Art Felt Drawings

A/N : Ok last time i bring this up. i added some stuff to the other chapters as well as edited.. there is a little snipit about that in the first chapter at the bottom.. soo i will remind you all about said snipit.. plus i like to type snipit.. anyways this is chapter is for sugar0o!!! cause well if it wasnt for u i prolly woulda pick a rather lame song.. and this is anti lame i think... ok soo on with the awesome that is next!!!

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The Demon of the West, journals in hand, went to tell Jaken to fetch his ward to bring to the village by Inuyasha village. He only stayed there for stricked orders than vanished back into his ball of blinding yellow energy, almost like lightening. It looked to be controlled and yet as if it though screamed that it was managed with slight of hand.

He did, after all, tell the slip of a hume that he would not stray far. True, but never did he say for how long. She didn’t need to know that now though. He came back to the clearing in front of the weeping willow and sat in the tree across the clearing to gaze at it for when the onna would return. His wait would not be long. At least, he thought looking at Kagome's journals, I won’t be bored.

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As the taichi gathered their supplies they made ready to leave Sango begged Kagome one last time to go with them. “How can we get the shards without you Kagome?” She looked at her ‘sister’ with longing in her eyes. How she missed her days of travel with Kagome, before the tragedy of young womans family struck her to such a deep cord. The demon hunter also knew that Kagome cannot keep up with them. The signs of her depression showed on her face, she had that glazed look in her eyes like she was going into her grieving spiral. What has become of my dear friend, inwardly cried the woman.

“You already know that Miroku can get the shards once they fall to the ground. You guys are just going to have to tear the oni apart is all.” Speaking in a low whisper so hanyou ears can’t hear she stated. “Do not let Yash go after the shard towards the east, please? There is a great evil, thing! I don’t know what it is, but just feeling that shard alone scares me.” She looked at Sango one more time than straighten up, a calm came over her face and features one word escaped her lips spoken, “Please.” The girl had such a broken voice the demon slayer began to cry but nodded her head slowly.

The taichi looked one last time at their comrade before departing. Inuyasha always the strong back bone of the group pressed on as if she was there all along. Sango, her sister, had silent tears in her eyes as she watched Kagome shrink into the village background. Miroku getting nervous again, glancing at the small jar in his hand to his friend stuck from her own plagues. Kirara stuck in her smaller form meowed her own thoughts out loud. Inu in turn gruffed at her for silence and respect for their lost miko.

Shippou went with Kaede to help a village child with a broken leg. Looking back at his mama he knew that if he stayed it would only be in silence or sadness, at least he can make some one feel happy with his fox magic. Even if it was for a little while.

Kaede sighed inwardly. This child is at a cross roads. Grief on one hand and lacking in her own strength in the other. She needs her own family. Not the one she lost. A.. new one. Maybe the two inu brothers can help her with that. Aye, I will talk to them both. “Come along Shippou. Tekaki can’t laugh without you lately, and he may need you for quite a bit today.” The elder miko smiled down at the young kitsune, watching in fascination as his chest puffed out with pride.

Gruffly he replied, “Yes, Kaede- baa-baa. Yes. I am the best for the job,” he lost the battle and drew in a breathe and continued, ” huh?” The little fox demon turned around to look at his mother to see her retreating back towards the hut. A small, sad sigh disgraced his lips as he looked down at the ground. Somethings, he mused, need a change.

Down the path Kagome never sent them off with a wave of her hand or silent tears. No, she steeled her resolve grabbed a small eight inch by eleven inch canvas and grabbed her walkman. Taking out the Red Hot Chile Peppers and putting in her main man Frankie. Walking in the direction for the willow tree she looked back past Kaede’s hut, on top of a hill, near the willow. Before she pushed play she looked back at her taichi, a single tear rolled down her cheek, she just let it go. Like it, she could never make them wait for her or push for them to be with her, they had their duties. And she had - her .. art.

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As Kagome sat under her willow tree she closed her eyes and let the song claim her body and soul. This song, always reminds me of him. The miko sighed in happiness as she turned the music up on her head phones and rose up. Gracefully the music entered the clearing. “Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you... Embrace me, you irreplaceable you..” As the music carried the girl to new heights she imagined a certain demon as her partner as he started to twirl her once than the music slow and lowly began once again. “Just one look at you.. My heart grew tipsy in me.. You and you alone.. Bring out the gypsy in me...”

Eyes the color of the hottest magma stared at the woman dancing with grace again. This time no one knew he was near. He crept closure to the dancing nymph, the music playing edging her on as her silent audience could not remove the penetrating gaze. “I love all the many charms about you.. Above all, I want these arms about you..” With those words said the miko wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. Sesshomaru had enough of watching and doing nothing. Taking the ultimate chance he came to her back and drew her in to a soft embrace, a smile wired its way around his face and reached his eyes as he heard the next few lines of the song. Said miko clearly gone from the world, as she enter her own slice of happiness.

“Don’t be a naughty baby... Come to papa, come to papa do... “ Kagome felt so safe and warm. Like she was being held. The feeling of not touching ground, weightless almost, came back. She felt so warm, comfortably warm. But the song had a way of making her not care where she was, as long as this feeling never escaped her, she just did not care.

“Just,” began the miko, “embrace it, Kagome.” The miko felt arms wrap around her like paper to a present. They went together and she never wanted to let it go. She slowly laced her fingers with her mysterious embrace-er. Not caring that she couldn’t seen 'him'. Her aura peeked and she felt a safe presence in the air. Relaxing once more to know that she was truly in a safe state of mind. Once more the music took her away to her fantasy partner, never truly realizing that he wasn’t a fantasy anymore. Just behind her wrapping her in something stronger than a hug. A demon embrace.

“My sweet embraceable you...” Horns started to blare and yet the demon held on to the miko as if she would vanish or slip away into nothingness. The noise never bothered him, it felt as if, in this moment it truly belonged. Her smell started again, sweet water and sunflowers. What has this, this human creature done to me? These feeling, should not be taking over this Sesshomaru. Before he could think more on it or look down for that matter the music picked up and had him locked, frozen to hear the rest. “I love all the many charms about you.. Above all, I want my arms about you.. So don’t you be, a naughty baby.. Come to pap do-o.. My sweet embrace-aable you...”

As the song began to go through the last chords the demon lord felt lighter than air. His feet though should be touching the ground, right? He looked down and grabbed the onna rougher than he intended, but it was enough for Kagome to get knocked back into reality, though a bit too quickly for her taste.

“No,” started the miko, “no, wait. Mama, I felt your arms. You can’t ju- ,“ the rest stuck on her lips as she slowly realized that she was in the air with what appeared to be the Western Demon Lord’s arms. Oh no, thought the woman in the air, the pain. Her arms, Mama’s arms were in the back of her mind. The warm embrace of a hug from her mom. That feeling of being held and loved, needed to be drawn. “We have to get down, Sesshomaru. I need my canvas. Its burning me! Up my- arms!” She thought about going down and slowly, it started to work. A growl in her back proved that much. “Don’t you growl at me, Mister!” Its not like she did it on purpose. Thinking to much on it though, the ache grabbed hold of her and she was lost to the sight in her eyes. “The canvas, Sesh, I need the.. Canvas.” She moaned out the last part and hugged his arms closer.

The pain in Sesshomaru’s arms was unbearable. It burned him were her hands where. Dear Gods, groaned out the demon, how can she stand that pain? He growled again, but refused to let her go. “Miko, how can you yell at me when that pain is so.. unGodly?” He snarled out but refused to look at her.

As they touched down the woman crumpled to the ground and whimpered looking around, trying to drag herself to the willow tree. Sesshomaru stepped back afraid to get burned again from sudden contact, raced ahead and grabbed her canvas and a pencil. Only taking a glance at the other ‘supplie', second guessing his first grab,hearing a soft moan brought him back to reality. Handing her tools he than reached out for her thanking everything holy and good that she burned no longer. Scooping her up as if she weighed about as much as a leaf, he walked back to the tree. Caring the onna in his arm, with mokomoko for help on her upper body. Scribbling was heard under his chin, but he refused to look, wanting to wait till she was done so he knew what it was instead of guessing at air.

When he placed her on the ground she scooted to her paints and brushes, scribbles ceased as soon as she touched down to the earth. He was in awe about what was going on. She began mixing different colored waters, and noticed she added something to make it thicker. Digging into a smaller bag she pulled out a swatch of smaller sticks bundled together. Grabbing a pointy yet soft stick she dunked it into the water. Glancing at Kagome’s face he saw the ever present tongue sticking out, a sign of ultimate concentration. His smile appeared once again. He leaned against the tree and waited. Wondering what she has now drawn now, and how the funny looking water will change it to a different form of masterpiece.

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When Kagome started to see colors and white she began to blink and started on her stretch that she does right after a powerful song. Clearing her throat as she realized what she drew this time. Freezing her in mid brush stroke she gazed at the, well the.. What should she call it? Her mind was blank. She than noticed the demon lord from the corner of her eye and began to blush. This is, umm.. Different.. to say the least. This feeling was so right, and whole. She can only wish it to happen again.

Sesshomaru stirred once again with sunflowers and sweet water assaulted his nose once more, for the third time that day. He watched as the onna of his attention began to stretch like before, but froze and stared at her work of art. Curiosity getting the better of the taiyokai he stealing a glance and too froze in place.

It was a new perspective from what they did early in the air, but from the eyes of Kagome. Only it was a point where they were in an embrace. His arms snug and yet secure between her arms and shoulders to her narrow waist only to rest on her stomach. Her hands covering his, fingers laced together. Than he really looked and held his breathe. Her breasts were.. were.. out there. Clad in her t - shirt to bind them, still it left very little to the imagination. And the demon lord had a rather good imagination, he thought so at least.

What the crap, stated the conscious miko, did I just freaking draw! She looked at Sesshomaru and blushed five different shades of red before taking a deep breathe. Oh God, what have I done now? Looking over her shoulder to the slack jawed demon next to her clarity to the situation finally gave her the strength to rise.” Umm,” the flustered artist began, “gomen.” She bowed low and gabbed her painting and racing back to the village. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. What am I gonna do now? Crap! Crap! Crap! Nearly tripping on some imaginary tree root she needed to focus solely on her feet and her other action at a later time.

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Sesshomaru watched her retreating backside till it was over the hill. Wondering if it was him that cause the miko - gone artist - to have a moment of lost sanity. Well, he too slowly rose up and thought, Rin should be approaching with Jaken and Ah-Uh. Retreating back to his perch on the tree he began to look at each drawing in her journals.

Picking up the brown worn leather one he looked at a few pictures. Some were of his pack. One in particular of his pack stuck out. Rin’s kimono standing out among the flora and fauna of the flowers surrounding her. They were everywhere on the ground covering her feet and the bottom of her kimono. All drawn in a type of fat pencil, but it was darker and the lines so different than any thing her has seen. A huge smile plastered to her face as she held some of the flowers that she picked and turned into a crown out to the person looking at the picture as if saying, “Do you like it?” This was by far one of his soon to be dozens of favorites. She looked so at peace and calm, but that smile was truly his wards. The was it was drawn it needed no color, the shadows alone gave such a depth that color would just have been far too much.

Turning the page he sucked in a deep breathe and let it out. It was another of him. This one was different than all the rest. He was sitting next to his sibling after a long spar, they appeared to be chuckling about something. So much mirth was in his brothers eyes and true happiness. They finally had a family. As if to only reinforce that feeling, the drawing had two words on the bottom. “A Family.” The kanji was so flawless, it was like the drawings. Perfection. The coloring on this one was done by those colored waters, though it looked slighly faint, as if she added too much water to paints.

What is this feeling in me? Its as if my heart is constricting on its self. What is going on? He now stopped looking at the drawings and breathed. Closing the book, he needed to go see this miko and check on her. The air started to smell of the sea, tears were stinging his nose. Rising from his perch with all the grace of any royal figure, he looked around than jumped down. A billow of silk was the only noise to indicate that he went down. Turning around he walked to the willow tree. Feeling that the miko would try to get her supplies to late in the night for his tastes, he gathered them for her and strode to the village. Reflecting back to the latest masterpiece and having to slow down to savior the moment in his mind.

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As the young miko sat in the shrine and stared at the profile once again she came to a conclusion. “Color is a must.” She stated it to mostly win her inner debate and she dug around her duffle bag to retrieve her paints and brushes. Not feeling what she wanted she looked down into the bag, head practically submerged in the deep green bag. A frustrated sigh escaped as she remember as to why she doesn't have her paints or brushes. Sometimes I really need to think before I move, chided the miko. Great going Kag’s, now your gonna have to go get it, and the suns beginning to set. Growling at herself, may haps a bit too loud for her tastes. She stopped her self belittling, when she realized the that some of the villagers were staring at her like she had three heads.

Sighing again, like it was never going out of style, she gathered her painting and herself and walked the slow trek back to Kaede’s hut. Mumbling about something or other, not caring if she still appeared to be a crazed lune.

Looking around the village she went to check on her kit to see if he wanted to play with her. She had been neglecting him as of late and wanted some time for the two of them to play. Maybe I can teach him a new game so when Rin comes we all can play, pondered the young miko. With a spring in her step she continued her walk to the small hut. Than another thought struck her. Maybe when Inuyasha and the gang return I could see if they would help me with something.

Musing in her head, pictures, rough drafts, all of it was there. All she needed was muscles. Hmm. I’ll ask Shippou first to see what he thinks. A huge smile graced her pink cheeks as she walked back towards Kaede’s hut with a new idea in mind. Still being able to play with her kit, no plans were changed, just a different type of playing any ways.

A hut of their own, her and Shippou. Would he like that? I haven’t really been there for him in these last couple of months. Though every night he has slept with me, rubbed my head. Like .. She stopped. Just get to the hut, Kagome. Get to the hut.


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OK!!! soo umm.. does that kinda put you guys in the right direction... a little maybe??

SOO response time!

Sugar0o: i am a horrible foodie so i know what u mean when u watch the foodnetwork.. i hope you enjoy the chapter. but im not good at writing about cooking. best not to ask about that one. i loved this song soo much that i did it.. im thinking of quite a few more as well. thank you for the confident review.

Koimiko: I use to take art classes alot in school, and i had alot of friends that took advanced art classes. one in particuler really gave me the inspritation for this. so thanks alot!

catcopy: its great to know that im not the only one that gets the itch to draw. its like a thought in ur head and it wants OUT!! But i will probably be updating quite regular soo no worries.

Sesshy's Rose: Thanks. i try to think about the song and work around it. its weird but it makes it work better, well to me anyways.

wereling: that is going to be a suprise! But prolly in the next chapter you'll find out soon enough.

ok.. and to all the people that read.. Thanks a bunch!! its just kinda WOW-ish to see soo many hits on the story.. But remember reviews really get my blood boiling out right.. So if the baby is taking a nap or is asleep in bed chances are im typing up a new chapter or editing.. or playing a video game.. well

Thank YOU!!
higan