I unfortunately do not own Inu Yasha.

He always left a trail of destruction in his wake.

He always left a trail of joy and renewal in his past.

Like a spring after the winter.

He was cold.

He was warm.

His eyes were icy glaciers holding amber suns.

His eyes were fiery suns.

Their swords were reversed.

His was healing.

His was for destruction.

They were powerful.

Theirs was a different world.

He was loved

He was hated.

He was death.

He was life.

Opposites.

They were drawn to each other.

Playing a game like a graceful dance.

They loved.

They hated.

In the end they were the same.

Awoken for time.

Death.

Life.

Just a game.