Butterfly

Undertaker/Kagome

His eyes lingered on her, as they often did without her notice, as she fluttered about the room much like a butterfly seeking a flower. She came and went as she pleased, often times she'd leave for a year or two and return with a smile as if she'd never wandered off.

She couldn't be more different than he, dressed in white and pale blues as she was. He'd always favored black, even in his days as a shinigami he'd worn mostly black. Still, he remembered the bloodied mess she was wearing when he first met her. She'd been horrendously beautiful, even to one such as himself.

Even more so when he learned it had been she who'd ended the life of the wretched human man who'd attempted to rape her.

The thought brought a chill bones and he smiled to hide his inner fury. It wasn't like he'd cared for her at the time, in fact, he was rather hateful towards humans as a race. Lying, greedy creatures, humans were, or, at least, most of them.

His butterfly had proven herself time and time again, and was one of the few that truly knew him.

"Ano…I think I'll stay a while this time." She said suddenly, stopping her fussing with his untidy rooms.

"Oh ho~ You'll be staying, eh?" Undertaker teased, and Kagome blushed prettily. Yep, she'd still haven't found herself a lover. That was good.

"Sorry! I…well...I didn't think you'd mind…" Kagome stammered out, and he laughed, a wide smile on his face.

"Guests stay here, come with me, come!" Undertaker said, flouncing off through a door. "Butterflies need flowers~!" He prattled on as she followed. Through two more doors and down a hall, she found herself in an empty room with lots of sunlight filtering in through the windows.

"This room…for me?" She asked, running a hand over a dust covered dresser.

"Hehe~!" Undertaker laughed with glee as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"You're too kind to me." She said, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He didn't say anything, he never felt he needed to. One day, she'd notice that the room was themed with flora and butterflies, and eventually she'd connect the dots. Until then, just as he has been for the last few hundred years, he was content to wait for her notice.

"Will you come with me to buy a few things?" She asked and he nodded as she released him and was off. "Oh, good! I'll need you to carry some things!" She prattled on as he chuckled, following after her in his usual slouched fashion.

Yes, one day, she would definitely notice.