Odds and Ends

Preface

It was raining. Hard, if I might add.

The wooden bench perched behind the blue and white sign that was clearly labeled "Bus Stop," was wet, probably soaked through with the moisture falling endlessly from the stolid-gray skies. I moved around some to keep the tail of my bright yellow raincoat from sliding up from underneath my butt, which I was more than determined to keep from getting wet. After all, how could I make a good, solid effort in staving off frostbite when my butt was both freezing cold and drenched to the bone with rainwater?

I looked down at my feet, a flimsy hope balancing on the fringes of my consciousness. I craved for warmth and, somewhere amidst the clashing straps of pink satin holding my Stiletto heels to my feet, I prayed to the Heavens that a bright and blazing flame would ignite between them and chase away the coldness gathering in my toes, slowly extending to every inch of my body. But, then I would remember a voice whose more than eloquent cadence would constantly envelop me whole in a heart-throbbing cocoon of silken, angelic rhythms every time it fluttered across my eardrums. I tried hard to shove the thought aside, yet all intent of mimicking aversion proved completely futile. The thought would simply be replaced by another image…of him…of his liquid bronze eyes and his beautiful, pallid skin, along with his perfectly curved lips…

He was my silver-haired Adonis wrapped in infinite layers of perfection, not to mention every fiber of my being. Sadly, as my eyes averted towards the cloudless slate of gray hovering over me, a nagging conclusion continued to tug at me, intent on finding that special segment of my internal bowstring that, when pulled, would cause me to unravel into nothing.

This is for the best. If I were to stay around any longer, not only would my life be in jeopardy, but his would as well…probably even worse off than my own.

Remember, Kagome…this is for the best. For both you…and Sesshoumaru.