This is only my 3rd fanfic, so not much experience with these things might make for some lousy stories. Please read the story, though. If you don't like it, say so, but please, no flames in the reviews.
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P.O.V-Kagome, some Inuyasha P.O.V.
Summary: Kagome and Inuyasha have one of the strangest relationships out there. They're always fighting and arguing over something, so it wasn't exactly love at first sight for them. No, it was more like . . . love at first fight . . . for both of them.
Love at First Fight
Ever heard of love at first sight? That one special moment where you look at him, he looks at you, and you're instantly in love? That never happened in our case. Trust us, it was love . . . but not love at first sight . . . more like love at first fight.
Kagome's P.O.V
The first time I ever saw him was after my entire world fell upside-down. I'd been standing in the shrine of the bone-eater's well, teasing my brother Sota about being such a coward, when suddenly some sort of weird centipede monster appeared behind me and pulled me down the well. That is how I first ended up in the Sengoku Jidai, and that is how, just minutes later, I came to be walking through the Forest of Inuyasha when I first saw . . . him.
Oh, he was so handsome, or at least as handsome as a boy can get when he's unconscious and stuck to a tree with what looks to be an arrow through the heart. From the way his head was just leaning to the side, it almost looked like he was asleep. Silvery hair blew on the breeze and a few strands fell across his boyish face. Kawaii little dog ears stuck out from the top of his head and I couldn't resist touching them. That's when some villagers captured me, and my journey began in the feudal era as I was hauled away to meet the village priestess Kaede.
The next time I saw him, I was being chased by Mistress Centipede and I was running for my life. I collapsed in front of the tree that the boyish hanyo was pinned to, and that became the first time I ever heard his voice. It was gruff and unmannerly, like his mother had forgotten to teach him a few things when he was younger, but it also, at least to me, had the potential to be kind and caring. That was also the first time I ever saw his golden eyes. Despite the whole my-life-is-in-danger thing, I couldn't help but feel that there was some secret his eyes were hiding. It was at that moment, I think, that I first started liking him.
What is that old saying? Something about how good things and waiting? Well, I certainly didn't have to wait for a good thing, 'cause when Inuyasha started calling me Kikyo, that sparked the first fight we ever had. All it took was that one argument, and I went from sort-of-liking him to all-out-liking him in an instant. Now, usually fights only make you dislike someone, but it was like even though we'd only known each other for a few seconds, Inuyasha had some sort of hold over me already.
Just minutes after that first argument, the Shikon jewel had been released from my body and Mistress Centipede was on the verge of killing us all. It was then that I released Inuyasha, and it was just a moment later that we had the second fight of our career, the one that ended with me becoming the guardian of the Shikon jewel and Inuyasha getting all wet (quite literally). Another outcome of that argument that I never even realized until years later, though, was that on some level, I was starting to fall in love with Inuyasha, no matter how arrogant, stupid, or stubborn he may have been.
Things just kind of went from there. With every fight and argument, my love for that silly puppy only grew. Even when I fought with him over his visits with Kikyo (which usually ended with me in tears and Inu buried 6 feet underground), I fell more in love than ever before, if that even sounds possible. The funny hold he had on me just kind of grew. For every word that he said, I had 10 more to reply with; for every move he made, I had twice as many waiting in the wings. For some word though, I could never say the 3 words that would tell him how I felt or take the actions necessary to tell him what mattered most. At that time, I guess I was just scared; scared that if I told him, he'd say the thing that no person in love ever wants to hear: I don't love you.
Time passed, seasons changed, and our fight with Naraku grew more and more intense as Naraku himself came closer and closer to holding all of the jewel fragments. It wasn't just the fight with old Spider-brain that was getting more intense, though; my relationship with Inuyasha was starting to heat up more and more as the months passed. The way that we acted towards each other changed: I stopped sitting him so much, and in return, he became more kind, gentle, and . . . dare I say it . . . loving. Our constant fighting petered out, he didn't go to see Kikyo as much, and when I touched him, he no longer flinched or pulled away. He seemed to welcome the time we had alone now, almost seemed to look forward to it.
It was on one evening, more towards the end of the fight with Naraku, that his feelings for me, ones that I'd previously though only extended to friendship, were revealed. Momma, Grandpa, and Sota were away for the week on a trip to the hot springs, and I was home alone studying. I fell asleep while studying, and when I woke up, there was Inuyasha, sitting on my bed. We sat on the floor and talked for a bit, and Inuyasha asked me if I liked this time, and then suggested that I stay here, at least until the fight with Naraku was done. It was then that he swore, "I will protect you with my life." The next thing I knew, he was leaning towards me, clasping my hand like you would a lifeline. If Sota hadn't come in just then, maybe Inuyasha would have admitted his real feelings to both me . . . and himself. At that point in time, though, I guess that both of our brains still refused to accept what our hearts already knew: we were meant for each other.
After Naraku's defeat, I allowed myself to think for a second that Inuyasha and I had a chance now of building an actual relationship, but then that second passed and the Meido opened behind me, as if to say that we would never have any sort of future together. Alone and scared, I was left in that darkness for 3 days. Three days without Inuyasha; three days without my friends; three days with just my fears, my doubts, and my evaporating hopes that someone would come to rescue me. I honestly began to doubt as to whether Inuyasha would come to get me or not, but when I heard his voice ring out through the darkness, every fear and every doubt disappeared.
The relief . . . oh, I was never so glad to see anyone as when my poor hanyo appeared in front of me. His own relief was reflected in my eyes, and any thoughts about this being an illusion dissipated the moment I was in his arms. When he kissed me, though, it removed any lingering doubts. No illusion could be that real or imitate the look I saw in his eyes on that day.
After that, though, things just kind of went downhill. Oh, sure, we had proven that we belonged together, but that didn't stop fate from intervening. That 3-year separation was absolute torture for me. To know that I loved Inuyasha and yet could not get to him killed me from the inside out. I checked the well at least once every 3 days, and yet every time I jumped down, my hopes would rise for a second only to be crushed.
That all changed on the day that I finally admitted to myself that it was Inuyasha that I wanted to be with, and it only took that one thought for the well to open again. Mama reassured me that it was okay and that it was time to go, and so I took that fateful plunge into the well, not knowing if Inuyasha still loved me or if he even still cared. When I jumped out of the time portal into the well of Inuyasha's time, I looked up and there, against the backdrop of blue sky, was a single clawed hand that I never thought to see again. It was so simple to reach up and grab that hand, and the look in his eyes when I saw him again for the first time in three years . . . it was as if nothing at all had changed.
Since that day, Inuyasha and I have never left each other's side unless we really had to, and even then we worried about the other until we were once again in each other's arms. As time passes by, I just know that we'll get closer and closer, 'cause we got all the time in the world to discover . . . just why we fell in love at first fight.
"Hey, Kagome, are you done writing yet?" a voice called.
Kagome giggled as she put down her ink brush. There, she was all done. Rolling up the scroll, she hid it under the table. Getting up, Kagome walked out of the room and closed the shoji door behind her. She walked up the hill to where her husband was standing. His long hair blew on the breeze and his kawaii ears flicked at the slightest sound. Looking over his shoulder at the sound of Kagome's approaching footsteps. A smile crept over his lips at the sight of his wife, and his golden eyes were filled with love. Kagome walked the remaining steps to join Inuyasha on the hill-top. He unconsciously put his arm around her waist, drawing her close as they looked out over the sunset landscape.
There you have it. The story of how they fell in love, not at first sight, but at first fight. Second chapter is in Inuyasha's point of view, shows his take on the same subject. Reviews appreciated!