A/N- I don't know what to say about this one. It's basically a reflection on Inuyasha's feelings for Kikyou and Kagome. You know, sometimes I hate this love triangle with a burning passion and sometimes I think it's ingenious. I guess it would have to depend on the hormones, wouldn't it?

Disclaimer- I continue to not own Inuyasha. I'll let you know if that ever changes.

~Coming and Going~

It seems she is always leaving.

When he dares to touch her, her skin is ice cold and marble smooth. The contact causes him to shudder and blush, his heart stumbling. It is forbidden and wrong yet he can't seem to find the strength to resist.

She smells of earth and clay and regret. It burns him because he knows the fault is his own. He wants to fix it, no, he needs to fix it. How else can he prove to himself that he deserved her in the first place?

She is perfect. Hauntingly beautiful, every movement she makes is full of grace and purpose. Every look controlled. She is a goddess and he her humble servant. There is no limit to what he would do for her, no end to his devotion. It is the only way he knows to honor one such as she, the only way he can love her.

It hurts him that everything was ruined before she ever had the chance to belong to him.

As she once again disappears from his sight he is left with nothing but anxiety and bitterness. He closes his eyes and is flooded with images of all that could have been.

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It seems she is always arriving.

She envelops him in her warmth as he wraps his arms around her in a bruising embrace. He counts her fluttering heartbeats and holds her tighter, unable to find the strength to let go.

Her scent is like coming home- soft and sweet and comforting. Without it the air feels empty, almost suffocating. He can't sleep without it, can't breath without it. Every time he detects her scent, drifting carelessly on the wind, it is like a fatal blow- healing wounds unseen by all but her vigilant eyes.

She isn't perfect. She is vivid and emotional and unapologetically flawed. She is his equal and he is hers. With her there is no right or wrong, no deserving or undeserving. There are mistakes and there is forgiveness- a luxury he treasures more than his own existence.

He belongs to her. It was never a question, never a choice. He is hers, and nothing- no jealousy or dark intentions- can change that fact.

As she runs towards him he is filled with a love and strength he has never known before. They are foreign and strange and scary, these feeling of his, and he clings to them like his last lifeline. She is his hope.

Opening his eyes, he is struck with wonder at all the things that could be.

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