↠ 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 (𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙮𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) ↞

The North Compass.

(Y/n) Pov.

This isn't what I expected when it came to the idea of love. I wanted to be wooed to the point that it made my teeth ache by how sweet I was being treated.

I guess what Sesshomaru has in mind was fine too. He would think that spending time training me was the way to show me that he has taken an interest in making me his. I supposed that his compliments do bring him a long way. As well as the way that we start our mornings.

He would send the little imp demon to bring to the garden every morning to greet the said Lord. He would then ask me to fill a lot that was dead from the lack of attention that it received. I then would gather up my energy and grow out of Blue Carnations and Pink Azaleas.

Noticing that it took a lot of my energy he would sit and ask me to take the space beside him and calm my mind. I do as he says hoping to bring me and the other's peace with my powers. I think it was working seeing his shoulders lax with the sweet aroma my soothing flowers brought. He laid his hand gently on top of mine. At first, it was a tad bit embarrassing. Now it was a habit. One that would be kept up with.

"Calming isn't it? The flowers that you grow will never cease to amaze me." His lovely eyes were shut tightly as he spoke. He wanted this ever since he took over the western lands. His father wanted this for him. I have yet to ask if this was ever his dream. He doesn't seem that he minds all the struggles. "You're itching to ask me something, aren't you? Let me take a wild guess. Why do I act this way with you? Is that it? No? Well, I still want you to know. By the elders, I am to take a wife. Not just anyone.

Someone to rule beside with. I thought it was going to be a drag looking for someone that would be able to do that. It was at first until you came. Lord knows how much you changed that. You make everything so much better. I mean look at this place. You made it look more lively than it has ever been. You give this joy wherever you go making all who is around you feel something. Mostly me, the demon lord that has nothing. I had nothing you know. Nothing good to my name and that bothered me. Now, with you, I have everything. I have something so great that makes all else seem great. I used to see red everywhere I looked. You make me see yellow. A bright warm yellow aura that you give off. That I love. I love you. I love you (Y/n)."

He turned my face to his and laid his cold lips on top of mine. I could feel the rough, cracked lips rub against my soft warm ones. I could feel the heat that was everywhere in my body go to where he was touching. Around my waist, my mouth, and my cheek. I felt it all and nothing. This isn't what I wanted. He isn't what I need.

Inuyasha. I need Inuyasha. He makes me see red. The one that isn't violent. The loving can that you feel running through your veins. The color that I feel in my cheeks when he kisses my wrist when I brush my fingers across his face. I want that back. I want all of it with him and no one else. I feel blue around Sesshomaru. Sadness that would seep out in the cool of the night. The small breeze that blows through the windows. That's my pain. The one that I wish would just leave me alone. Unhand my neck as I suffocate to breathe. I want to leave.

'Not an option. Nobody is waiting for me back home. Home? What's home again? Is it Mom? Or....? Inuyasha? No, he's with her. Her? Who's her again?' I don't remember. I don't remember who I am speaking about. What just happened? I was okay not too long ago. Right? What am I doing?

I open my eyes and come to face him. Sesshomaru.

"I love you too."

I don't know why I feel like I am lying.

I'm not.

I'm lost.

Inuyasha's Pov

I found a soft patch of grass right in front of the garden. The sweet aroma overwhelms me as I stare out. She should be there with me. (Y/n). I miss the way she would look at me. With no hate in her for my being. I don't know why she would hold me in her heart. She shouldn't, all the things I've done prove that. All of the lives I took for surviving was selfish. They just spoke about me. Nothing more. I don't matter, yet she says that I do.

I am thankful to have her.

She should be here. In her garden. In the place, she feels safe.

With me.
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