MCD: Yay, America~ Haha! Anyway, I can feel the inspiration flowing through my fingertips now ;) thanks for staying with me, guys! Alright, this is kinda vague, but it's meant to be more emotional than anything else. I hope you like it~

Click

In many ways, they were very much alike… yet so entirely different.

A bloodied past and internal wars; pain of an immeasurable amount and sorrow to the nth degree. Hastened maturity due to unthinkable outer forces. "To be or not to be." To be only because, without, so many would not be.

And it all starts with a friend.

The first, to be exact.

For him, it was Britain.

Father Britain, big brother, best friend, confidante no.1, fighter for everything that seemed right at the time.

For her, it was Inuyasha.

Jerk, mutt, friend, crush, first true love, and over-all gruff, tsundere hero that would protect her no matter what, for any reason: her first real friend in the old world that was so very new to her.

And then came the pain.

Pouring out of every vulnerable crack and crevice possible, itching to sink beneath the skin of defenseless. They hadn't even seen the onslaught coming.

A Revolutionary war, to separate, hurt, confuse, kill, slaughter, defend, protect, free, help… it all became a blur in the bloodbath of thousands that would follow. Brothers against brothers, men against men. Metal clashing against metal in a huge upset of the natural balance that used to be. Vaguely recognizing that these people used to be family, used to be depended upon for everything, only to push aside any hurt in order to keep up in the line of duty.

A battalion of demons from every corner of existence, to defeat, destroy, overpower, eat, absorb, and destroy again. Met with a resistance of six: destroyed piece by piece, bit by bit, one hell-loosed moment at a time. Slowly, it increased from five (six, including the cat) Inu-Tachi, to ten led by his half-brother, to over 20 with those that they had helped along the way, to over forty led by wolves and brothers of wolves and wives of wolves and children, and even more, if you counted those who betrayed and sought revenge, one at a time.

All for life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

All for a golf-ball-sized bauble that would end up haunting each and every one of them for the rest of their lives.

So, it was almost no wonder as to how the two got along so well, despite their differences. Sunny, messy blonde and Midnight-blue-tinted raven, loud and soft, obnoxious and kind. Was it the factor that opposites would always attract, or was it something else? A hero for a hero? Veterans of their own wars, internal and external? Or was it something simpler, like the fact that somebody needed to keep that loud idiot in check?

Whatever it was, when they first met… that day after the meeting, in the café, where she had a small cup of tea, and he a large cup of joe… they just managed to click.