Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Inu-Yasha. I don't own anything, and I don't have anything!
Part One: Her
He's staring down my back again. I can feel it. I can't concentrate on my math studies, and I have a test tomorrow. Hell,
I'm going to be in so much trouble. And he just sits there as if everything's right with the world and stares down my back,
impatient to go back.
I turn around to snap a witty remark at him, but all that comes out is a soft sigh, accompanied by his name. "What is it,
Kagome?!" he snaps back. "I'm all quiet, so get back to your studies. We're going back tomorrow, no more excuses"
I sigh again and turn back around. How am I supposed to focus on math when he's watching my back? Is he going to stay up all
night and just watch me from there? I really wouldn't put it past him, he always has energy to burn. I don't know why, but
somehow the thought is comforting and annoying at the same time. Annoying, because I can't concentrate and I know I'm going
to do badly on the test.
But it feels nice to have him there, observing me. He's going to be there. If something were to happen, I know Inu-Yasha
would be the first at my side. He watches me with those fascinating golden eyes, and I find my mind drifting through all the
times he's come through. For me.
Somehow, I like the thought of him staying up and watching me, because it means he cares, because it shows he's determined
to make me do this, as much as I don't want to study.
That's why I'm so disappointed when I turn around again and he's fast alseep on my bed. I contemplate waking him up for a
moment,then reconsider. He looks so peaceful while he's sleeping, arms still crossed, but his face is relaxed. It doesn't
show the tension that usually makes him a light sleeper back in the Feudal Era, and his ears aren't moving, constantly on
the lookout for odd noises. No, he's completely still. And he snores so cutely, too. I suppress a giggle as I look over him.
He can face demons in mortal combat ay after day and never show fatigue...but one day here and he already saved a life.
I cannot help but feel proud of him. This is a side of him we never see over on the other side of the well, and I am the
one he feels comfortable around enough to show it to. I smile slightly, my mild annoyance over having to sleep on the floor
long past.
He really is something else. For all his macho act, he does care about people. As much of a jerk he is, he has his moments.
And he is my jerk.