Sometimes when I was bored I go on a walk by my self and get lost, not able to find my way back to my camp. Sometimes.
Sometimes, on my walk, I would find myself in the presence of a demon. Sometimes.
Sometimes we would talk, other times we would sit in silence, listening to world around us. It lasted for months, and during that time, I never questioned the friendship we had. I was glad we were friends. When I was alone, he would comfort me, telling me, encouraging me.
During those months, Inuyasha never found out. I think he might of thought that something was going on, but did not know what. Sango knew. I told her. And then Miroku found me and my demon friend talking once, but never said a word.
We grew close, him and me. I think he was comfortable with me, for he told me that he did not trust easily, and I think I knew that before hand. He told me his problems, how his lands were slowly being controlled by humans, how he searched for a mate, but could never find one. I think he was lonely. That's why he told me these things. But he never told me.
Sometimes and never.
That's what my life is like. Sometimes I feel alone. Never will I be able t fit in at the home I grew up in. My life will be full of Sometimes and Never.
When Inuyasha found out, I think he disowned me. I ran to my demon friend, and he tried to comfort me the only way he knew. He kissed me. It started out slow, but turned into something passionate.
It was my first true kiss. I had kissed Inuyasha before, but that was to save him.
I think we grew closer after that. I started to travel with him, sometimes seeing my other friends, but never wanting leave his side.
Sometimes at night, we kissed, other times we laid in each other's embrace. I did not feel alone anymore.
He told me once that I would make a great mate. He never lies.
I think that's when I really started to fall for him.
He kept on complimenting me, but I knew he would run out soon, and start to see the bad things about me. Out of fear, I ran.
He found me, and brought me back to our camp. He asked me what was wrong. I told him. He just smiled and brushed my hair and told me that that would never happen.
Sometimes, when I hold our child, I ponder back to those moments, and question if I really belong as his wife. Sometimes.
Sometimes I wonder if he was sad when I died. Sometimes
I love you Sesshoumaru.