Oblivion
AN: Rewrite of "Colors".
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.
"Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job."
― Elizabeth Gilbert
Infatuation
Violet eyes watched as she tended to his wounds. She was gentle with him, yet urgent, the need to clean his wounds blocking out any other thought.
They were in a cave; they'd gotten separated from the rest of the group after a bad fight with a demon. He'd gotten the wound, a deep long gash on his ribs, by protecting her.
The cave was barely lit except for the moonlight that shone in from a gap near the top of the cave. It bathed the two in its blue embers.
His lips parted in a silent gasp as he took her in. She was bathed in the blue light, her black hair taking on a blue hue and her alabaster skin looking ethereal.
She looked like a moon goddess.
"Beautiful..."
She looked up, confused. "Huh? Miroku-sama, did you say something?" her blue eyes peered at him curiously.
He shook his head, a smile forming. "Iie, Kagome-sama."
The girl blinked at him before smiling, giving a shrug as she returned to her task at hand.
Violet eyes continued to watch her, entirely aware of his infatuation growing.