Art Felt Drawings

**Feudal Era**

Shippou sat around with the small offering of villagers, in a circle. He was trying to have them understand about the placement and the drawing his mother made. They agreed on somethings, like the house itself. The home seemed huge but it really should be, considering all of the company she has and makes on her travels. The whole idea as a whole was befitting for her and all of her friends, demon or otherwise.

The group of villagers consisted of three carpenters and four men that had some experience in helping with a hut or four in their day. Kaede, when she was not busy helping the village women or the sickly, would give direction or see that they were fed and had water on hand.

Rin was finished making her flower wreaths for the new house, when she saw Kaede. By instincts the child raised and stood next to the elder miko and looked up, smiling. Kaede bent down to Rin’s little ear, you could hear the popping and straining of old muscles, she whispered to the youth. “ Child, will ye get me as soon as ye see the Demon Lord of the West? Or Kagome?” Rin nodded her head, small cherub cheeks aflame with responsibility and embarrassment at being the one the elder trusted. “Good child. Also will ye be staying with the young kitsune? He may need ye when it comes to the villagers. I doubt they will take him seriously since he is a fox demon after all. They suspect him of mischief and trickery, when all he has been is kind to the miko Kagome.”

Rin nodded in ernest this time. She loved her friend Shippou and if she must protect his honor, duty or otherwise than she will do it. Bowing to the elder miko as she heard old bones creak and groan, wondering what it must feel like to have your body talk to you all the time about bending.

Glancing around for her small charge, she spotted him trying to show the carpenters the drawing and stating where the miko was standing. He knew she wanted it to be as close to her tree as possible. The carpenters had another idea all together, saying that since the house is so big and they are helping, they want it to be near their village so they could show off their work to new comers to the village possibly try to get some business out of this.

Rin was seething with anger as she approached, she spoke low so all could understand the importance from one so young making a grown up decision. “How dare you use Kagome-sama to help you get gold? She is a miko and you would tarnish her purity with something so underhanded and greedy. If that is they way you all will think than on behalf of my lord, The Great Sesshomaru, I ask you to leave. We will not be needing any help from filthy, greedy, sneaky men that want to abuse a miko’s trust.”

Rin was livid. Never did she think people would use a miko to their advantage, now she realized how much of a sheltered life she has had with her lord. Rin being alone, was slowly growing, though it will be for the better. She was loosing her innocence and ignorance to her small world.

Two out of the three carpenters said sayonara, including the one that wanted to make a quick sack of gold. Mumbling about rotten little girls and annoying kitsune’s. The remainder bowed low and apologized for the men that he thought were their for the Lady Kagome. Shippou glanced that the man and realized that it was Tekaki father, Yuu. When all three of the carpenters where there, Yuu stayed in the background and waited, almost knowing that he wouldn’t get a say any ways. Shippou nodded his head to the man.

Rin smiled, knowing that she did good for her friends and lord. She ventured back to her flowers and started to look for one in particular, Shippous said it reminded him of his mother. Finding herself near Ah and Un she knew that she was in capable claws, a feeling of calm washed over her. Looking behind her one last time, on the top of the hill she saw the elder miko smiling. Yea, thought Rin, I did good.


**Present time Japan**

Kagome climbed the ladder and waited for the strange woman and Sesshomaru. Than the pain happened. Beyond her arms to her small back and shoulder blades. It was like a hot knife sliding up and down her back. “No! Why now? I can’t.. “ She doubled over in her unimaginable pains.

Kagome slowly left the well house and walked like a being with no purpose, a zombie, to her house. She grabbed her key from her pocket and stuck the key in the hole. A tug on her soul confirmed that they had passed through, she sighed in relief and called softly for her demon friend to hear. “Sesshomaru, the burning. I can feel the burning. Come into my home and wait down stairs I need to.. to.” She knew that he could smell her scent just fine.

When she opened the door the smell of the house and her loved ones assailed her nose. She needed to draw. Dark brown, echoed in her mind, dark brown. Kagome did not understand as she walked with no will of her own and climbed the stairs.

While she was treading up the stairs she saw him. Dark brown hair and eyes greeted her in a frame. Her father’s face, behind the dusty glass of the frame, smiled a sad smile at her. Almost begging for her to stop, the eyes looked pleading. Yanking the picture off the wall she ran upstairs and slammed the door. Ruffling of papers and music, the King, resounded in the house as the mad miko started to outline her painting.

The demon was assaulted, that would be the best way to describe is over worked senses. The putrid stink in the air, he wanted to vomit in front of Sarah. Demon Lord or not, he felt nauseated. His world was spinning. Than the noise. Oh gods, the noise. He covered his ears and looked down at the ground willing himself to just focus on Sarah’s scent and breathing.

Than he heard her. Kagome. She sounded like in a trance. Her pain was growing and he knew something was different this time. He looked at Sarah and calmed his demeanor once more. She looked ghostly pale. “The stench.” Was all that he could her from her.

They, a demon lord and a wood nymph, glided across the grounds till they saw the house of Kagome. “She told me to tell you and I to wait down stairs. The miko needs to ‘tend’ to some matters at hand.” He opened the door to the house and felt a calm enter his body. Than he heard it. A very sad sound coming from upstairs. He watched as Sarah sat at the table with the high chairs and looked around.

Sarah nodded towards the stairs for Sesshomaru to go. She knew that he was feeling her pain and sadness and was happy that he found her. Sarah knew the pains of being away from a loved one.

As he climbed the stairs he heard her sing loudly with the music, wondering where it came from since it was louder than her other music producer. His heart wretched in his chest as he listened to her sing and cry sadly.

“Well since my baby left me, I’ve found a new place to dwell, Its down at the end of lonely street.. At, Heartbreak hotel... You make me so lonely baby, I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die.”

“Daddy.” She stroked the glass of her father’s face and tears leaked from her eyes. Than the music swept her away. No time to remember him pushing her on swings when she was little, or when he would pick her up in the air and yell airplane. The tears flowed onto each other. To evolved in her music to hear her door open or see the Lord of the West standing in her door way.

“Although its always crowded, You still can find some room. Where broken hearted lovers do cry away the gloom. You make me so lonely baby, I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die. Well, the bell hops tears keep flowin, and the desk clerks dressed in black. Well they been so long on lonely street they ain’t ever gonna look back.”

Sarah heard the sad ballad of emotions coming from the music and the girl. She felt her cheek and gasped, she hadn’t cried for nineteen years, not since.. No do not think about it just yet. There is time. As time crept by the music sounded through out the house, with a miko serenading the music and taiyouki.

“You make me so lonely baby, I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die.” As the silent demon approached the entranced miko he saw a picture of a man behind glass. A sniff confirmed that it has been like that for a long time, aged dust has collected on the glass and picture. Than he looked what the miko was finishing up on and his chest heaved, a pain unlike any he felt flood his emotions. He could not take it, all at once and went down on one knee.

It was beautiful. The start of it. This was the first time that he actually looked at her work and it was still not finished. He was startled out of his ogling when he noticed her rise and search through out her room, colored water and brushes.

Her eyes had a glazed over look, like she was locked away from herself. As is what he does to his beast. How can you let her look like this, disheveled, lost, almost gone from us? Does our heart not ache to see her happy? His angry beast was in an outrage with is other self, if his beast continued to act like this.. No! He refused to think further on that subject.

As the demon had his inner fight the music continued. Trying to soothe all those in the house with someone else's heartache and pains. Elvis played his part this day.

“Hey now, if your baby leaves you, And you got a tale the tell. Just take a walk down lonely street to Heartbreak hotel.” As the music started to come down Kagome grabbed a paint brush and dunked it into the bright green, beginning her shmear and drag across the paper. A light grew around her body as she continued to paint. A light lavender cover her body, but she never noticed. Her body was a slave to her art and her art came first, life second.

Sesshomaru’s hackles started to rise. This light was foreign and smelled of ancient powers. He heard foot steps coming from the stairs and waited, like a blur of red hair Sarah emerged into the door way and froze.

She went down to her knees and her fingers felt numb. Sarah gripped her hands and looked beyond the girl at the lavender glow. The miko’s wings stopped, and Sarah edged to the girl with murky see through wings. “Scott?” That singled word escaped he nymph, and she looked at her friend. She scooted on her knees to the wings, reaching out to touch them but was frozen when she heard an all to familiar growl from her friend. Giving him a peculiar look she reached, with her small finger nail biting hands, once more. A shock coursed through her and she gasped aloud. Looking at a man, well spirit, that she hadn’t seen for seventy four years.

A spirit floated above the girl giving her a stern look. Turning away from them to his charge at hand, he stroked her hair in a loving manor than faded back into the lavender glow that surrounded Kagome’s body. That’s when the other two that were not gone felt no evil presence and they looked at each other and waited.

The miko never noticed. She felt arms again around her, a comfy sigh escaped her lungs and she dunked her paint brush into a bright yellow color. Her tears long since dried up but her face felt tight where the lack of moisture was. As the light started to loose its color she started to gain her eye sight and body. Stretching like a tiger after a large dinner, she looked around and noticed the two on her floor.

Kagome turned back to her work and froze. A single tear gave her the moisture to one cheek, well as a word tainted her mouth. “Daddy?” She got up went to steps toward Sesshomaru bent down. “I’m going to make tea. When your ready, you can ask me questions. Just..” She paused trying to gain some composure. Breathe, she coached. “Give me a few moments, ok?” Not waiting for his answer she dashed down the stairs into the kitchen.

He smelled water coming from... metal? Bah! Improbable. Movement caught his eye and he watched the wood creature flutter to the painting. Her hand hovering over the image. When she stepped aside his breathe was stuck in his throat. The colors were bright, no matter how far you where it would catch your eye. Than he noticed the picture itself. A small girl, younger than Rin, was being pushed on some sort of swing. But it was black and round. The happy girl looked like.. the miko?

Sarah was silent. She thought one thing, Scott died in this time. To only realize that he had children with another woman than died here. She felt numb. All the emotions were going haywire.

The whistling tea pot was the only noise in the house. Demon and nymph went down the stairs to unwind and froze on the spot.

"Daddy?"

"Scott?"

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Yes i know! **Gasp insert here** so if you have any rotten fruit now would be the time.. or veggie's.

This was soo explosive i wrote it in a matter of 6 hours.. it seriously exploded out of my head and into the key board.. it felt awesome! and than as i kept going it stopped.. and the song i got from watching lilo and stitch.. yea.. i love me some cartoons! thank you very much!

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