A/N: Well, second short story. Yes, these small ones take a bit of work to write since they have to be written to be analyzed (my teacher is actually grading this one). Anyway, hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I, GodOfFlame101, a member of the address Fan Fiction, do not own InuYasha or any related characters or products extending from said anime/Manga. I do however, reserve this story as my own, thereby assigning it only to myself with the small ideal-grant vested in me from Rumiko Takahashi. In return for said grant, I make no money from this story. To copy this story in anyway is a form of plagiarism and, although the offender can not be legally sued, the offender will have to deal with the fact that this isn't his/her work.


Rain


Rain.

Rain poured down the side of the scuffed, wheat laced, wooden shingles. Droplets moved down from the traces in the wood; traces from old-world conflicts attempting to now finally avenge the cruelty expressed upon them. Moving through the scars like blood through the veins of humans, only to be expelled from after so much pressure was sent forth, oval-shaped tears flowed down en masse onto the soggy and drowned Earth, creating the familiar sullied puddle. Some grains bent more than the rest, as though they wished to differ from their cousins. They despised their path so much, they allowed the pain and damage of previous waters to eat away at them, causing minor breaks between boards. Now, steadily, the tears fell onto the floor of single-roomed living space, leaving no more of a puddle than faucet-water down a drain as they fell further, through the cracks on the elevated floor.

Instinctively, those familiar triangles flicked themselves with every wave of sound, keeping silent watch over the area, at least, that was her assumption. The ears shifted with the rest of the brimming silver hair, the locks of that gorgeous mane swaying slightly as the attached appendage traced her reality, their reality, for nearly the seventh time that hour. The fangs traced the mark down and up, basking in the beauty and splendor rewarded for their devotion.

As the, what he would have called, twenty-sixth droplet of the minute fell, Inuyasha flattened his ears against the sound; feeling no remorse for those screaming tears who cried in sorrow as they plummeted through the breaks of bonds, down into and beyond the soil. Her cries and her tears, bringing no pity to the now serene hanyou, fell by the way side of the beauty and happiness remained ever-bonded to his side, as he often told her after the rain had passed. Inuyasha only allowed his ears to erect themselves once the tears succumbed to his acceptance and the, now ordinary, tones of delight and sounds of love traveled from her lips, to his ears; his very fluffy ears.

He tightened his grasp as his mouth made one last pass on the mark on her neck. The two holes drilled in from the initial bite, now linked by a small, hardly visible scar. He made very sure not to let her bleed with his bite, taking her fragile being and pale, delicate (as well as delectable) flesh into account. Unlike men, he would learn from his mistakes; he would not allow his bond with this miko, his miko, to be broken simply by blood. Only when the grains of their own bonds have be so strewn by malice and hate, would he allow their bond, their love, to be broken without dispute.

When she first accepted his love, after the final bite, he categorized them as being two hearts, enclosed in a single mind. It was she, Kagome, who had proved him wrong; they were actually two different minds, encircled by each other's love, thus, rendering their once confused and timid emotions into a strong and unyielding heart. When he first told her, vowed to her that only by her hatred of him would they ever part from each other's presence, Kagome explained to him exactly why something so impossible would never become a reality. She did it with an action a single sentence, causing the bearer of those oval-shaped tears to turn over in her grave, possibly flipping over (Kagome was almost sure she had) when Inuyasha smiled at it.

"I love you Inuyasha."


End Note: What can I say? I was bored and it was raining; I wanted to write. Anyway, any reviews would be greatly appreciated!