25. Hanyou
He still could hear them as they walked away, talking about where he wanted to take her. He lifted his gentle eyes to look after the pair leaving the field of hers he was still in.
Her, a miko in training, fair of face and pure of heart, a kind and accepting friend, but also a strong-willed, playful woman. A human lady that could easily become a wife of a samurai or a lord.
Him, a hanyou, a man with wild white mane of hair and canine eats. Always grumpy, but honorable, a hardened warrior who somehow never trampled his herbs.
Ma always told him he couldn't hope for much, that it was better to be happy with what he had - and it was true. Hanyou couldn't afford to be pick.
And yet, as he looked at Inuyasha leaning towards Kagome, telling her about this spot where the sunset looked not half bad, Jinenji couldn't help, but think, that hanyou could dream. And, sometimes, their dreams would come true.
So, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more hopeful, more open, to sometimes leave the safety of his fields and go explore what a hanyou could find waiting for them.