It was a cool night. A few stars were visible while the crested moon shined brightly. The gentle breeze swiped a girl's long raven hair to the side as her sad chestnut brown eyes looked toward the sky. When the wind let up and relaxed her hair, it fell back on her lightly tanned skin and over her dark tee. She walked down the lonely street, lost in thoughts about her life. She did not hear the footsteps behind her.
"Hey," a voice called from beside her.
"Hello," she said, a little startled but she smiled all the same.
The man who had started to talk to her had two silver dog ears that sat on top of his head, topping off the flowing silver hair that framed golden eyes. He was a just little taller than her. He was tan and his slightly tight black t-shirt faintly outlined his toned chest. He wore simple blue jeans.
"Where are you headed?" he asked curiously.
"Home, you?" she asked.
"Was wondering if I could walk you home?" he asked her with a nervous smile.
"Sure, if you want," she said with a smile before looking toward the sky once again.
"The moon looks beautiful tonight," she said, directing the comment to no one in particular.
"Yes, you are," he answered as he looked at her.
"…No I'm not," she said softly after making sure she heard right.
"But beauty is in the eye of the beholder," he said with a smile.
She smiled sadly back. "Then you must be blind," she said.
They walked for a few minutes in silence as cars passed by and the color of the traffic light changes to red for them. When they stopped, he looked over at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said, smiling again at him.
"Please don't lie to me. I know something wrong," he said softly.
"Who says I'm lying?" she asked him.
"Your eyes," he stated and she was taken back by the answer.
"Huh?" was all that she could manage.
"Your eyes," he repeated. "They look so sad. Why?" he asked as he slowly traced her cheek, barely touching her skin. She pulled her face away.
"But I don't know you," she said, searching his face.
"It's easier to tell a stranger then someone you know," he said with a small smile.
"You don't really want to hear it," she said finally as she turned to continue walking.
"Why not?" he asked, easily keeping up with her.
"Because it's too much drama," she said softly, sighing.
He grinned. "I like drama," he told her.
"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding a little doubtful that he wanted to hear.
"Yes," he said softly. "Please tell me."
"It's just that I'm tired. I want to be loved. No one seems to care about me. And I feel so alone," she said, looking towards the ground as a tear fell down her cheek.
"Why do you feel that way?" he asked quietly, wondering how she could not have a single person who cared.
"Because everyone ends up leaving me. And most of the time, they never cared about me. Just what they could get from me," she didn't look up as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill from the pools in her eyes.
He lightly gripped her arm to turn her so that she was facing him. When she was turned around, she felt warm arms around her and she found herself in his arms. She hesitantly put her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. When her eyes were dried she pulled away with a little blush.
"Feeling better?" he asked gently.
"Yes, thank you," she said, blushing a little more.
"No problem. It was my pleasure," he said with a slight smirk.
They walked the short time in silence. Just as they got to her house, she heard a quiet "good bye". But when she looked around, she didn't see him anywhere. As she walked up the stairs to the front door, she touched her cheek to feel more tears streaming down as she entered her big, empty house.
This was something I had written and I don't own Inuyasha and friends. But as always it's been fun. So please review
Isabella the White Tiger