My Dream
By: Kagome
How did I end up here, besides the well? Why am I staying— especially with someone like Inuyasha. He is such a jerk sometimes, he never opens up, and he is way too sure himself. I'm sure he has good qualities too; like his ears and . . . well, his ears. I still wish he would open up; he makes me decode his answers. I asked him once if he was picked on when he was little. He basically said he didn't have a place in this world so he made a place for himself, not taking anything from anyone. What he meant was yes. Sometimes, though, it's nice to listen to him talk. It's really nice when he asks me for food (usually ramen). It says he depends on me, or at least it's nice to think he does. When I first met Inuyasha he called me Kikyo. Looking back now I think what an insult, but he loved Kikyo did that mean he. . . no. "Kagome; Ka-go-me!" I told him was my name.
How do I feel about Inuyasha? So many faults, but oh the ways I could change them. There are those times he is sweet and kind. I think he is about to reveal a secret thought, but, no, he wants a favor. He holds so much as if he is hiding something, but what I can't seem to decide. Just to reach out Inuyasha everything is all right I'm here with you. Does he even care? It confuses me; he'll be nice and caring, or short and rude. I always imagine having a nice conversation with him, and we usually end up yelling at each other. Then sometimes when I am about to yell at him, he'll say something and I am totally thrown off. Still, I find my self wondering: does he care for me or Kikyo?
Maybe I am thinking about this all wrong. Perhaps Inuyasha thinks I don't like him. After all I tell him to "SIT" even when it's not necessary. I also tend to yell at him. So why should he feel for me?
However, now I find myself sitting next to him. Inuyasha is always going on about fighting demons. Miroku and Sango are pretending to listen, just like me. They are keeping an eye on each other. Am I that obvious, can Inuyasha tell I'm . .
"Kagome, what are you doing?"
I'm instantly jerked out of my thoughts. I have just realized my hand was on his— and what is worse, he hates it! "Sorry," I mumbled.
Then I barely hear him, "No, I liked it."
He liked it? Was I supposed to hear that? I put my hand back on his, is that a
smile? Yes, it is. I feel blush run into my cheeks, a smile appears on my face.
Oh, I remember the first time he was human. He asked if he could lay his head on my lap. I let him and he said I smelled nice! This is just like it was then.
"Inuyasha . . ." I whisper.
His amber orbs gazed up at me.
"I'm glad I'm here with you."
"Oh, yeah me too," he said and gazed at the stars.
That's not what I wanted to say. I just wanted to say I loved him. I know its not much, I guess its just . . .my dream.