Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha, and I'm not making any moolah off this.
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A/N: Yes, this is my first Inuyasha fic. Just a little one shot thing I came up with. I hope you enjoy it. Please R/R!
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Reflections on the Water
By: Batbabe
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He couldn't help but stare at her from across the water.
Kagome sat on the bank of the small lake, gazing at her own reflection, lost in thought. It was times like this that she looked the most like Kikyo to her half-human, half-demon companion.
Sometimes Inuyasha would watch her when she thought she was alone, when she was at her most venerable. He couldn't explain what drew him to her, since he knew that it wasn't simply the resemblance to his dead lover. If he was a romantic, he'd say that he was drawn to her on a spiritual level, to her very soul.
Good thing he wasn't a romantic.
He knew that if Kagome knew about his habit of watching her when she wanted to be alone, she'd sit him so hard he'd be sore for a week. Besides, he didn't want her thinking that he had any type of feelings for her, other than being his jewel detector. He'd never hear the end of it.....
She reached in a hand to test the temperature of the water before she decided to put her bare feet in. A light smile came across her face as she splashed a little with her feet. She seemed so happy and peaceful. It almost made the demon smile with her.
Her light giggle could be heard, even from his position in a tree across the lake, and a part of him wished that she would never stop. But he knew that she would. Soon enough they would be attacked by one demon or another, and she would be a target. He often wondered why she chose to stay with him, to help him, when her life was constantly being put at risk.
But he knew the answer. She trusted him with everything that she was, including her life. It made him wonder what he ever did to deserve that kind of thing from anyone. When they had first begun their journey together, he had made it no secret that he didn't care for the young woman at all, but still she stayed. She was there for him when he needed her the most, never asking for anything in return, other than a kind word here or there.
And yet he couldn't give even that to her. He did everything he could to push her away, make her hate him, but it never worked. Deep down, he knew that she would always be with him and would never betray him. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her.
Of course, he could always continue on looking for jewel shards with Miroku and Sango, but it would only be a way to shield him from his pain. The same way looking for the shard had been when he had first awoken, still hurt from the apparent betrayal of Kikyo.
He shifted slightly in his perched position on the branch, not wanting to alert her to his presence but desperately needing to move his tense muscles. It was getting late in the day, the sun was ready to set, and he knew that he'd have to leave soon or else he'd die of hunger. But he didn't want to leave while she was still there, gazing on the water.
He wondered what she was thinking of. Was she thinking of her home? Finding more jewel shards, perhaps? He was tempted to think that she might be thinking of him, but he let the thought pass.
At times she seemed so fragile, like she might break in his grasp, and at other times it seemed that she could rival him in pure strength, probably even surpass him. There was a time when he only considered her the reincarnation of the woman he had loved with all of his heart, but that had changed over time. She had proved that she was a completely different person from the woman he had known so many years ago.
Without realizing it, he had began to develop feelings for her, once he had made the distinction between her and Kikyo. Of course, his feelings for her weren't the same as those that he had for the priestess, but the were just as strong. Perhaps even stronger.
His face darkened at that thought. He couldn't allow himself to make the same mistake with her as he had with Kikyo, he couldn't open himself to that much pain again. And he couldn't subject Kagome to the pain that his love brought, he cared for her too much to do that. Besides, she was in enough danger as it was just being his friend. He didn't want to think about how Naraku would use her against him if they became more....
Again, he shook himself at the thought, his mind brought back to the sight before him. She was now looking to her side, at the setting sun. Her eyes seemed to capture the golden light and trap it in their depths, her smile widened. She always did love the sunset, he noted.
For a brief moment, the half-demon considered exiting his tree and joining her on the bank. But the thought only lasted a moment before he dismissed it. He could never let her get as close as he, and it seemed she, might want. Kikyo, or whoever she was now, was still out there, and he had promised himself to the priestess long ago. He couldn't forget that now, not after she had suffered so much because of him.
He sighed slightly. Kagome was nothing like Kikyo, and maybe that was what endeared her to him. Kagome could be loud, obnoxious, and an all- around pest, but she could also be the most caring, giving, and loving person he had ever met. There was so much to her than what could be seen on the surface. He couldn't help the spark of hope that ignited in him that maybe, one day, he could get to know everything there was to her and she to him.
He silently leaped from the tree to the ground, out of sight of the young woman. Slowly, he made his way back to their small campsite where, undoubtably, Sango was trying to hold off the priest's less than subtle advances. Another sigh escaped him as he looked back to the small lake, where a young raven-haired woman sat on the bank. He wondered briefly if she was thinking of him too......
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A/N: Yes, this is my first Inuyasha fic. Just a little one shot thing I came up with. I hope you enjoy it. Please R/R!
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Reflections on the Water
By: Batbabe
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He couldn't help but stare at her from across the water.
Kagome sat on the bank of the small lake, gazing at her own reflection, lost in thought. It was times like this that she looked the most like Kikyo to her half-human, half-demon companion.
Sometimes Inuyasha would watch her when she thought she was alone, when she was at her most venerable. He couldn't explain what drew him to her, since he knew that it wasn't simply the resemblance to his dead lover. If he was a romantic, he'd say that he was drawn to her on a spiritual level, to her very soul.
Good thing he wasn't a romantic.
He knew that if Kagome knew about his habit of watching her when she wanted to be alone, she'd sit him so hard he'd be sore for a week. Besides, he didn't want her thinking that he had any type of feelings for her, other than being his jewel detector. He'd never hear the end of it.....
She reached in a hand to test the temperature of the water before she decided to put her bare feet in. A light smile came across her face as she splashed a little with her feet. She seemed so happy and peaceful. It almost made the demon smile with her.
Her light giggle could be heard, even from his position in a tree across the lake, and a part of him wished that she would never stop. But he knew that she would. Soon enough they would be attacked by one demon or another, and she would be a target. He often wondered why she chose to stay with him, to help him, when her life was constantly being put at risk.
But he knew the answer. She trusted him with everything that she was, including her life. It made him wonder what he ever did to deserve that kind of thing from anyone. When they had first begun their journey together, he had made it no secret that he didn't care for the young woman at all, but still she stayed. She was there for him when he needed her the most, never asking for anything in return, other than a kind word here or there.
And yet he couldn't give even that to her. He did everything he could to push her away, make her hate him, but it never worked. Deep down, he knew that she would always be with him and would never betray him. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her.
Of course, he could always continue on looking for jewel shards with Miroku and Sango, but it would only be a way to shield him from his pain. The same way looking for the shard had been when he had first awoken, still hurt from the apparent betrayal of Kikyo.
He shifted slightly in his perched position on the branch, not wanting to alert her to his presence but desperately needing to move his tense muscles. It was getting late in the day, the sun was ready to set, and he knew that he'd have to leave soon or else he'd die of hunger. But he didn't want to leave while she was still there, gazing on the water.
He wondered what she was thinking of. Was she thinking of her home? Finding more jewel shards, perhaps? He was tempted to think that she might be thinking of him, but he let the thought pass.
At times she seemed so fragile, like she might break in his grasp, and at other times it seemed that she could rival him in pure strength, probably even surpass him. There was a time when he only considered her the reincarnation of the woman he had loved with all of his heart, but that had changed over time. She had proved that she was a completely different person from the woman he had known so many years ago.
Without realizing it, he had began to develop feelings for her, once he had made the distinction between her and Kikyo. Of course, his feelings for her weren't the same as those that he had for the priestess, but the were just as strong. Perhaps even stronger.
His face darkened at that thought. He couldn't allow himself to make the same mistake with her as he had with Kikyo, he couldn't open himself to that much pain again. And he couldn't subject Kagome to the pain that his love brought, he cared for her too much to do that. Besides, she was in enough danger as it was just being his friend. He didn't want to think about how Naraku would use her against him if they became more....
Again, he shook himself at the thought, his mind brought back to the sight before him. She was now looking to her side, at the setting sun. Her eyes seemed to capture the golden light and trap it in their depths, her smile widened. She always did love the sunset, he noted.
For a brief moment, the half-demon considered exiting his tree and joining her on the bank. But the thought only lasted a moment before he dismissed it. He could never let her get as close as he, and it seemed she, might want. Kikyo, or whoever she was now, was still out there, and he had promised himself to the priestess long ago. He couldn't forget that now, not after she had suffered so much because of him.
He sighed slightly. Kagome was nothing like Kikyo, and maybe that was what endeared her to him. Kagome could be loud, obnoxious, and an all- around pest, but she could also be the most caring, giving, and loving person he had ever met. There was so much to her than what could be seen on the surface. He couldn't help the spark of hope that ignited in him that maybe, one day, he could get to know everything there was to her and she to him.
He silently leaped from the tree to the ground, out of sight of the young woman. Slowly, he made his way back to their small campsite where, undoubtably, Sango was trying to hold off the priest's less than subtle advances. Another sigh escaped him as he looked back to the small lake, where a young raven-haired woman sat on the bank. He wondered briefly if she was thinking of him too......
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