Fallen by otterbaby

Fall

-Her-

Kagome sat down dejectedly among the splinters and broken boards that littered the floors of her new home. The old mansion was decrepit and falling apart which is precisely why she’d bought this house. No one would come looking for her here. She rose pulling her long brimmed hat down with her hammer in her other hand. She turned, stepping back to get a better look at the carvings on the banister above her.  As she shifted her weight to her back foot, the floor under her buckled and gave, dropping her eight and half feet to the floor below. She cried out as her back hit the floor, though she knew nothing was broken. She was so tired of hurting and being hurt. So Kagome just laid there on the ground, staring up at the hole that she fell though and cried.

-Him-

Sesshoumaru heard the crash from the old house next door as he was out shoveling snow from his driveway. He dropped the shovel and took off down the sidewalk. Easily entering the front door, he followed the sound of weeping until he came across a young woman lying on her back staring at a hole in the ceiling. Kneeling, he gently scooped her up, taking note of the scars on her face. He started toward the door only to stop as she started to freak out, saying something about a hat. Glancing around he saw a large floppy-brimmed blue hat a few feet from where she had been lying. Holding her with one arm, he bent down and plucked the floppy object from among the splinters. Gently, he placed it on her chest. He then continued toward the door of the old house, watching his step as he passed through the building.

The white-haired man carefully retraced his steps back to his home. As he walked he studied the small form in his arms. She was slight, almost dangerously so, though it was hard to tell through her bulky turtleneck. He also noted he exotic beauty that was only accented by the scars on her face. He wasn’t sure of her eye color, because the orbs were covered by her eyelids but he did see the long scar running down the left side of her face from chin to hairline and he wasn’t sure what had caused such an injury. It was the same with the scar that split her full bottom lip in half, he didn’t know the cause but he was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident. The only thing that marred her face was the puckered burns on the right side of her face.

His musings were cut short upon his arrival back at his home. His neighbor, Miroku Hoshi, hailed him and the woman had covered her face with her hands, softly wailing, “Don’t let them see me!” He nodded his head at the man but otherwise didn’t respond and continued into the comfort of his warm house.  He didn’t say anything, just set her on the couch and walked into the kitchen and busied himself with making tea, all the while ignoring the sound of weeping coming from the scarred woman in his living room.  As the kettle heated, he walked back in the living and sat down on the couch near her legs. She had her hands over her face again and he nearly growled when he saw that he left ring finger was gone and there was a red, ugly stump where it should have been. He restrained himself though, knowing it would only terrify her and it wouldn’t do for him to let down his guard just yet.

He tore his eyes from his guest and instead picked up a picture frame from the end table that was by the arm of the couch. His throat burned with tears that would never be shed as he looked at the females in the picture. His wife and daughter had been killed in a terrible car accident in the beginning of August after the Mafia fled the scene of a murder. The kettle whistling pulled him from his thoughts and within moments he was back on the couch holding two steaming mugs. Sesshoumaru set one on the coffee in front of the woman and kept one in his hands, being careful not to put too much pressure on his right hand as the bullet hole was still sore. He gazed at her as, hiccupping, she picked up the mug and sipped at it. Looking down she said, “My name is Kagome Higurashi. I was the survivor of the warehouse murder arson on August 7.”

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A/N much thanks to Syn who read this and helped me with a few minor things. Yes I know this chapter is short but i promise the others will be longer.

Edit - this was added to comply to the 700 word rule... lol oops XD Any way I added his side of Fallen.The rest of the chapters will proabably follow a similary format going hers then his.

Word count- 775

Disclaimer- Points at the bottom of the page. Character belong to her. Angel and Aderyn are mine, as well as the plot.