Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. At all. I do not own Inuyasha

Mini summary: How could Hojo ever measure up to these guys?

A/N: I don't feel bad for Hojo or anything, sorry if you do. But I thought he was the outside observer to see how happy the future is for Kagome and her 'pack'.

Reviews: Coin of the realm here, people.

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Hojo's POV

I'm watching from an open window. I know I shouldn't. I know that this is trespassing. I know I don't belong here. Even when Grandpa Hirugashi invited me in, I knew this was the one place I couldn't belong. How could I be?

Even with the windows wide open to any visitors, strangers know that this is a place of a different world. I just never would have guessed that I was a stranger.

They're eating dinner now. It's a feast, thought it's not a holiday. But they seem to be celebrating something. It's a beautiful spring day, but somehow, I don't think it's that.

I love her. I always will love her. And that's because she is perfection. But she was never of this world, I don't know why I didn't see it before. But now I do. I don't know exactly what goes on in her 'sick' days, but wherever she goes, that's her home. This world could never have kept her. It was to small for someone like her.

She seems so familiar with the people sitting around the table, even more so than the friends I know she has here. Especially the white haired one with the strange ears. I know she's only seventeen, but I can already see a little bump on her stomach, and I know it's not fat. I also know it's that Inuyasha guy. He's not embracing her right now or anything, and he's not the only guy in the room, either. But it's the way she's sitting next to him, the way he looks at her. The way she looks at him. The way she never looked at me.

There are other men in the room I have also never seen before. Older than the both of us, but she seems so familiar and comfortable with them. This is her second family.

A little kid resembling a fox just jumped into her lap, and she's petting his head. Is this another of hers? No. But she cares for it in the same way, and white haired man blushes slightly when she whispers something in his ear.

Another man dressed as a monk is talking with Grandpa Hirugashi, looking perplexed, but next to him is a very fair woman, maybe in her 20's, and their hands under the table are caressing each other's.

There is another old woman, who is carrying a strange cat, and she's laughing with Mrs. Hirugashi, while they look at Kagome and Inuyasha who are both playing with the kid resembling a fox.

No, I don't belong there. I can't believe I never noticed before. Kagome was going a thousand miles an hour, I could never catch up. I worshipped the ground she walked on, but all she left behind was breeze. This poor world could have never of kept her. They would have had to chain her down, maybe even kill her to keep her. She belongs to the world of these people. I don't know any other than her grandfather, mother, and brother, but her companions must be something greater than human. Something all together more graceful, and blessed, just like her.

Kagome Hirugashi was never mine. I was in love with the wind.