Like a flame.
By, Sailor Vamp
Kagome Hugerashi sighed as she looked about the campsite, still grey in the predawn twilight, her gaze sweeping across the shadowed bodies of her sleeping friends and coming to rest on the form a young man, the red material of his clothing standing out like a candle in the night against the grey world around him. She would have noticed him anyways, even if he had been wearing grey or some other neutral color, it was hard not to notice Inu-yasha. Her eyes where drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he was powerfully addictive and she found that she wanted to be addicted. He was her life, her fire, she lived for him, and him alone, sometimes, when she was away from him, she thought that perhaps she was sinking into a from of pyromania, unable to look away from the flame, Inu-yasha, when it was near, and unable to get it off her mind when it wasn't. It occurred to her that he was like a flame, she could relish in his nearness and warmth, and protection, but the moment she got to close or tried to touch him, he lashed out, burning her, and, like any good addict, she always came back, no matter what. When she thought this she became scared of how dependant upon him she had become, how much she worried about what he thought of her, and how little she wanted those things to change. She sighed again, her mind had been down this road a million times, and would probably follow it again sometime in the future, and she had never done, or would ever do, anything about it, she was hooked, well and truly hooked. She closed her eyes and shifted into a more comfortable position, drifting into sleep, but even in dreams she could not escape him, his image shone brightly in her mind, burning like a flame.