Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, not the Hanyou, Anime series, or Magna. I do not own any of the other characters involved with the series Inuyasha, and all credit and profits belong to Rumiko Takahashi, thus I make no money from this piece of writing.

Summary: Koga steals a kiss... from Kagome! Inuyasha is furious, but can he swallow his pride and admit why he's so angry? Can Kagome look past his anger and see what he and she are both really feeling? Read to find out

WARNING: Ok, reality time. The characters of the magna, especially Inuyasha, curse. I have read this first hand and also have seen it, well heard it rather, in the anime episodes that are in original Japanese. This means that I will be cursing in my writing- only occasionally because I do think it can cause good literature to appear trashy, but nevertheless I will be cursing. If I feel the character I'm writing would add in a fuck or a shit or a bitch! I will write it in their lines.

Also I understand most of us have only seen the cartoon friendly version of Inuyasha, curse free, on adult swim. As I've already explained though that isn't the case here so please do not message me or review me saying don't curse, or they don't curse in the animation- yes they do- and please don't ask me to change my writing to make you feel more comfortable- I'm from New Jersey cursing isn't something I'll even acknowledge you asking me to refrain- it is as completely natural as breathing. K, that's it thanks.

Kagome laid restlessly on her bed wishing the answers would magically fall into her head. She had come to the conclusion that she was in love with Inuyasha long ago, she wished she could be with him like lovers were.

Immediately she blushed at the thought and looked at her alarm clock. It was almost dusk, the sun was setting, and she'd been up in her room for hours just trying to think of some sort of solution. She, of course, didn't love Koga, but she did appreciate someone making a little effort. She knew Inuyasha cared and all and it did mean a lot, but couldn't he show it? She mentally scolded herself, it wasn't fair to say he never showed it, he did rescue her all the time. In truth though, Kagome knew better than anyone that Inuyasha's heart was not nearly as black as he'd like people to believe. He would risk his life to save any innocent in harms way, and even though their bond was special, his honorable intentions significantly lessened the fact that he rescued her.

Not that she wanted him to stop! She loved her little body guard and nothing made her feel more special then the wind playing in her hair as she felt his arms around her, as he dashed her out of harms way. Still… she wished that when she was looking in the deeper corners of her heart, racking her memory for something that proved Inuyasha cared, she didn't always come back to the same conclusion, at least he saved you from that last demon.

Kagome set her alarm clock, she'd spent more than enough time thinking today, her own thoughts were beginning to sicken her because they had already started boring her hours ago. She would just have to take a nap and that would be that.

Across time and through even more ancient heart ache than Kagome could predict Inuyasha was sitting outside, where Kagome's bedroom window would, eventually be, in 500 years time. Where her home would eventually be erected in the future, and while sitting there he wished with his whole heart that he could see her right now. He knew he wasn't ready to talk to her yet, or go face to face but he'd love to just look at her. She calmed him, like a stress device her scent, the sight of her, especially her smile and the way her eyes spoke when she looked at him. Inuyasha had learned a lot from just smelling and watching. A person's face often betrayed their mood almost as surely as scent. They could pretend not to be afraid, but the smell of fear would drift off of them, and the involuntary flinch of disgust, which was also often associated with fear, would creep into the center of their eyes. It was the same with love, madness, danger, and even death. All these things were obvious, painfully so, for a dog demon. The only one person Inuyasha regarded as truly unreadable was his brother Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru didn't even blink, he was unchanging and immobile.

Inuyasha gave his head a good shake to get his thoughts away from those of his very unwelcome half brother, he had enough problems right in front of him without reaching out for new ones.

GOD! If he could just kill Koga!! Kagome would be much safer, in his opinion, and the world would make sense again if he could only slay that mangy wolf piece of shit! Inuyasha worked himself up into quite a fit while sitting in the tree, clenching his fist and flexing his claws, opening and closing, closing and opening his fist over and over again, all the time wishing that wolf's jugular was beneath his tight grip- sputtering, dying. Did he mention he hated Koga?

He was immersed so thoroughly in his thoughts that he almost scared himself when he growled, fiercely, out loud. It especially pissed him off that the reason, the absolute only reason, that the fucking wolf was still alive, was because of Kagome? Because she had asked Inuyasha nicely to keep Koga alive? No! Because Inuyasha would never have conceded and would have killed Koga despite her pleas of mercy AND he would have gladly taken his sits for it, because when he got up the wolf would have been dead!

No, Koga was alive because every time Kagome was being felt up by that furry fuck Inuyasha was sat before he ever got a chance to kill him!

He ripped with fury at his beads, just one good tug of pent up frustration. Straining against the invisible barrier that forever kept them locked around his neck. His intense tug suddenly turned into a soft caress around the wooden necklace, and a very wry uncharacteristic smile crossed his face. He hated the beads, he hated their purpose, he hated that she used them against him… but he loved her, and he loved that they were hers. Did that even make sense? He was fucking loosing it.

He didn't only want Kagome protected from Koga, though that was a large part of it. He wanted Kagome for himself! She was his, Koga could go fuck his own hand for all Inuyasha cared, but he couldn't have Kagome. She was his and it was simple in his opinion.

Why couldn't Kagome see she belonged with him and not with anyone else? Inuyasha had been sure at one point that Kagome knew this in her heart, she had told him she had a desire to be with him, Inuyasha. When he first heard he really did think he was dreaming. He had not been worthy of Kikyou's love and indeed such a gift for one so unworthy had resulted in the fair Kikyou's demise. Kagome loved him though, had this desire to be with him, and even though Inuyasha would never be sure whether he was in love with Kagome, he did know he loved her deeply and he wouldn't share her with anyone, least of all Koga. It was bad enough her affections were squandered on Shippo, but over time Inuyasha had begun to see Shippo as theirs…

He was a little brother of sorts, but he was both theirs little brother… no that wasn't right… Kagome was more like Shippo's mother. If Shippo's figurative mother was Kagome, and Shippo was also Inuyasha's little brother that would make Kagome, figuratively speaking, his moth-

"YUCK!"

No one was around but Inuyasha made the noise all the same and shook his head and spit for good measure. That was a very unnecessary image. Kagome was his friend, Shippo was close like family too but no label was needed right now and Inuyasha didn't want any more unpleasant mental images. After all, he may not have been in love with Kagome, but he did love her, and he sure as hell spent a lot of time with her. He may have been half demon, but he was still half male, and still male period. He could still look at Kagome. At night he could hear her heart beat, when she'd dream and her breathing would quicken, when her scent would change and her sweat would come and her heart would quicken and Inuyasha would think she was going to have a heart attack. He could hear all that, he had felt it once before for the priestess Kikyou. On those nights he would flee to the trees. Up there, over the fire, with the smell of burning wood, it was easier to ignore Kagome's smell.

Easier to ignore the guilt for liking the way she smelled, in a way no friend would like another. It was one thing to compliment a friend on this or that, but when he would smell her, when she was like that, Inuyasha wanted to hold her. He never had any improper thoughts about Kagome. He never wanted to do anything he deemed unappropriate, and he never had thoughts of laying with her the way Miroku did about bedding Sango. He honestly thought people like that, Monk included, were almost sick in nature- but Miroku had informed him that he was pretty uptight even as far as half demons went.

He did have bad thoughts though about her. He had thoughts of holding Kagome close, of nuzzling her neck, of tightening his arm around her waist. He would especially have enjoyed holding her and falling asleep. He would never tell anyone, but on nights when he was restless, he would jump down to be near her. Immediately her scent would work its charm, as it always did, and he'd listen to her heart. That was when she was just sleeping, not dreaming or wanting, or wishing for things she could never have. That was simply his Kagome asleep, and he would hear her heart. A steady rhythm, a small drum pounding out a little solo of hope for him. When she slept it became soothing and he would hop down to hear the rhythm and sleep cross legged dozing off to that noise alone. His darkest secret… when he was with Kikyou… all those times in the woods, hugging her holding her… the silence would drive him mad, knowing that he was the reason her heart didn't, couldn't beat anymore… he'd imagine the steady beat of Kagome's heart inside of Kikyou's body. If only for a moment just to remember, that she had lived once, and just to forget that she was so pitifully dead now. It was bitter indulgence he allowed himself.

"FUCK!"

A lazy clawed fist swung down and hit the bark Inuyasha was resting his back against. He didn't want to think about this shit anymore! He wanted simple things, he wanted sunny days when the smell of clay and grave yard soil didn't assault his nose, he wanted him and Kagome under the stars holding each other, he wanted Naraku dead and the jewel nestled safety between he and Kagome's body, protected from evil and purified permanently- forever. He could never lay with Kagome the way he wished too… she would take it the wrong way, think they had a chance. In truth they did not… there was no place for him in her world and technically speaking she did not exist yet in his. A sea of time separated them, along with the minor fact of his undead long lost love, and this was without factoring in the fact that she was a miko and he was a demon. She loved him despite it…

Inuyasha breathed out a long shaky sigh, he lay his head against the rough bark of the tree letting his long silvery bangs shadow his eyes from the faded sunlight above. Exhaling normally now, warm air filtered past his mouth and ruffled the hair covering his face, as he breathed words left his mouth.

"God I want to kill that fucking wolf."