Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. (I'm still wishing though.)
What is Love?
What is Love? That might be the most typical question in the world. It's simple, isn't it? When you love someone you want to be with them. You want to make them happy. You will say sweet things to them. You will do anything for them. That is what they all say. As for me, I believe that love does not have to be those things. In fact, I love the one I hate. I have fought with him. I have tried to defeat him. My words to him are none of love at all, but all hate and anger. I have hurt him, I know. I felt the worst when I cut off his arm. I am sorry for that, I really am. I wouldn't have done that if I had a second choice. And it didn't just hurt him, it hurt me as well.
I think about my brother, Sesshomaru. I know I should not be. I really shouldn't be thinking about him, especially not in the way I do. But I can't resist the temptation of thinking about him. He is so grand, so elegant, so beautiful, so powerful, everything I am not. I envy him at times. He is so perfect. Full demon and all. He is taller than me. He is stronger than me. He has a better temper than me. He looks better than me. He even has better hair than me! How is it that we are called brothers if we are so different?
I look up. I see blossoms, sakura blossoms blooming in thousands above me. Flowers. Don't they mean love? Especially roses, aren't they a symbol of love? They are pretty and sweet just like what love should be. But they are not what love is to me. My love isn't sweet and it isn't pretty. It's more of a thorn, a thorn that only pricks me.
I have no idea what love truly means. I may never find out. But I have but one thing that fits. What is love? Love is him. Love is Sesshomaru.