There he stood, dressed in his usual red attire, the same stubborn, impatient expression embedded on his face. His silver-gray hair dancing softly in the wind, covering his cute little dog ears from sight every now and again. His golden orbs searching mine, his bushy black eyebrows forming a 'v' of concentration. He was obviously trying to figure something out.
Then his face took on this sincere look as he reaches a scabby clawed hand out towards me, smiling so broadly that I could see his small, but dangerously sharp K9s, his ears twitching ever so sneakily. Okay so now he is happy, he must have figured it out.
As I reach out and take his clawed hand he pulls me in to his chest the beads of his subjugation necklace digging into my cheek. I sigh at least now I know for sure that InuYasha is MY hanyou and nobody else's.