Overflowing

Summary: I feel despair… loneliness … anguish. None of it is my own. Tears well up in my eyes. I'm crying. I'm crying … for him. When will Kagome and Inuyasha realise their feelings for one another? Now that the Shikon no Tama is completely restored, would all be revealed?

Disclaimer:

"What? Oh yes…" –pulls note out of pocket, clears throat-- "Carrots, milk, blue biro pens, shampoo, French cheesecake (they're on special, I think).. Hah? Wrong note!" – stuffs shopping list into pocket again, drawing out a rather crumpled piece of paper – "I … don't own Inu Yasha! Noooooo!"

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. Sorry if anyone is out of character. I've watched most of the anime in Korean, but I'm not sure how the characters are portrayed in English. If you can be bothered, please review. If you find a grammatical or spelling error, please note that, too.

Otherwise, enjoy!

I'll be updating at least once a week, if any of you care to read this at all. If I don't, it means that I'm too busy reading other fanfics – or too zoned out to write after reading them. o.O

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Sometimes I wonder who he really is. I know he's a hanyou. I know his name is Inuyasha. But, really, I don't know him at all.

No one knows what he really feels. I don't really believe that someone can be grumpy and irritated all the time.

He keeps it all bottled up inside.

He's rude, violent, foul-mouthed, and infuriating. He acts as if he doesn't care about anything. But I know he does.

His rudeness? Violence? Swearing? I guess it's a shield from the pain. I bet he's learnt from experience not to care for anyone, anything. He's tried so hard to be accepted. To have a friend. To be loved.

But when he finds love, it is torn from him, leaving him … stuck to a tree for fifty years.

His past had ruined it for him. He had never known what it was to trust someone, the chances lost after his poor mother died.

Here, in the past, the people are so prejudiced. Hanyous are killed at birth, and hunted down, if not. They are despised for being what they can't help being.

But is it really different, back home? People there judge eachother by their looks, nationality, and wealth. To be fat… deformed… poor… or even be good at something everyone else thinks is lame… it's the same. Nothing has really changed at all.

Kikyou… I wish I was as good and kind as she had been when she was alive. No wonder Inuyasha was attracted to her. I'm jealous, really. I shouldn't be. But I am.

Kikyou did a world of good for Inuyasha. Or did she make it worse for him? To have a taste of acceptance, then to be torn apart by the very thing that had kept him alive all his life? His distrust, and Kikyou's, had made things so fragile, so easy for that baka Naraku to rip them up.

It's so sad…

I turn around and glance at him. Inuyasha doesn't notice. I feel them , my tears, welling up and filling my eyes. I try to keep them inside, but they fall anyway.

My heart feels like as if it is being wrenched apart… is this how he feels inside? So sad… lonely…

I wish he knew. I wish he knew … that someone else cares. About him.

I wish he knew… that I… love him.

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These stupid ningens. Needing a rest every five seconds. There are tama shards out there to find, dammit!

Actually, Sango and that lecher Miroku had gone out to find a place to stay for the night. I don't see why they bother. There's nothing wrong with being out here.

I turn my head to look at Kagome. She's staring at the ground.

Then I turn back to facing forward.

Stupid wench…

Huh? Nani? Salt water…

Oh shit. Kagome's crying. What did I do this time?

I turn to look at her.

"Oi! Wench! What the hell are you crying for?" I ask, gruffly. I didn't mean to seem unsensitive. I just do it like that. Besides, I don't want her to think I'm soft. Because I'm not.

She shook her head.

"It's nothing, Inuyasha." She says.

Hey. I'm not that much of a baka, you know.

I stare at her.

I give up.

"Feh!"

Well, it's not ax if I care, anyway.

But I do.

Dammit Kagome, just tell me! I feel like shouting. But instead, I shove my hands up my sleeves.

What did I do to make her cry? I hate it when she cries.

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"Kagome, we're back!" yelled a cheerful Shippo, bounding into Kagome's lap and jolting her out of her reverie.

Sango and Miroku strode into the clearing.

"Houshi-sama has spotted another… dark presence lurking in a nearby village, and the landlord has offered to shelter us for the night if Houshi-sama can remove it." Sango said contemptuously, lifting an eyebrow. Miroku nodded his head gravely. "A pity. Such a fine house, too. It will be no problem for me, however."

"Hey, Kagome?" Shippo asked, peering curiously into Kagome's blank face.

"Nani? Oh, Shippo! It's nothing. We better get going, then." Kagome stood up, and followed the group back to the village.

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"Please follow this way." One of the servants led Kagome, Sango, Shippo, Kirara and Miroku down a wooden hallway, then gestured to a spacious room with three futons. Inuyasha had decided to stay outside for tonight.

After the servant bowed and left the room, Kagome shoved her stuffed yellow bag into a corner, threw herself onto a futon, and promptly fell asleep. Shippo snuggled in beside her.

Miroku also lay down. He was 'tired' from all of his 'purification work' done today (slapping on a few seals, and muttering a few words).

Still, he thought, at least we have a comfortable place to stay for the night. He congratulated himself silently, while drifting to sleep.

Sango stayed up, leaning her huge Hiraikotsu against the wall, and sitting on the warm, wooden floor. This house had an underground heating system, and she was enjoying every bit of it. Kirara curled up in her lap, seeking Sango's welcoming familiarity.

Although she didn't approve of Miroku's fraud, Sango didn't really mind staying warm for the night, seeing as the cold season was approaching, and the winds were picking up.

Sango glanced over at Miroku. The lecherous bouzo was always trying to grope her (as well as every other pretty girl going past), but thinking back, Sango realised he hadn't today. He had probably tried, though.

I wish he'd just stop feeling for every pretty girl's butt and stick to one. As she thought this, she knew somewhere deep down, she wanted that girl to be – well, her. She knew she was being ridiculous. The possibility of Miroku ever settling with one girl was nonexistent.

Or so she thought.

After a while of watching her friends sleep, she gently lifted Kirara from her lap, and prepared for sleep herself.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the slow pace. It will get better, I hope, later.　If any of you want a Japanese translation list, just ask… after reviewing .

Til next time,

Ja mata ne, mina-san!