did not answer her questions he sported a HUGE shit eating grin and continued, “Obviously, its a masterpiece beyond words. Kag’s, its by far the greatest charcoal you have ever made. And I’m not just sayin’ it, ok?”

Saying that her heart was in her stomach from the belly flops she did is just the tip of her iceberg. She felt like she was on cloud nine. All the villagers in Edo will see her drawing, though they all loved her and her drawings. This will be different, this was of the Sesshomaru. What if they tried to destroy it? Or if they get angry at me? Rejections, no matter what form - to Kagome, hurt more than anything. Maybe, she started to think hopefully, he’ll see it. Than.. Oh come on girl, she started back to the reality, he will never degrade himself to a human level. Sighing out loud, she grabbed her heavy duty walkman (A/N : yes they still make those in my story- plus why bring an expensive ipod to watch it get destroyed), and all of her Frank Sinatra cd’s. Plus one other that she thinks Inuyasha might enjoy, stuffing that into her yellow abomination of a backpack. Slugging it on her shoulder, she gave him a nod of her head, he grabbed her art duffle bag.

The young woman looked one more time around her house, yea- all hers, and closed and locked the door. The short walk to the well was uneventful and they jumped.

**To the Past we GO!!**

Pacing back and forth under a a weeping willow that he knew the miko took great amount of time in making it her little sanctuary, he started to think. What’s taking so long? I send him to fetch her and it takes him this long? Why do I let him do these things? We will be sparring well past dinner time now. Mentally sighing, the Great Demon Lord Sesshomaru, he stopped and tried to get back to his meditation. Calming his breathing, he tried to locate his center, but all he saw was drawings. Pictures, and paper. Drawing utensils, ‘art supplies’ as his brother put it. Growling low in his chest he rose again. “Dammit.’”

Than he felt it. A difference in the air, is half-siblings aura. The air grew heavy and he knew the miko has come too. Rising with all the grace any lordy demon could posses, he walked with well places steps to the elder miko’s hut, to the north. As he walked he started to think again. What is happening to me? Is she stuck in my mind now? Did something happen so many years ago that I will always be effect by her even if she’s not here? Growing irritated he quickened his pace. Now is not the time to dwell on such fleeting thoughts, he reprimanded himself.

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In Kaede’s hut, Kagome sat her yellow bag down and took her walkman out along with Inuyasha’s suprise cd. She looked at her friend of many many years, and winked at him. Motioning her hand for him to follow her they went out side on the side of the hut towards the forest. She carried the walkman and he carried the artists' tools of trade. Stepping out of the hut she remembered her chat with the elder miko about certain things. Kaede was nice to them, but when Kagome brought some sort of futurestic device she asked them nicely to take it out side and to the back near the woods. Somethings were ment for the future, and some people wanted to be able to hear when they turned eighty.

As she placed the over sized skull candy headphones on top of the walkman, she turned the volume all the way up than press played. Looking for the right song she stopped at number eight and waited for the words to come out of the head phones by the Red Hot Chile Peppers. “Porcelain... Are you wasting away in your skin..” As the lyrics and soft melody came out Kagome started to waltz around by herself in circles. Souta told her about the American band. The song continued as if helping Kagome forget her troubles, melting them away. ”Are you missing the love of you kin.. Drifting and floating and fading away..” Inuyasha watch his friend dancing around till they started to her tree. Past the tree line he sense Sesshomaru and waited, but unlike him the song continued as if nothing around mattered. “Porcelain... Do you smell like a girl when you smile.. Can you bear not to share with your child.. Drifting and floating and fading away..”

All Kagome sensed was her music and her light feet barely skimming the grass as she moved to the beat. Nothing mattered but this song, the feelings or emotions, nothing. “Lit-tle luu-uune... Aaa-ll da-a-y.. Lit-tle luu-une..” Sighing as she turned and stopped to look at her ‘brother’ the normal beat began as if the song started again. Truth be told it never stopped just continued on. “Porcelain.. Do you carry the moon in your womb.. Some one said that your fading too soon.. Drifting and floating and fading away..” She noticed now that Inuyasha has stopped and waited for him to walk with her. Their song, hers and Souta’s, never waited. “Porcelain.. Are you wasting away in you skin.. Are you missing the love of your kin.. Nodding and melting and fading away..”

Sesshomaru watched the dancing fairie for what felt like a hundred years as she moved in circles similar to what Rin does when she dances, only difference is Kagome had grace and looked to be floating. Noting her feet he held a breath and stopped in his self made spot. They slowly started to miss the ground with each word hummed by the little creature, weightless. The song came to a closed and the two inu brothers stared at the miko floating above the tall grass. “Lit-tle luu-uune... Aaaa-ll da-a-y..Lit-tle luu-uune....” Slowly she sank back down to the ground and twirled as the song faded. She sank to the ground and looked out beyond the tree’s directly at him and froze him to his place. Closing her eyes. She looked at his brother for him to hurry she needed to draw. He felt her ache for her tools..

Fingers started to twitch and ache.. almost like tiny paper cuts on the tips of her fingers. She needed to draw. Souta’s eyes.. they refused to leave her mind. They need to escape her mind to set them free. That was her thought process. That's as far as she could think. Again she started, “ Hurry.. Aching.. All over.. I can feel it crawling up my wrists. Yash I need something.. Journal. Any journal. Please.” As she looked into his eyes, and silent tears left tracks on red cheeks, her hands twitched and pulsed.

Sesshomaru was rooted. What is happening to her, he questioned. His brother hustled to her side and handed her a ‘journal’ an she dug around till she selected some colored pastels. His brother than scooped her up and carried her to her tree. When they sat down, Inuyasha placed the weird noise makers on his dog ears, fiddled with the rounded thing. It never even fazed the little onna in his arms, madly scribbling in her book, tongue sticking out to the side in deep concentration. She appeared to be a slave to her work. She looked like she lost weight sense he saw her last. His miko does not look right, wait, ‘his’? He questioned silently to himself, no, not mine. She is no one’s, she is free. Merely a small hume in all thoughts and processes nothing more or less. But he felt like a peeping man, spying on her in her mostly vulnerable time. Now he knew why the inu-tachi was taking so long to gather the shards. Why they would ask for him to bring Rin over for far to often play dates.

Kagome’s mind started to reel in one way only to be taken in another. What is happening to me, she thought to herself. She glanced up at her friend, barely raising her head form her work, he sat down in his usual sitting position - arms thrusted in his sleeve of his haori, sitting indian style next to her. Slowly she grabbed her dark red pastel and looked at him once more. She turned the page. Not today, she thought, his eyes are mine for another day. One day Souta, she began her solo monolouge, I will set you free. Just not, not today. Its too hard, you know?

Slow drags of crimson started to appear on the paper. She watched her friend, with his eyes closed, and continued. Clearing her throat she waited for him to open one eye, than she motioned for both to open, and she continued like nothing ever happened.

He waited. These moments she would point and tell him where and how far it was to the next jewel shard. She could not go in a state like this. They would ask Sesshomaru to bring Rin, so someone could watch Kagome, while the taichi was down their miko of choice. These phases she has can last days. No wonder she was so scared about going to Sessh’s, thought the hanyou. Well no matter, at least He saw what I kinda ment. Inuyasha coughed out loud trying to get his brother to approach them in a manner so as not to scare his ‘buddy’. He looked straight ahead at his brother, than nodded his head towards where they sat.

Sesshomaru slowly approached the two, though reluctantly. Rin was not present with him. He thought that he would just gather the miko and take her back with him. Now he was unsure. This was not part of his plan, he thought to himself, just get the onna and come back home. But seeing her like this for just a little bit with out her art when she needs it, its sad. Like a drunk that runs out of his choice beverage, throwing bottles and making a problem. Granted the hume next to his brother and he doesn't go to quite that extreme, but he actually saw the pains on her flesh of her wrists and hands. He looked at the paper the miko was holding up next to his brother and was again shocked. It was so life like. It looked like the little hanyou on paper, trapped there forever. Finally he breathed in deep when the miko, Kagome, looked up after smearing some red to the green earth of her drawing to give a look of his brother being one with the grass almost. He gave her a small quirk of his lips, the only way he knew how to smile these days.

Kagome finally came back. She always looses herself in her work till its done or nearly completion. She stretched like a kitten waking in the morning and looked at her art. Oh wait, she reached back into the pastels and grabbed some silver and black, smearing some on her index finger than applying pressure to the hair line towards the back. Ahh, thought the dazed miko, perfection. Looking around once she pointed to the south east and began, “I sense one jewel shard that way.” She than reached into her shirt and pulled out her vial of 5 shards, and began again. “ Place the shard in here, it will take you guys probably about, hmm? I say a week, just to be sure. You may also get another shard if you travel a little more east when you are all done. But,” she looked dead center at the hanyou’s face,” I would wait on that for awhile yet. Something is different about that one.” Said miko than scrunched her face as if she smelled something very, very gross. “It makes my skin feel like theirs bugs crawling all over, like I’m unclean. Blughghgh.” She shivered uncontrollably.

Sesshomaru remain quite speechless, and slightly ignored. He looked at the picture of his brother on the pad and was still shocked. Did she do that every time she saw this Sesshomaru? She is truly a slave to her work if that's the case. Scenting the air, he smiled. So she finally realized I’m here. Hn. The air became like sweet water and sunflowers. Too much in though can leave you feeling a little dizzy, he reminded himself of the last sparring match he had with his half sibling. Nearly loosing that arm as well, shaking his head and straightening his back he remember that he had at least questions to ask. “Young miko,” he paused to make she was paying attention, “I hear that you have drawings of this Sesshomaru? May I please look upon these,” stopping himself before he said something he would soon not want to say - out loud any ways-, “drawings?”

“What?” The woman in question realized that yes, indeed, Sesshomaru knew about her work. Hopefully, she mused, not all of them any ways. She shot a glare at Inuyasha. Why can’t my life just get simpler? A loud sigh escaped her lips. “Well I have some in this journal.” Pointing at said brown journal, it looked worn and used. Than continued, “ though they are not as current, and in my opinion, I have better ones in my other journals.” Rummaging through her dark green duffle bag she produced a white leather bound journal with blue flowers on it, tied closed by more white leather strips. “Just be gentle with it. Not only is it old, but full of my favorite doodles. Plus some of the pages are no longer bound to the spine so they tend to fly out, and that would be devastating.” She said the last part with her head down and shaking it side to side.

“Little hume,” began the taiyouki, “worry not for this Sesshomaru will take good care of all the work in my possession. Nothing will happen to your, ‘doodles’, as you so put them. I will be near by, if you need anything from this Demon lord, do not hesitate to ask me.” With that, said demon lord rose from his position, two journals in tow and went to a more secluded area.

The two friends rose and slowly returned to the village. Kagome needed to put her art class canvas up so no dirt will get on it. That canvas, after all, was a very important grade. Plus she was thinking of coloring it, but she needed to just see it by its self. “Color,” she began and startled her silent companion, “would do a world of color to that picture indeed.” Too bad, her hanyou was thinking the same thing, just not in the same reflection.

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seems a bit short, huh?? well not by much.

Sugar0o : i will try to add one of the songs in here, which one.. i cant say.. suspense!!

LovelyJaded : you will just have to wait and see about Souta. oo yess... yess i am all that is evil.

thanks for the reviews and hits in general.. though reviews do fuel my fire to keep writing.. i never thought i would get reviews. though this fic is getting more action than my other less seen fic. so please keep it going and i may have another chapter sooner than you think guys.

ThankYou!
higan