This is Inuyasha's take on the whole 'love at first fight' thing that he and Kagome had going on. Sorry for any OOC that there might be.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the imagination used to write this story. All characters belong to Takahashi-san.

That night, when Kagome was asleep, Inuyasha crawled out of bed and snuck into the other room where Kagome had been writing in. Pulling a scroll from a stack near the table, he dipped the brush in the inkpot and started to write.

Inuyasha's P.O.V

It's been 25 years since I first met Kagome, and yet we still have many more years stretching ahead of us. With every word, it feels like her hold on my heart only gets stronger. It's been that way for so long, though, that I can't even really remember when she didn't have some hold on my heart. Our love had a strange beginning though. To think, that this all started with a simple fight . . .

The first time I ever laid eyes on my feisty miko, I was still pinned to the Goshinboku and Kagome was being chased by Mistress Centipede. I at first thought that she was Kikyo, but she soon corrected me on that count when she said, "Kikyo, Kikyo! Whoever she is, I'm not her! I'm Kagome! .ME." Even with her life in danger, she was as feisty as a trapped tiger. To this day, I don't know what it was about that fight that caused it, but I fell for her at the first syllable, as unbelievable as that sounds.

The second fight we had? Ho, that was a doozy. The way it ended probably went down in the history books as being the first and only time that a human beat an inu hanyo with the word 'Sit.' As much as that hurt my pride, though, Kagome's actions only went to making my newfound affections grow.

Time passed, and slowly more people joined our ragtag group. There was the perverted monk Miroku, the annoying kitsune Shippo, the neko yokai Kirara, and the sassy demon-slayer Sango. It soon became obvious, at least to me, that Sango and Miroku were falling for one another, but it wasn't all that obvious to me about my ever-growing feelings for one particular companion of mine. She was the one who could control me with a word, in more than one way. One word was all she needed to either send me soaring among the clouds or feeling lower than the scum of the earth. Where she got that kind of power was a question that plagued my mind on more than one occasion.

As the months went by, I started to notice that Kagome became dearer and dearer to me. I was afraid to let her return to her world for fear that she might never come back. If she was fighting in one of our battles, I was constantly afraid that I might not be able to protect her. She became the only one that I had ever fully trusted in my entire life besides my mother, but the love I felt for my mother couldn't even compete with the feelings I held for my Kagome.

Things changed as time passed. Slowly, I stopped picking so many fights with her. She stopped using that word on me so much. I no longer felt the need to run when she came near me, and eventually I began to accept the fact that I loved this mysterious miko from the future. When Kikyo died, it was Kagome who pulled me through it, and it was with her help that Naraku was defeated.

When Naraku died at last, I finally allowed my mended heart to dream of the day when I could tell her the real truth of how I felt, but just a second later, that dream came close to dying right there . . . when the Meido swallowed up the only girl I'd ever have given up becoming a full-demon for. Within moments, my heart was my only guide as I opened the Meido and followed after Kagome.

I didn't know how long I searched, but never once did I give up. Kagome meant, and still means, everything to me, and like hell was I going to take the easy way out! When that shimmering light appeared, I didn't hesitate to open that Meido with the Tessaiga and go through; I had never had reason to doubt the Tessaiga before, and that still held true now. All it took was an instant for that Meido to do its job, and then suddenly there she was.

She looked just as beautiful as the day that I met her. Sure, her black hair was a little more tangled and her uniform a little more mussed, but I still saw that self-same girl before me. There was one difference, though; instead of looking at me with fiery eyes that could burn through your soul, love and awe shone in her teary orbs. With my free arm, I pulled my Kagome into a hug that seemed to say all the things that we could never say to one another, and then when we leaned in and kissed . . . well, that said something that we would never need to say: we'd always be there for one another, no matter what the distance, no matter what the time.

After that wish was made on the jewel and Kagome went back to her own time, I tried to tell myself that it was for the best. She was safe in her own time, safer than she was here at least. However, that didn't stop me from worrying. What if she got hit by a truck and was killed? What if she died from some horrid disease before I could get back to her? What . . . what if I survived the 500 years that it would take to get to her time, only to find out that she had died just the day before I got there? My mind never stopped asking all of those 'what ifs' and if it weren't for my friends, I probably would have gone crazy within the first month.

Month after month passed, and for the rest of our group, time went on. They missed her, I can be sure, but they didn't feel as if the other half of their soul was missing because Kagome wasn't there. Sango and Miroku got married and started a family. Shippo left to start training to be a proper kitsune. Koga married Ayame. Naraku stayed dead. I, however, never moved on. I was never far from that well, just in case it should open up again. During all those years of separation, I never once even looked at another woman. Some would have called me a little heartless when I ignored all of the girls who flirted with me, but then, how could I have a heart when I was separated from it by over 500 years?

When the well reopened and Kagome's scent reached my nose for the first time in 3 years, I almost couldn't believe it. I ran as fast as I could for that well, and my heart finally started to beat again when her hand grasped mine. My other half was finally back again, and it took all of my will-power not to break down and cry with relief.

Since that day, I have never once let Kagome out of my sight willingly, and she has more than returned the favour. For any other couple, a three-year separation might have caused them to grow apart, but for us, it only succeeded in bringing us closer together. Whenever we had to part, if only for a few moments, it was clear that we would never stop worrying about the other until we were back together just from the way that we said good-bye.

You know, the proudest moment of my life was the day that Kagome agreed to be my wife. We were married within a week, and that night . . . well, let's just say that we found out that there was more to love than what first appears. That was not what made that night special for either of us, though. What really set that night apart was the bond that we formed, a blood bond that transformed Kagome into a hanyo and would allow her to live by my side until the day that I died.

Twenty-five years have passed since the day I met Kagome, and yet nothing has changed. Both of us still look as if we haven't aged a day, and yet our love might as well have just been created yesterday, because we are always learning new and wonderful things that surprise us and excite us. Maybe it's one of the weirdest loves out there, but in my eyes, there is nothing more special . . . than love at first fight.

Sighing contentedly, Inuyasha lay down his brush. Reaching under the table, he pulled out the scroll that Kagome had put there and placed it next to his own. Rolling the two up, he tied a red ribbon around his own and a blue one around Kagome's. Pulling out a cherry-wood box and removing the lid, Inuyasha placed the two scrolls in the box side by side and sealed it with a paper seal.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Inuyasha grinned and turned to look at his wife. Looking from Inuyasha to the now-sealed box, Kagome cocked an eyebrow at the hanyo she loved as dearly as her own life as she sat down next to him. Inuyasha just shook his head happily and wrapped his arms around Kagome's waist.

"I'm guessing you want to know what I wrote on my scroll, don't you?" he laughed. Kagome just smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Sorry, no can do. We had a deal, remember? We each write about the one thing that we find the most unusual about our past and we seal it in a box. When our wedding anniversary rolls around, that's when we unseal the box and read the other's scrolls," Inuyasha chided gently.

"Inuyasha," Kagome chided in return, "it's past midnight now. It is our wedding anniversary, you silly hanyo."

Inuyasha reddened at that. Was it really that time already? Shaking his head at his bad memory, he smiled at his wife and handed her the box. Removing the seal, Kagome eagerly removed the lid and reached inside to grab Inuyasha's scroll. Inuyasha grabbed the one that Kagome had written, and so the two sat there, side by side, as they read their partner's words.

Both finished reading at the same time, and both looked up from the scrolls to look into the other's eyes. Dropping her scroll to the ground, Kagome launched herself into Inuyasha's arms and hugged him tight, never wanting to let go. Inuyasha hugged her back, and Kagome whispered the three words in her hanyo's ear that never ceased to amaze him, "I love you."

Inuyasha whispered back a reply that came in the form of 'I love you, too,' and so the two sat there, perfectly content to languish in each other's arms and enjoy their newfound knowledge of the other's heart.

No one was to ever read those scrolls besides Inuyasha and Kagome. Inuyasha kept the two together in that box, and every year, on their wedding anniversary, they were reread and the two renewed their vow to never live a single day without the other.

Now, what surprised the two hanyos about the knowledge they had gained from those papers was not how long they'd loved each other, how they loved each other, or even the way they had stayed in lobe. No, what really made them surprised and even a little proud was that they'd fallen for each other at the same time, in the same place, and in the same way. If anyone ever told them that the only real love out there was the love-at-first-sight kind, both would disagree because of those scrolls. Both would tell you that there is another way to fall for someone: love at first sight.

Well, that's the last chapter, everyone. Hope you liked it. Had the toughest time trying to make Inuyasha's believable, though. Never tried before this to write something from his total pov before. Please review! I really want to know what people think of this fanfic. Please, not too many flames, though.

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