Seeing her was something, she knew he would do. Arms were wrapped around her soulless body, his eyes all on her. Wasting away into nothing, Kagome saw him with her, her heart began to break. She didn't even cry, it was pointless to her. Why should she, she wasn't in her own time and yet, she thought she could make a difference being here. Three years and still he loves her.
"Inuyasha…" she whispered to herself. "You will never feel the same, being that I am not her…yet we are one of the same." she blink a few times before heading the other direction. The last thing she heard from him, saying.
"I love you." to Kikyo and only her.
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Ever since that day, Inuyasha always ended up going when he saw the soul snatchers. Kagome didn't complain much, she was off in her own little world. Looking down at her tea, seeing her reflection. Her mind was wondering in the state of calming down. Sango seemed to notice as well as Miroku. Whenever Inuyasha leaves, Kagome seems to be out of spot. Meaning her spiritual powers were affecting her emotions. It wasn't a pretty thing to see, even for Shippo. He climbed into her lap, making Kagome come back to the real world. He placed his hands on her face, making her turn her head, side to side.
"Are you okay, Mama?" he spoke. That was another thing too, Kagome adopted him as his mother. He was happy as ever. Kagome looked down at the little fox demon and smiled at him.
"Everything is fine, Shippo." he could tell she was lying, but he let it slide right by. Kagome shook her head as she started getting up, making Shippo jump off of her.
"Kagome, where are you going?" Sango asked as Kagome grabbed a few of her bathing materials and headed into the forest.
"A bath would be nice to calm me down." she turned back asking. "Sango would you care to join me?" she shook her head.
"I'm fine, but please be careful."
"I will. My powers have gotten better. I can defend any demon that comes in my way."
"Than Lady Kagome, would these be good on your journey?" Kagome looked at Miroku seeing as he was holding her bow and arrows.
"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt." she took them from him and headed back out to the forest. Finding a hot spring as fast as she can.
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After calming herself down as she got into the water. She rubbed her head with so much pain. Her emotions were even worst than she thought of. Meditating usually works, but the body cannot relax well for the mind to heal.
"All this energy is draining my body." she spoke softly, not that anyone was listening to her anyway. She looked up seeing some of the soul snatchers. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. She held herself tightly, forgetting about her.
"Kikyo, this. Kikyo that. Man, if I hear one more time about her. I'm going to explode." she smash the water seeing the ripples, echoing her emotions. She sigh as she leaned back, letting it soak in. She closed her eyes, thinking if she would of change her mind going back home. She missed everyone, her mom, little brother, heck even her grandfather. Her old life back home was great, but adventure thrilled her the most. After defeating Naraku, she chose to stay in the past. Her feelings was, because of Inuyasha. Although her plan backfired, seeing as he still chose the clay pot than her. "Its not fair." she felt her eyes burning with tears. She missed everything, her heart couldn't take it anymore. Wiping them away quickly as she did. She started pouring some shampoo onto her hand and into her hair, rubbing it gently against her scalp. Rinsing and repeating, she washed herself finally getting done. She looked back at the moon, seeing a crescent one. It reminded her of someone.
"Sesshomaru…" she didn't know why she said his name. Was it something in her mind that wanted him? "My mind is crazy, I can't love him."
"But why? Inuyasha has that clay pot. He is more powerful than you know it. Did it ever accord to you that he might take an interest in you, because of how powerful you have become?" Her mind was playing tricks on her. She ignore it, rushing out of the water, drying herself off and changing back into her own clothes. She walked back to her camp, like nothing had happened at all.
