Art Felt Drawings

**Sarah’s cottage**

“L-Lilliana?” Sesshomaru’s questioning voice could wait no more as he saw her gulp her last bite down. I do not understand, he thought, how can you have two names? I am Sesshomaru and she must be Sarah, or is it Lilliana? He growled low in his chest. He did not like to be made a fool, being young and arrogant had its draw backs, looking at her with hard amber eyes that could make the sun burn out. Waiting. He could wait, one can always wait for tea.

A shrill whistling noise brought Sarah back from her dazed deer meat gobblings to remember her water was ready for tea. Looking at the demon on the floor, silently asking the obvious question, he gave her a simple shoulder shrug knowing he was going to get some tea any ways. She always made extra and he was too polite for his own good to decline.

“We stayed away from old villages and cities for fifty years, always afraid to stray too far from each other. Staying low to the ground we heard through the grass when the survivors claimed us a pair of damned spirits. It would be only a matter of time as they were after our blood, and revenge. All of them.. All of my kin. Scott, he,” she paused choking on a sob that wanted to escape her. Darting her eyes away from her silent companion giving her some small moment of ease to her frail emotions, drawing in a steady breathe. Sarah continued, though reluctantly and feeling fatigue plague her small aging body, she cleared her throat and gazed at nothing.

Scott said that they should separate. That if they were separated it would be harder for tainted wood nymph’s to locate them. The wood nymph looked at her hyuume, thinking with a logical, though reluctant side of her body and brain. Her heart screamed and broke in to pieces all over the grass. It took her three hundred years to fall in love and now Fate was taking it away. She, Lilliana and Sarah, was to forever be in pain.

Her hyuume grabbed her hand and kissed the top and inside of her palm reciting a few words that will haunt her till her dying breathe, “ With the love of forever I give you the freedom to love another.”

A flash of white covered her body. A warm embrace covered her body, it was too bright to look out, but she felt their bond break. Her tears pooled around her eyes them tumbled down as the light let her see her loves face one last time.

He was pulled up in an orb he kissed his hand and put it up against the side that was closest to her and mouthed an ‘I love you’. It was a matter of seconds, her breathing labored and she tried to fight it but she had to, than she blinked and he was shot across the sky like a bright yellow comet.

The light cover her body anew and slowly, painfully made her a mortal. Lilliana’s wings were bent back and folded into her back, it felt like plunging daggers into her spine. She began to curl around her body, her beautiful auburn hair grabbed the light and changed a brilliant shade of flaming red. Her once unblemished skin became covered in freckles. Her clothes became that of a peasant.

Pain never ended, never receded. Scott was going to die and she would live. His sacrifice was always her pain. Every time she saw her reflection when she bathed or in any viscous nature body, a piece of her heart would break more. With every break she became more beautiful, more younger; it was her curse. She loved an unforbidden love and she must pay.

Deep down she knew that her hyuume just wanted her to be happy, to love and be free to love whom ever she would choose. He did not realize that his choice would make her never love again. Lilliana’s pain will never stop, death will be her ultimate embrace of freedom.

Years dragged on and the once wood nymph moved from village to village seeking comfort in family, or was it she was just lonely and isolated? Either way she never settle for too long, when living for eternity people tend to get jealous.

Sesshomaru stared at the creature in front of him with a look of understanding, well a small semblance of it. The silence in the cottage, after her tale, became thick as rendered pork fat. He rose from his sitting position and felt a faint pull to the forest. Looking one more time at Sara and giving her a smile of thanks he rushed out the door joining nature in a his nightly embrace and run. He wondered to himself if he should call her Sarah or is it Lilliana?

**Feudal Japan**

“You there!” Shippou bellowed at the muscular man trying to get his attention. He smiled a little smile when the man pointed at his chest and gave the small fox cub a innocent look as if to say, ‘who me?’ The fox seemed undeterred and pressed on. “Yes you,” he paused to make sure the man was paying attention. “I just wanted to say your doing a great job and take a break. Your working very hard and your making the other man look bad.”

Said man actually blushed, which with all his muscles and long hair, made him look like a girl. The kitsune could hold it in no longer, thanking any god there that the man was fast, and broke down in hysterics. Everyone stopped to look a the crazed kit, only Rin knew why he laughed and she was trying to keep a dignified face. If only so her lord’s honor may still be intercede.

Rin knew that she was to stay near Shippou until her lord returned, cause the fox demon was going to be the boss of this house making project and as the saying goes : the head cannot turn without the neck. She snickered to herself, looking around to make sure no one was really saw the smug look that tugged her lips, remember the proverb that Kagome gave her when Rin was complaining about said fox demon. To be young and know that power well its like a kid getting locked in a candy store. The difference with our young ward would be that she really likes the candy store.

To tell one the truth, she actually enjoys Shippou’s company a lot lately. They have been getting closer and closer. Rarely, since the treaty with the inu-taichi, has she seen her lord, always going off and doing what a taiyokai lord must do. She never really took it to the heart knowing that it just needed to be done.

As she placed her emotionless mask back on she walked over to Shippou and elbowed him in the side trying to get him under control. Seeing the mirth in his eyes and the tears from laughing far too much was her own undoing. She kicked his shin trying to get him to look at her, maybe that was her mistake she thought as she exploded in laughter, shattering her once emotionless mask.

Than Shippou rose, mischief and mirth gone as he looked around than at the sky. “Lunch TI-I-ME!” He bellowed at the top of his lungs getting the work crew to stop their banging and sawing. Than as quickly as it stopped, a cloud of dust ran rein on his eyes as he coughed and threw his arm around blindly. “Rin.. Rin.. I need you to be my eyes.” He was stumbling around trying to reach her, than he paused and heard it. Giggling. Where is it coming from? The left? The right maybe?

“Shippou-kun! Come on, Rin is hungry.” She looked at him flailing about and started to right out laugh to the point of loosing breathe, but she knew it wasn’t nice to laugh at the fox demon and she felt guilt tugged at her soul so she straightened her back and squared her shoulders. Clearing her throat, she tried to reach him, only he had struck her arm and becoming frightened she retracted her movements and growled low in her chest. Another trait copied from her lord. “Rin will help you. Stay still please, Shippou-kun!”

The small thirteen year old grabbed the fox by is shoulder and slowly they started back on their journey to the village. In the distance, Kaede had a small grin tug at the corner of her lips, everything is as how is should be.

**Present time Higurashi Shrine**

Three cups of tea were steeping for three different people and / or demons. One was earl gray, that was Sarah’s, and two were spiced chai. The young miko and wood nymph watch as the taiyoukai started to get impatient like a spoiled child, Kagome poured a second cup into a mug twice the size of the regular tea cups so they could have a conversation with a very overly caffeinated Sesshomaru.

“What was your fathers name?” The demon asked as he stared down his cup not trying to make eye contact. In all actuality, he hated to be the one that broke the silence. Yeah, he was blunt and to the point. But he was a lord, and that's what a lord must do. He sat up straighter in the infernal, ‘cha-ear’, he liked being closer to the ground. In a pillow if he tipped he knew that it was a rather short fall to the floor.

“My dad was named Higan. He was an artist since the moment he met my mama.” A single tear escaped her lashed and felt the pull of gravity, but Kagome was too numb to noticed the betraying tear. Slowly the onna rose and ran to the closet door and opened it, a loud squeaking noise was issued and rang through the house. No one has opened that closet in over sixteen years. She placed her favorite in the middle of the table. It was a flower, a deep purple lily with white in the center. But there was so much more to the flower if you just looked at it all, the entirety of it. There was a woman in the flower, and she had wings. At the bottom of left hand corner of the painting it was simply titled ‘Lilliana’, in katakana. Than the girl turned it over and in the center of the canvas was written in a language that only two people at the table knew, the youkai was out, ‘Forever my love.’

As her eyes passed those words Sarah ran from the house and rushed the big tree in the middle of the grounds, she felt a safety within the tree and she cried. No one bothered the woman as she climbed the limbs till she was gone from sight, nor did they try.

Sesshomaru watched his friend and simple nodded his head to himself and agreed. She will come down when she is ready. His attention was in awe at the painting as the miko turned it back over. The purples and greens were what stood out the most. He was shocked to see the clearest color, white, so down sized and to be frank, it didn’t catch your eye like the purple and green. The stem had such depth and you could see the little tiny hairs around the stem and the leaves were in such different hughes that it was surreal to be a painting. The sunshine was caught through the leaves and purple of the vibrant lily. They look see through, but solid in the painting. He felt transfixed.

Kagome moved the lily painting aside and place her other favorite one down. A little girl with wings, obsidian hair and rosie cheeks with such an innocents in her light sky blue eyes looked right to your soul, if you didn’t know better you would say she is alive. Her clothes were a simple sleeping yukata of deep blue and white. She looked like she was awoken for this painting alone. Sleep still evident on her face and her hair was a rats nest. Her fingers looked so chubby as they rubbed the side of her face and gave a sheepy grin that reached her eyes, and her other hand reached out. In the background was an obviously very pregnant woman asleep on the bed cuddled to sleepy babe.

Strangely, he felt like he has seen this face before. Than it hit the daiyoukai as he looked at the hume in front of him, is this the girl?

“I was three when he woke me up and snapped a shot of me and mama. He told me to go back to bed and when I woke up a surpise would be waiting for me down stairs. It took him four hours to make this. I asked him who that was and he said that when I was ready he would tell me. He died two days later. This was the last thing he made.” She remember the song he use to sing her as a baby and what it ment to her now.The woman sat back down and drank her tea slowly, savoring the spicy flavor in her mouth. She rose from her chair once again and went to the sugar bowl on the counter, needing somethings sweet in her day. Kagome came back with a sad smile and a sigh hanging from her lips.

“So this, this cub is you? Have you shown anyone these paintings?” So many more questions were in his eyes, but he was a patient demon. Plus he was a lord, so he would not beg. Sesshomaru was very intrigued now. A light tingled in his eyes as he stared from the painting to the onna in front of him. Her mastery at this subject was obvious now where it came from.

“I think so, mama never really told me. Only my mama saw it. I just don’t understand the wings. Is he trying to say that I am innocent, or that I’m flighty?” She raised a delicate, and slender finger to her lips in deep concentration.

His eyes were locked on that single flange. He watched it tap her lip, than he just stared at her lips. Shaking his head, another thought came to his head. “Please miko, I need you to come to my ‘house’. Draw for me, or any one you want. While your taichi is gone, please stay with me.” He rushed her person and grabbed her hand and dislodging it from her pink, pouty kissable lips. Shaking his head once again he realized that he was getting ‘the twitches’ from the tasty tea the miko gave him. Clearing his throat and looking down so his red tinted cheeks were hidden he tried to rectify his error. “Oh um. M-maybe we could just stay at your hou-,” he stopped when he remember that they had a house to build back in his area and that it wasn’t suppose to be this long.

Kagome understood what he was trying to say and nodded her head. “ I have to get just two things and than we can go.” She rushed back upstairs into her room and grabbed ‘The King’ and her cd stereo’s and whoosh back down stairs in a blur. “Ok. I’m ready.”

“Let us tell Sarah that we are leaving now. Than we are going back.” The baritone, commanding voice left no room to question. He rose graciously from the offending ‘cha-ear’ hearing it make an irritating noise as it scrapped the floor. Oh, how badly he wanted to watch it dissolve away with the poisonous liquid in his fingers. He had better things to do though, as he thought that he looked at the strange being in front of his person and took a deep breathe, outwardly sighing as his nose filtered the sunflowers and sweet water.

They walked out the back door and the miko turned around to lock up. Placing the key back in her pocket and they walked to the Sacred Tree and spotted the woman in the branches humming a tuneless song. They both nodded towards the well and she jumped, well floated, down and joined them. Sarah looked at the odd, shiny objects the girl carried in her arms.

The walk was simple and decent to the well and as well to the village. Kagome entered Kaede’s hut and saw the children eating stew and bread. She grabbed her Frankie and put down ‘The King’ and walked to her house site. She didn’t even bother to see if the woman or Sesshomaru were following her as she placed the cd in her stereo and let her father and Frank put her mind into auto pilot. She searched for her lullaby and waited till she was sitting alone.

She felt the eyes on her back but right now she had a date with two other men that she planned to keep. Kagome pushed play and felt her soul let go of the sadness that seemed to wash every fiber of her. Rocking slowly, eyes closed, Franks voice brought her to her dreams and a smile that was there for her.

“Close your eyes, my little darling, ‘cause it’s time to drift away ... To Hush-a-bye Island on Rock-a-bye Bay...” Faintly she could remember his voice, she had recording of his voice leaving a message on the phone the day before his unbelievable death. She used that and what little memory she had of him to feel his voice soothe her fragile being. This song was him singing to her. She felt it, heard it in her soul. His singing was true, as she sang arms encircled her once more. A calm passed her and her aura radiated in euphoria as she surged once again with her music.

“Buy a candy-coated mountain, you have lots of time to play, On Hush-a-bye Island on Rock-a-bye Bay... You can take the Toy-Town trolley and meet the jolly Time Express, No one there is melancholy, it’s an isle of happiness... Don’t you keep your dream boat waiting, hope you have a pleasant stay on Hush-a-bye Island on Rock-a-bye Bay...”

Sesshomaru walked towards Kagome and froze, that man was back. Holding his Kagome. Wait, no not his! He mentally hit himself and continued to walk to her. Than the calm and euphoric feeling rushed his person as he watched her sigh in to the embrace. His teeth started to strain under the grinding hold he had on his jaw as he watched her snuggle that, see through, thing! “You can take the Toy-Town Trolley and meet the jolly Times Express, No one there is melancholy, it’s an isle of happiness... Don’t you keep your dream boat waiting hope you have a pleasant stay on Hush-a-bye Island on Rock-a-bye Bay..”

He saw the being lips move as he realized that this man was the miko’s father. He faltered in his steps as the impact of what this ment. Every time she listened to music he was there, and his touch burned, and used her to draw. The young creature was a tool for a frustrated soul. Slowly he started to see red and charged straight on to protect the miko before she became slave to her fathers constant, painful wishes.

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Ok. super tired.. 1 am.. soo not there right now.. but i had a really tough time with this one. Husband left on deployment on sat. soo i havent been in the mood and i was down right stuck since i didnt get much creative juices.. oo well.. i think i got some good things in this one.. and higan is a guys name.. yes i am a girl.. soo there ya go.. i just really like this name.. and well thats that on that..

SORRY!! for it being super late guys/ gals.. i am leh tired.. and leh sleepah.. oo well.. at least i got a chappy down.. shweet..

i wonder where it will lead me next, ne? gah.. DAMN YOU ENDERS GAME!!!

sleep clamith thee.

ThankYOU!!
higan