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Rossetti's Romeo	By : Fourshotchild Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 6548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: Now, this chapter is separated into three parts. Just a heads up! Thank you vixen for your review and to all my other readers for stopping by! I�m glad you like the style of the story. Feel free to tell me your thoughts. Enjoy!

Rossetti�s Romeo

�Sonnets of Later Life�

Chapter Three
Why, oh why, couldn�t there be an elevator in the dormitory? Every Thursday night, Kagome found herself stuck hauling a drunk Inuyasha up the stairs. Miroku opted to take the hanyou home but she could see Sango didn�t want to return to the dorm just yet. In fact, the feisty athlete looked as if she�d kill the baka at any moment. Her brown eyes were twitching dangerously. Word got around that Kouga would pop up soon so Kagome bit the bullet. A long, swerving walk later, the miko managed to get the staggering inu in his room. Thank kami.
�Kags, you know,� Inuyasha slurred. �You�re like� you�re like my best friend ever.� The priestess sighed and asked for his keys. �I mean, we�re like this.� He attempted to cross his fingers but only managed to fall into the door. The molding split under his weight. �Sometimes, I just wanna�.� And then, he did it. Inuyasha tried to go in for a kiss but caught air. Kagome shoved him on his bed. His golden eyes closed the moment his head hit the pillow. She didn�t bother with goodbyes. He started snoring before she could turn her back. With a sigh, she trekked to her floor only stopping at Sesshomaru�s door for a moment. The lavender stem and post-it were gone. Butterflies fluttered inside her belly. She scoped the rest Sesshomaru�s board and noticed a little scrap of paper pinned in her token�s place. In elegant cursive were the words �why hide?�. Kagome plucked the note from the board and smiled. Looks like another gift was in order. She finally pulled herself away and went upstairs.
An empty room greeted her. Kagome�s cheesy grin was still plastered on her face. She decided on the short climb up that she�d up the ante. The priestess moseyed to her bookshelf and plucked one of her favorite poem anthologies. Flipping through the pages, she found exactly what she was looking for: Sonnets of Later Life by Christina Rossetti. It was one of her personal favorites and deep down, she knew Sesshomaru would enjoy it. The lovesick miko sat at her desk and copied the poem on her tacky lined paper. When she finished, Kagome scribbled down her school P.O. box address. She folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into a cheap envelope. Her tongue sealed the deal. Completely determined, the Shikon priestess began planning �Operation Give Letter to Apollo�.

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A local jazz festival entertained the would be annoyances on a typical Saturday. Nearly every student rose early to participate in the festivities. Sesshomaru found himself actually lounging comfortably in the silence. He purchased his daily black coffee without a fuss and even treated himself to a blueberry muffin. The empty caf� allowed him to relax for the first time in days. Kouga�s idiocy brought the worst out in him. His beast was constantly demanding retribution and given another hour with the wolf, he would have decapitated him. Sesshomaru would have gained immense pleasure watching the foul creature rot under his acid. Maybe, another time.
Returning to his room, Sesshomaru sipped on his Columbian beverage. The rich flavor tantalized his taste buds. He inhaled the strong aura and gratefully sighed. When he reached his door, his golden spheres surveyed the announcement board. The inu youkai caught himself checking the insufferable piece of wood every few hours. It�d been three days since the female last communicated. Her sporadic messages irked him. She certainly fed his curiosity. He found himself pondering over the mysterious onna throughout the day. It was a distraction but not unwanted. Sesshomaru mentally ran a list of possible candidates for his admirer. None fit her guarded nature. Interesting indeed.
To his delight, a plain envelope covered the pending trash on the board. His name was written across its surface. Sesshomaru carefully unpinned the treasure and retreated inside. He immediately ripped it open. On feminine notebook paper was a short poem. The inu recognized the piece from an upper level literature course. His long fingers straightened out the paper while he read aloud.

A dream there is wherein we are fain to scream,

While struggling with ourselves we cannot speak:

And much of all our waking life, as weak

And misconceived, eludes us like the dream.

For half life�s seemings are not what they seem.

And vain the laughs we laugh, the shrieks we shriek;

Yea, all is vain that mars the settled meek

Contented quiet of our daily theme.

When I was young I deemed that sweets are sweet:

But now I deem some searching bitters are

Sweeter than sweets, and more refreshing far,

And to be relished more, and more desired,

And more to be pursued on eager feet,

On feet untired, and still on feet though tired.

The words echoed within his mind. A strange, warm feeling coursed throughout his body. �Impossible,� he started. The tai-youkai never demeaned himself to human emotion, but it was undeniable. Somehow, the woman had managed to evoke desire. It was noteworthy feat. Only his inanimate piano broke his cold exterior. He read the lyrics once more and slightly grinned. The inu needed to know this woman. His eyes scanned it yet again and spotted an address at the bottom of the page. It was for a mailbox in the union building. Of course, she offered no identity. Sly female.
Sesshomaru took a seat at his desk and locked the poem away. He pulled out his leather portfolio and thumbed through the pages. Between its soft folds resided every musical work he�d composed. The silver haired male eyed each piece carefully before choosing a newer piece. It had taken several years to perfect. He followed the woman�s example and folded the music into three sections. The demon placed the work inside a linen envelope. He addressed the letter to Miss Rossetti and sealed it with wax. The tall male leaned back in his chair and stared down at his gift. This would be the first time he�d ever given anyone his music.

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By request, Kagome trudged down to mailroom. Some dress Sango ordered online was meant to arrive today. Unfortunately, there wasn�t a package waiting behind the counter. The miko decided to check her mail since she was already in the area. Her small box was filled with credit card applications and local business discounts. She unclogged the metal cube and tossed everything in the recycling bin. The shrine maiden almost left Sesshomaru�s letter in the blue trashcan. Her peripheral vision somehow caught the corner of the letter. Kagome pulled it from the garbage and smiled. The gorgeous musician had entitled her Miss Rossetti. She gently flipped the thick envelope over and broke the seal. Inside were sheets of music. The miko released a squeal of delight. Her arms hugged the precious gift against her chest. She promptly rushed home to learn the handwritten piece. Knowing Sesshomaru, it would be beautiful.
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