Sesshomaru and Natsume's Story

eight words

Indoors, there were books on the desk, Natsume propped his face with his left hand, and held the penholder with his right hand.

It looks like I'm doing my homework, but there's not a word in the notebook. With a few strokes, an outline gradually appears, with repeated embellishments, and a rough portrait appears.

Natsume is not very good at drawing, but this painting is treated seriously and meticulously.Adding strokes while recalling, hoping to draw closer to him.

The window was still the same as it was when Madara went out, and the gentle breeze disturbed Natsume's hair, but it didn't bother him.

Until, a pair of arms passed around Natsume's neck, encircled his thin body, and gradually tightened. Natsume was a little out of breath from being hugged, but he didn't struggle, because the embrace was both unfamiliar and familiar.

Natsume's heart fluctuated greatly, and he couldn't believe it. When he turned around, he would be pleasantly surprised or disappointed.

"you lost weight."

With a warm and distressed voice in the cold, Sesshomaru's sigh was inaudible.

"Sesshomaru, am I dreaming?"

Natsume relaxed her body and leaned back into the warm embrace.

"Not a dream."

"Blame me for not finding you sooner."

Sesshomaru let go of Natsume, lightly held his shoulder with one hand, smoothed Natsume's hair with the other, and then couldn't help but rubbed his soft light-colored hair.

After waiting for a while, Sesshomaru didn't get an answer, and turned Natsume to face him, smiling with tears in his eyes, making people feel unstoppably distressed.Natsume sat on the stool. In order to make the line of sight equal, Sesshomaru knelt down on one knee, kissed Natsume's fair forehead lightly, and made a promise.

"In this life, I will never be separated from you again."

Natsume closed his eyes, teardrops rolled down, he took the initiative to hug Sesshomaru's neck, buried his head on his shoulder, and said with a nasal tone: "What you said, don't go back on your word."

"According to your."

Even after 500 years, Sesshomaru's words are still rare, but the tone is different, and the simple words are full of indulgence.

I don't know how long it took, Natsume was finally willing to come out of Sesshomaru's arms. Obviously, she would blush even if she made a little movement before, probably because the almost permanent separation this time was too uncomfortable.

Sesshomaru looked at the tabletop, the corners of his mouth raised, and when Natsume found out, he immediately threw himself on it, covering the whole screen, his movements were no different from those of a naughty child being caught by an adult.

"The painting is not good, don't look at it."

"Fine, I like it."

These words sound a little weird, whether they are praising Natsume's painting skills, or are they narcissistic about their appearance, neither of which is because the paintings are drawn by Natsume.

"I'll give it to you after I finish the painting."

"Very good."

On that day, and in the following time, Madara never appeared. One was that he didn't want to disturb the world of the two of them, and the other was that Natsume would not be in any danger with Sesshomaru.

Natsume and Sesshomaru shared their modern life, home, school, friends, Sesshoumaru listened quietly, and occasionally answered a few words so that Natsume didn't think he was talking to himself.When the interest came, Natsume took Sesshomaru to teach him how to use modern electrical appliances.

Before you know it, it's time to turn off the lights and go to sleep. This is a very tangled problem.Should I sleep with Sesshomaru in the same bed, or make another one alone? Does Sesshomaru sleep sitting up or lying down?He seemed to be sitting in the Warring States period.

"Sesshomaru, it's time to sleep. Shall I make another seat for you?"

"Don't bother."

"what...."

This is the sound of Natsume panicked when being hugged horizontally. After Sesshomaru put Natsume in the bed, he got up and turned off the lights. The switch he just learned was easy to use.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Natsume could only hear the sound of Sesshomaru lifting the quilt, and the bed sank slightly, indicating that Sesshomaru had already laid down on it.

Natsume was nervous, and moved his body inward, but Sesshomaru came over with one hand and pulled Natsume into his arms. He wanted to put some distance away, but now it's all right, the whole body is tightly attached, zero distance.

"Sleep with peace of mind."

Sesshomaru's words made Natsume no longer nervous, the tiredness of many days broke out this night, and after a while, his breathing became smoother.

After Natsume fell asleep, Sesshomaru opened his eyes, staring at the face that he had not seen for 500 years.