Send Me A Song

Disclaimer: PWEEEEZE CAN I HAVE INU-CHAN FOR MY BIRTHDAY? PWEEEEEEEZE!CHRISTMAS? NO? (O.O) SADPUPPYEYES Ok, I still don't own Inuyasha...

A/N: Ok, I never thought that I would actually write a song-fic, but I guess considering my nature as a music lover, I shouldn't be too surprised that this idea came to me while listening to a song. If you are a song-fic lover, than REJOICE, because this is going to be a chapter-ed song-fic. I have lots of songs picked out already, and if I find another that works, it will be included. Ok, I guess I will start, and just do any explaining I feel needs to be done at the end, or at the beginning of the next chapter. Oh, this first chapter starts out with a small amount of spoiler for the Final Act. I am pulling the first couple of lines straight out of the Subbed version. BTW, I have it rated as M, only because I have ideas for slightly 'Adult' material, but I don't know if it will make it into this story, but it may. I am playing it by ear. Literally. A chapter will have a BOLDED, ITALICIZED, warning if if has said material in it.

Chapter 1: Walking in the Air

"Nee-chan!" "Kagome!" "Kagome!"

As the well reappeared with Inuyasha and Kagome sitting on the edge, Souta, Mama and Jii-chan each jumped to their feet with surprise and relief. Kagome ran from the well toward her mother, some relief washing over her knowing that this wasn't a dream, or an illusion.

"MAMA! I was so worried! Inuyasha saved me. Thank you Inuya-!"

Turning towards her hanyou friend, Kagome was just in time to see Inuyasha dragged back through the time portal, without having activated it by jumping in. He was just gone.

"Inuyasha!"

She ran to the well and peered down into the dark depths she had just come out of, and just watched her closest friend disappear in.

"Inuyasha! INUYASHA! No, no, no, no, NO!"

Kagome jumped in and landed on the bottom with a thud, made sickening by the heart wrenching sobs now coming from inside the well. And they weren't caused by physical pain. This pain was entirely emotional.

Higurashi-san watched her daughter with a wave of grief washing over her. Inuyasha had become like a second son to her, and she knew that was no where near the feelings Kagome had for the silver haired, dog eared young man. She had been his constant companion since her 15th birthday. According to Kagome, he was the first person she came across in the Feudal Era, unconscious though he may have been. They had traveled the island together recovering the shards of the jewel, making friends, destroying enemies; fighting with each other, and forgiving each other every time. She was very much aware of her daughter's blooming affection throughout the whole time, even from the moment he had burst into their kitchen demanding her daughter to come back with him because he hadn't told her she could go home. Even if they hadn't been aware of it at the time, it was already there. As a protective mother, she was also aware of Inuyasha's feelings for Kagome. Very much aware. She WAS a mother after all, and as a mother she was tuned into the young man like a radar. She didn't know much about him, but she had pretty much deduced from his behavior and reactions to their acceptance, not too mention his almost no comment on Jii-chans original warding sutras, and from Kagome's own stories, that he was used to being despised, hated, and even threatened for what he was. That the whole-hearted acceptance and love from this family in the future was different, unexpected and surprising, made HER blood boil at the people who could be so uncaring and ruthless. She knew that, while he was practically an adult, because of his upbringing, or lack thereof, he was mostly still a child in some ways. And as the motherly type she was, she wanted to help him as much as she wanted to help her own Kagome and Souta, possibly more so because they both loved him as a brother and a lover. Seeing her daughter now, crying like the world had just ended, and that there wasn't a reason to keep living, she knew that had he been able to stay, she wouldn't have had a say in the matter. It was how it had been with her and her husband. She had loved him with her very soul, and no one could change her mind. The fact that this situation was all too similar to when he had died broke her heart even more. Kagome had also felt the loss of her father dearly and strongly. They had been close, very close, and Souta was still too young to remember much beyond pictures of memories. Kagome had been his baby, his princess, his little girl, and he had died at a time in her life when memories were the cruelest. She was just starting to remember things with great detail, and this was one of her first REAL memories. The police coming to the door and telling her mother that her father had been killed in a subway accident. As soon as they had gone, mother and daughter had curled up on the master bed and cried until no more tears would come. And as she watched Kagome crawl out of the well and literally fall onto the ground surrounding it, hanging onto the old wood structure like it was what held her to this life, Mama knew they would probably be doing the same tonight. If she could convince Kagome to leave the well house that is. And not break down again at the sight of the Goshinboku.

Souta and Jii-chan had sensed the sensitivity of the moment, and knew there was nothing they could do, so they had gone back into the house to decide what to make for dinner. They had a feeling Mama would be too busy trying to comfort Kagome to even notice her own hunger. For that matter, Souta wasn't feeling that hungry either. He was feeling the loss of his hero and Inu-nii-chan dearly, for a boy.

Kagome didn't know what to do. She was suddenly lost again. Only this time, instead of it being a dream with a fleeting memory of someone, or a void blackness with only the jewel and herself, she was wide awake, and she KNEW with her heart and soul what was missing, WHO was missing, and she was helpless to do anything about it. And it hadn't even dawned on her, that in her time, all her human friends would be considered history, very old history. Only one thing, one person, was on her mind: Inuyasha. As her mother approached; pulling her away from the well and into a hug, she again turned to her and grabbed her for all she was worth, almost afraid that she would disappear as well.

"Oh Mama! I never told him, never to his face. I admitted it to Sango, Shippo, and even Miroku. I told Naraku and his incarnations. I even think he heard me telling Kagura and the baby. But I never told HIM! I never took the time to tell him what he really meant to me. I never told him that I love him! I know he cares for me, I know how to read him, he always acts on his feelings, even if he can't say them. But I should have told him, nobody tells him, they leave him to guess, almost no one cares for him anyway. Only his mother ever told him, and she died at least a hundred years ago for him. I love him and I never told him and I wanted him to know so badly, I wanted him to feel loved, accepted, and special because he is. He's not disgusting or an animal, he's a person who deserves the best there is, because he is the best. Mama, I love him!"

With this, her very heart's cry, she crumpled in her mother's arms, and the tears finally fell from Higurashi-sans eyes. As she held her daughter in the fading light of the day in the well house, she prayed to every Kami-sama that Kagome would at least live through this in body, because she knew it was hard for your soul and heart to survive such an event. At least she had had some time to live with her husband before he was taken from her. She had had Kagome and Souta, and her memories. Kagome only had her memories.

On the back of the Sunset Shrine, in the woods located behind the well house, a lone figure sat up in the higher branches of a tree, the only other surviving tree from the Feudal Era. He had made sure of it, for not only was it his second favorite tree in the past, he distinctly remembered it in the future, or, well past...or both. Even now, he could smell him all over it, and he hadn't personally been there in 10 years. He had wanted to be sure that not a wiff of himself NOW had been discovered by himself THEN, simply because he hadn't ever, and the timeline needed to stay the same.

Well, it had remained the same so far, and since the time portal was now closed, he figured there wasn't much more to be concerned about in that respect. No his concerns were the same, but different. He was still concerned about her safety, but he wouldn't have to freak out if she was about to discover him now. No, she would be discovering him soon, but he wanted to stick to his plan. His almost 400 year old plan.

He drug his claws deeper into the tree trunk. That girl and her tears were going to be the downfall of his plan. Not to mention her words. Even though he was a good distance from the well house, far enough that with his concealment spell, she wouldn't be able to sense his youki, between his ears and nose, which both seemed to have become a little more sensitive and strong in the last 500 years, he could hear and smell everything going on in that little building almost like he was 5 feet away from the back. With his senses he was literally seeing what was happening. He felt both of them appear in the well house along with the well, and it crossed his mind that he had been able to feel the presence of another youkai when he had appeared, and swore he smelt himself, fresher than the last 3 days, which made sense considering he had been hiding out in this spot for that time. But when the well had started pulling him back through, without permission, he had forgotten everything but Kagome, and the look on her face when she turned to him and saw him fading into nothing. That face had haunted him for the last 5 centuries, and it was all coming back now, fresher and suddenly raw as he heard for the first time her frantic cries for him, and the confession to her mother.

He leaned even more into the tree, dragging himself into a standing position he was so tense. His jaw was completely clenched, he didn't think even Sesshomaru and his poison claws could melt it open. He wanted to run to that well house, break it down for being in between him and his mate. Sure she wasn't his mate yet, but his youkai and youki had chosen her as such 500 years ago, and damnit, NOTHING would get in their way. Well nothing but his own plan, and only because it was HIS. If it had been his brother's, or Sango or Miroku's, it would've been forgotten the moment his own presence had left that well house. But it was his plan, and he would stick to it.

As he listened to Kagome and her mother cry in the well house, his mind wandered back 500 years in the past, and what had been happening at this exact time.

Inuyasha jumped out of the well as soon as he saw blue sky above, even though he wished it to be a wooden roof. THE wooden roof of the well house, where he had left Kagome, not of his own free will, but where he had left her none the less. He had to fight with his youkai to not immediately jump back into the well. He wanted to go back to her and kiss that look right off her face. He wanted to show her he was there, that he would never leave her again. He wanted to tell her he loved her, that he had for a long time now, that he was a baka to not tell her sooner, that he couldn't live without her. But he couldn't. The well wouldn't let him. Even without trying he knew, there was a different feeling about the well now. Almost like it had died in a way. He had never noticed how alive it had felt until it died, until it denied him access through the time slip to his mate. His mate. HIS MATE. And yet he also knew that she was safest in her own time. That he wasn't the only one who needed her. He had heard the panic in her family's voices while he was in the Meidou. They were scared, so scared he could almost smell it. The well had disappeared, and with the well went the hope of seeing Kagome. Kami, he understood that feeling, even with the well sitting in front of him, it might as well disappear now that he couldn't get to Kagome.

"Inuyasha!"

The question didn't even have to be asked, he knew what they wanted to know. Without as much emotion as he could muster he answered them, even though the words were almost empty to his wounded soul.

"Kagome's safe."

It was all he could say. If he tried anything else, he would lose it. Him, the demon of no tears, would be reduced to a heap of them, or he would ransack what was left of the forest, which wasn't much. He would probably still have to cry even after that. Inuyasha surveyed what was left of his forest. It was dead, brown, gone. To him it was how his heart and soul felt. Dead and gone.

As he looked around, he saw something that made his heart jump and clench at the same time.

There, sitting on the brown dead ground, where he was positive Kagome had stood right before being jerked into the Meidou created by Byakuya's power absorbing sword, was a book. Not a scroll from his time, or even one of the few actual books that did exist in the homes of the wealthy. But a book from the future. From Kagome's time. Like one of her 'skool-books', but it wasn't one of them. But it was hers, he knew that. Even from where he was across the well and part of the meadow, he could smell her on it. As he walked over and picked it up, he remembered seeing Kagome working in the book, mostly writing, but occasionally reading. She never seemed to go past about halfway, only reading the front part of the book, and then writing one or two more pages in the middle somewhere. If he remembered correctly, she had seemed really close to the front when she had started writing in it in his time. And the book had smelled more 'new'. He looked at the cover. It was made of a material similar to leather, but he could tell it wasn't actually made from an animal. It had one word inscribed on the front, but not in ink, more like a carving in the material. 'Journal'. He had an idea of what that was. A journal was where people could write there own personal thoughts and ideas. He remembered his okaa-san having something like that, though hers had been a collection of scrolls, and they had been burned when she died. She had told him that they kept the secrets of her heart. They contained her feelings and thoughts that been turned into written words. She had even read some to him. He knew how mother had met his father, and how she had felt about him after only seeing him once. She had had to rewrite those because her original scrolls from her childhood to his birth had been burned with the castle the night he was born and his father died. Okaa-san had even written 'poems' in her journal. She would read those to him a lot. She had original poems, and some she said that Chichi had written to her. Or at least those she could remember. He remembered many of them to this day, and some now made sense to him, and he could almost feel his mother's pain at being separated from his father. He felt it to the core.

He stared at the book in his hand with a sense of loss. This was the only thing left of Kagome in his world. It was her most personal space. It contained her thoughts and feelings. And as he thought about that, he had to wonder how many of the pages contained his name. Probably many of them rantings about how much of a baka he was, how mean he was, and what he had said and done. But he was sure it also contained her confession of love. He knew she loved him, he had seen it almost everyday, and he had heard it every once in a while when she would inform someone else. Someone besides him. She had never told him outright, but she had made it very clear in her actions, and he had a feeling she only held back because of a sense of duty to him, Kikyo and the rest of the world. She couldn't be distracted by feelings. They were similar, he and that girl from the future. Their sense of responsibility overran their own personal feelings, and until they fulfilled those responsibilities, they didn't matter. Also, now that it had happened, he wondered if maybe self-conscientiously they had both feared what had just happened. That they would be torn from each other as soon as their duty was fulfilled.

He made a decision. A decision he knew would most likely get him OSAWARI-ed to hell if she ever found out. Kami, he WANTED her to find out and osawari him. He wanted to feel the slam of dirt on his face as it said hello for the millionth time. If it meant that he was with Kagome, he would endure it every day, hour or minute for the rest of his life if he had to. He took his life into his hands, well it was sitting in his hands, he would read her journal. He wanted to know her heart and thoughts. He wanted to feel her feelings. He wanted to see life from her perspective and see what a baka he had been. He wanted to relive every moment with her he possibly could, even the bad and ugly. Every time that Naraku had showed his disgusting web of deceit; every time he had abandoned her to go see Kikyo; each time that Koga had shown up and called her his 'woman'. Every time she had had to cry on Sango's shoulder because he had again hurt her deeply. On purpose. He had know what he was doing, but he couldn't let her get TOO close, though he knew in his heart of hearts, it was already too late. And when he hurt her, he hurt himself.

Sango and Miroku had walked back to the village already. They could tell he needed to be alone right now. He was safe, and he had just told them Kagome was safe. That was what was important. And now he needed to recover, and they knew, at least while he was hanyou, he needed to do it alone. When he was human was another thing, but they still had a week or so till that was an issue. Shippo hung back, watching the hanyou with a forlorn expression, not really sure what would be a wise move at the moment. As much as he harassed Inuyasha, he really cared about him, and he knew his feelings were returned. Sure he acted like Inuyasha was his onii-san, but really he was more of an otoo-san by this point. Shippo looked up to him like his own father, and he know it had to do with more than the fact of Inuyasha avenging his father or protecting and providing for him for the last 10 plus moons. Kagome was like his mother now, and she loved Inuyasha, and he knew, because of his nose and instincts, Inuyasha loved Kagome. That put the hanyou as more than the Alpha male in the pack. That made him his father. And despite the lack of a mating bond as of yet, the affection and feelings were all there, and even Inuyasha's youkai knew his future mate.

And now here they were. The two proud demons of Kagome Higurashi, reduced to nothing but raw feelings, which demons NEVER showed. They needed each other, and they both knew it. But Shippo was clueless as to what to do. He wanted to reach out and comfort his adopted father, tell him it would all be ok, but he honestly didn't know, and with Inuyasha, was clueless as to what to do without getting a pounding. Though he would almost welcome a pounding, it would mean that the hanyou was back to normal. He also couldn't help wondering if he wouldn't receive poundings in the future, with the hanyou just hoping to be osawari-ed for it like all the times in the past.

As he watched Inuyasha picked up, looked at, and opened a book he recognized as Kagome's journal. He had watched Kagome write in it many times, and he had even sat next to her at times while she wrote. Though not usually when she was irritated and needed to vent her feelings. Nobody really sat close to her when she was like that. Maybe after she closed that journal, because something about writing down in her frustrations made her feel better, or even see how silly her agitations were. He knew she would never have left her journal in the past on purpose. It contained the memories of her adventures in the past. The good and the bad. And as much as he knew she hated the bad, she would rather read about just them then never read or hear about the times in the past at all. At least many of the bad times included all of them, especially Inuyasha. So that left dropping it. Most likely when she was jerked into the Meidou. It had been so sudden, her journal had probably been at the top of her bag and been thrown out of it by the movenment.

Shippo crept over to Inuyasha and looked up at him. The hanyou flicked his ears in his general direction, showing he heard, and knew where he was, but otherwise didn't care if he was caught at his current activity. So Shippo looked over his shoulder and saw which page he was reading. It was an entry that included a poem. One that Kagome had actually created a little tune for and sung to him on several occasions at bedtime. It was actually a well known entry to him. She had written it shortly after his joining their little pack, forming the rag tag family they had become. She had just gotten done ranting on about Inuyasha and what a baka and jerk he was, how he wasn't that nice and all. You could almost hear a sigh before this entry, like she had just gotten done rereading what she had written the day before, and in a more rational, cooled down mind, saw the truth of the matter, and reminded her self of something that had happened at the conclusion of the battle with the Thunder Brother's

"Yes, Inuyasha is a jerk at times, but much of his surly behavior stems from his lack of trust in anyone, and his attempt to keep everyone at an arms length. After writing yesterdays entry, we ate the dinner Nazuna had made. When it came time to settle down for bed, Inuyasha was even more testy than usual, even for that day of testiness. It was like a nervous disorder had suddenly come over him. As he stepped outside, saying that he would be sleeping in the open, he cursed, and we suddenly became aware of several spiderheads surrounding the temple. They showed up behind us a second later. With a little struggle resulting in Inuyasha being covered in spider webs, we escaped to the surrounding forest. Upon the removal of the sticky substance from his head, I discovered the root of his problems, at least for the day. He was human. At first I was hurt that he wouldn't share this with me, but then after he told me that he didn't trust anyone, and nobody knew about it, because it was the only way he could stay alive, it struck me. He had never had a real friend before. His mother was probably the only person who ever knew, but I don't even know that for sure. I know he is opening up to me more, and I hope he will count me a friend. I am still a little baffled about what happened after the Thunder Brother's had been defeated, I swear he was worried that I was leaving him, and that he didn't even pick up the shards from Hiten until he discovered that I wasn't in immedieate danger of disappearing on him. As I said back then, he was flustered and irritating for the rest of the day. I can say I was also afraid that he was now permanently human, and was more than relieved that he would become hanyou again in the morning. As surly as he is, I would still miss the real Inuyasha. Also I don't know what to make of his later statement, while half unconscious from the spider poison, and recovering from Myoga's treatment. He told me that he LIKED my scent, which was a direct contradiction to what he has been telling me since day, no minute, one. I was flustered to say the least. I have to admit, I do like Inuyasha a little now, as a friend. He really does have a nice side, he just doesn't like to show it because it has always been considered a weakness, and chalked up as human emotions, which his brother throws at him disdainfully. When you think about the fact that other youkai despise him for his human blood, and humans fear and despise him for his youkai blood, he can't just go up and be nice to everyone. He has probably even tried it, and been hurt by others for his trust. I don't understand how anyone could hate someone so amazing, and dare I say, beautiful. If I must I'll call him handsome, but it doesn't really cut it. He is so much more. He is physically perfect, and the rate that he heals at! His hair is never a tangled mess. I am completely jealous. And then there are his physical abilities. He is strong, and powerful. I think the only demon we have met who could possibly been called stronger than him was Sesshomaru, who was a full blooded Inu-youkai of the same blood line. Hiten was, but only because he had 5 jewel shards. When I ride on his back sometimes I feel as though we are flying. He can jump to impossible heights, and at times he will take us through the trees instead of on the ground. I love those times.

We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

We're holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams

Children gaze open mouthed
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes

We're surfing in the air
We're swimming in the frozen sky
We're drifting over icy
mountains floating by

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Rising up, a mighty monster from its sleep

We're walking in the air
We're dancing in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

"We haven't, at least not yet, 'flown' over any waters that had 'monsters' rising up out of them. But with Inuyasha, Shippo, and the jewel shards to still find, I am sure I may actually see something like that. It seems there are multiple supposed fairy tales that are actually more accurate history than I am learning in school. The weird part is when I suddenly feel like I am a part of most of my Jii-chans stories. They do tend to deal with the Bone Eater's Well, The Goshiboku, and the Shikon no Tama, all of which I am directly connected with. Not to mention some 'evil youkai' I seem to have heard was sealed to the Goshinboku. Evil? NEVER. Youkai? Half, but that is his blessing. Inuyasha, will you ever understand that it's not bad to be part human? It is good to have those you can depend on and trust, and feelings are normal, I'll bet even youkai have them, they just don't SHOW them. I guess I can't really blame you for not trusting anyone yet. Was that why this Kikyo has left such a sore spot on you? You trusted her, and she turned on you? Inuyasha, I hope I can show you real friendship and trust, and I can only pray you will open up to me. I would like you as a real friend. Oh well, gotta go to bed now, HE is saying how my 'weak human constitution' can't handle lack of sleep, and I will be 'grumpy' in the morning, and how he doesn't want 'a bitch' along with him whining about being tired and other 'fucking shit'. Honestly, if he raised himself, WHERE did he learn his language. That will forever evade me. I wonder if I should wash his mouth with soap, or maybe feed him something spicy. Or I could just osawari him every time he curses. Oh well, that's probably a lost cause, he'll just curse more as I slam him down, and I really couldn't handle being that cruel. Plus we wouldn't get anywhere with how often he curses. There would just be an Inuyasha shaped hole in Kaede's entry way. Poor Kaede."

Inuyasha had to fight the tears, harder than he had ever fought them before. Then again, he had never really fought them before, because in the times when he had cried, he had believed the cause justified the means. Like when his mother died while he was still a child. A 50 year old child, but a child all the same. The time he had thought Kagome dead, he had fought them a little, mostly because of what he had told Shippo minutes before, but that was nothing of a struggle compared to sitting on the bare ground next to the well, reading Kagome's journal entry the day after the first new moon with him. SHE had cried for HIM that night. She had been afraid for him with good reason. He had almost died, only because he had been human, but if Myoga had run off like usual, he probably would've died. And yet here he was now, trying not to cry because he couldn't believe her heart, even back then, only about 2 weeks into their relationship, she was still aware that he wanted the jewel to become a full youkai, but she just wanted his happiness. She never had had any prejudice toward him because of his hanyou status, and it seems she had started caring for him earlier than he had thought. And to think he had inspired her to write a poem. Now that he thought about it, it sounded a little familiar, like he had heard her say it before. In fact, she may have actually sung it...

"She used to sing that one to me before bed sometimes." Bingo. He turned to Shippo and growled as comfortingly as he could muster under the situation. Even though things between them hadn't really changed, it was as if the loss of Kagome had made them closer without words even being necessary.

Inuyasha was surprised when an answering growl sounded from the kit. A semi high pitched, submissive growl that meant one thing.

"Alpha, otou-san."

His voice now completely gone, Inuyasha could only answer Shippo in one word, and a gesture. As he opened his arms in invitation of their first real hug, he growled out a word he never thought he'd say in a personal way.

"Pup."

A silent observer in the sky watched the scene play out before him, and though he lacked the knowledge of WHAT exactly had been in the book that the hanyou had read, he knew it had belonged to the strange Miko. And listening to the exchange between his otouto and the fox kit, Sesshomaru knew that he would soon have to have a serious, and life changing, at least for Inuyasha, talk with him. There were some things he would probably really like to know, and after his honorable display with the battle against Naraku, Sesshomaru could at least do that for him. Right? Of course, he was the Lord of the Western Lands, The Son of the Great Inutaisho...well so was the hanyou, and he had surpassed their father in his own way, so he could be considered at least a worthy being, if not almost an equal. Besides, if anyone argued with HIM, they took their life into their own hands, and handed it to him. He would have their head with a flick of his youki whip. NO ONE disagreed with the Lord of the Western lands and lived to tell about it, except maybe Inuyasha, oh and Rin, not to mention that Miko from the future, the one bound to be his brother's mate, Kagome. She almost tempted her fate with him more that his little brother, and that was saying a lot. Yes, he definitely need to have that talk with his brother, that Miko was the only one who could keep his brother in line, and even as a human, she was more than worthy to be mate to a son of the great Inutaisho. Almost as worthy as Rin...Whoa, where did THAT come from...

A/N: All right, there it is, the first chapter. I was on pins and needles to get it done. School and chores couldn't be done fast enough. I honestly didn't know all that would be included when I started, I just knew it would center around Walking in the Air. That song is actually very special to me. It was how I discovered Inuyasha. This Feburary, I was listening to what had become my favorite Celtic Woman song at the time, and decided I wanted to find the official music video. I couldn't find it, but one of the first that popped up on my radar was put to some show called 'Oni...Uno...Yashi...Oh, right Inuyasha...' ;) I watched it and several others of the same song by different Inu fans. By the end, my curiosity was peaked, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat, and the rest is history. I was up all that night, from about 10 pm to 7 am watching Inuyasha. And I still couldn't say his name right for about a week. After that first night, I got a little wiser (because I almost died the next day, and I couldn't fall asleep during school and violin...) and only stayed up all night once or twice more, otherwise limiting myself to about 6 to 7 shows before bed. Anywho. I finished the show for the second time (including the Final Act and the 4 movies) a month later, started in on fanfic, and the manga. Still haven't completely finished the manga, but it's easier to watch than read, ne? Funny how now when I look up Walking in the Air Celtic Woman on Youtube, I can now find the video I had been looking for in the first place...curious, must've been fate...;) It just felt appropriate to start out my first Inuyasha song fic with the song that started it all. The title is also a Celtic Woman song, which I am still debating whether to include in the fic or not. I'll see if I can come up with enough material to place around it.

Ja ne!