Inuyasha stormed into his bedroom back at his apartment, muttering curses under his breath, hissing at the stinging pain that served as a very real reminder of why he needed to fucking stay away from Kagome Higurashi. His lip was still bleeding even after the walk from the hotel home. Damn woman, Inuyasha growled, the vile taste of copper still tainting his mouth. He grabbed a couple tissues then pressed them against his lip to stop the bleeding before dropping himself on his bed, desperately trying not to think about how much he just fucking felt for Kagome. Sure he was furious but more than anything it was his own heartache that dominated his anger. It wasn't supposed to be like this. How did it get so messed up? He wondered, pulling the tissue away from his mouth briefly to check if there was still fresh blood coming out.

A light knock pulled him out of his head. Inuyasha outwardly groaned at the intrusion on his much needed space and solitude. The last thing he wanted in the middle of the morning while his mind and heart were combining to form an unbearable cacophony was to talk to someone. Inuyasha stood slowly before opening the door. Miroku, unsurprisingly, was waiting on the other side, covered in Sango's scent. Fuck. How was it that Miroku always managed to be around after Inuyasha had been with Kagome?

Inuyasha begrudgingly let his longest friend in before reclaiming his seat on his bed, dabbing his lip once more before discarding the tissue entirely, refusing to look Miroku in the eye.

"So I guess Kagome wasn't lying," Miroku stated having seen the tissues pressed against his friend's face.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Inuyasha spat, turning to the side and glaring at nothing in particular.

"Kagome told me she bit you. I was hanging out in Sango's room."

"Damn bitch," Inuyasha muttered.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Miroku asked taking a few steps to stand in front of Inuyasha, arms crossed.

"No."

"You've been a little out of control since Kagome arrived." Miroku continued, trying to get him to open up or... at the very least look at him.

"I've been out of control?! That's ridiculous! She's the one sleeping with random people and biting me!" He snarled, baring his fangs ever-so-slightly and glaring up at the man.

"You've been more agitated than usual, Inuyasha. You and Kikyo have been fighting non-stop since she arrived and you literally ran out on her tonight." Explained Miroku, sapphire eyes searching gold for answers he knew Inuyasha didn't want to verbalize or face.

"That's because Kagome's the one that's out of control!" He hissed defensively, sounding more like a petulant child than a college graduate.

"How exactly did she bite your lip?" Miroku pressed, his voice even-handed and calm, a deadly yet knowing mix.

Inuyasha narrowed his gaze at him further, refusing to answer. Answering meant openly acknowledging that Miroku had a point and Inuyasha wasn't ready to admit that - not to his friend, and definitely not to himself.

"She kissed you, didn't she? And, you know what? I think you kissed her back. Then she bit you." Inuyasha averted Miroku's inquisitive and accusing eyes. Both men knew Miroku was right, it wasn't exactly a shot in the dark. Affirming Miroku's educated guess would only add insult to injury.

Inuyasha huffed, turning away from Miroku, his jaw clenching.

Miroku sighed heavily, a hand coming up to run through his dark hair, "you seem distracted."

Inuyasha was distracted. He was pissed. He was irritated. He was sad. He was fucking heartbroken. Is that what Miroku wanted to fucking hear?! Truth was, Inuyasha could still feel the warmth of Kagome's lips on his own. It was bothering him immensely how such a fleeting moment had so completely invaded his mind and taken over like a virus. He was at the mercy of his thoughts of her, of them, and it was a bitter, bitter pill to swallow.

Inuyasha wasn't prepared for the ramifications of admitting that he wasn't over Kagome. Dealing with that… He wasn't even sure what that would mean, but he knew it would mean that he and Kikyo were over. Could he really do that on their wedding weekend?

When it became obvious Inuyasha had no intention of talking about what had transpired between him and Kagome, Miroku walked toward the door. It was late, and they all had things to do in the morning. "For what it's worth, I know Kikyo means a lot to you, but she'll never love you the same way Kagome does."

"Kagome hates me, don't be stupid."

"Yeah, she hates you sooo much she kissed you. Such hatred." Miroku muttered sarcastically. He waved good night to his friend then walked over to his own room. "What a fucked up mess," Miroku mumbled to himself as he hid behind his door before walking over to his bed alone.

Inuyasha, though, lay awake. The night and the many mistakes he had made over the last twenty-four hours rolling around in his mind again and again. Pulling Kagome's bikini strings. Fighting with Kikyo. Calling Kagome a slut. Following Kagome's scent into the gardens after a few whiskeys. Then kissing her back and giving her that chance she needed to hurt him. He swallowed hard. Maybe Miroku was right and it wasn't just Kagome that was out of control, but him as well. Why kiss her? Why be around her at all? It could have all been so easily avoided. And yet, he came back. Again and again, like the masochist he was beginning to think he was.

It felt like too much to process. His emotions were overwhelming and were made worse when his phone dinged. Only one person would be texting him at that hour and it was, incidentally, not the person he so desperately wanted to speak to. He didn't need to check his phone. He could have easily let it go and ignored her like he had been ever since he stormed out of dinner, but he didn't have it in him to hurt her again. At least, not anymore that evening. Especially not whilst he was riddled with pain and longing.

Inuyasha slowly turned over and fished his phone out of the pockets of his jeans. Sure enough, Kikyo's name popped up on the screen. She was downstairs and wanted to be let into the building. Inuyasha rolled his eyes but got up to let her in all the same. It wasn't her fault he was a fucking mess of a person. It wasn't her fault he couldn't move on.

He waited at the front entrance of the apartment for her. Once he could make out her soft steps he opened the door. She smiled up at him sweetly, still wearing her outfit from earlier. He could smell the faintest hint of alcohol on her. Must have gone out with Yura or someone afterward. Kikyo stood on her tiptoes and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Inuyasha immediately recoiled, his bottom lip still swollen and in pain from Kagome.

"What's wrong?" She asked, placing a hand reassuringly on his chest, though her insecurity was evident in the high pitch tone of her voice. Kikyo's eyes were wide and searching, desperate for a palatable explanation.

"Played a drinking game with Miroku earlier and bit my lip. It's a little swollen." The lie tasted like acid in his mouth, but he was sure the truth would have tasted much worse.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she murmured. "Should we, uh, talk in your room?" Her voice was uncharacteristically small and meek. It broke his heart all over again to hear her so unsure of where she stood with him. Though she was probably right to feel unbalanced, he certainly did.

Inuyasha stepped to the side and let her lead the way. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. Inuyasha was a little confused by her visit. She didn't normally text him so late and she rarely showed up at his apartment at this hour unless it was something big.

"Yeah, I just missed you." She admitted, slowly turning to face him. Her dark eyes searched his, worry etched in every beautiful feature of her face. "You've felt so distant recently. Are-are you getting cold feet?"

"No," he answered, not sure if it was another lie or not.

"We've been fighting quite a bit," Kikyo commented, maintaining her gaze as she examined him in the dim light of his room.

The room was mostly dark, save for the window that was wide open providing a pristine view of the moon high in the evening sky. Inuyasha liked being able to see the moon. It usually comforted him on nights when he couldn't make sense of the world around him or the circumstances he'd created. Kikyo always hated having the blinds open at night.

Kagome never minded it though, he recalled. It was a dirty thought that exacerbated the guilt and shame already creeping through his chest as he stood in front of his fiance still thinking about where Kagome was and if she was okay... She'd been so... angry and looked so pained in the gardens. He'd hated it.

Inuyasha nodded, unsure of what she was looking for him to do or say. They had been fighting a lot. But wasn't that par for the course with them? Fight a bunch, kiss and make up, and pretend nothing unforgettable had been said or done?

"Why do you think we've been fighting so much?" She asked, stepping closer to him.

He shrugged, knowing what Kikyo likely wanted him to say but unwilling to provide that fodder. Instead, he offered her something mundane and noncommittal; safe. "Weddings are stressful." Again, not a totally honest answer, and Kikyo seemed to recognize it, but she didn't press the matter. They both knew that Kagome was the problem between them, whether or not he was honest enough to articulate it.

"Can I stay with you this evening?" She asked. Inuyasha nodded and Kikyo smiled, finally breaking her piercing gaze. She tenderly reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, careful not to aggravate his lip. "You should ice that in the morning."

What a sight that would be, he thought as he followed Kikyo into his bed. She cuddled up to him immediately. Normally he loved having her so close, but at that moment it felt suffocating. What he desperately needed and wanted was space and time to think. He would have given anything at that moment to jump into the highest tree and hide among the branches, no matter how ridiculous or silly it may have sounded to anyone else.

He needed an escape. But he was a dog on a leash; his mobility and freedom limited to the length of the rope around his neck. And it seemingly grew shorter with every passing day.

Kikyo appeared to be content next to him. He was grateful that she couldn't peer into his mind as it was rather quickly drifting away from her and toward a much less welcome target.

Inuyasha realized Kikyo's true intention in coming over when cuddling wasn't enough to satiate her. She quickly began to plant sweet kisses along his jawline whilst her hands traveled down along his chest and abdomen, pushing on the edge of his boxers. If she wasn't right there and fully able to view his facial expressions he would have aggressively rolled his eyes at her advances. It made him feel even more guilty that that was his reaction to her wanting to be intimate. Kikyo was beautiful, gorgeous in fact. She was kind and generous, and he knew he was lucky to have her, but right at that moment it just didn't feel like enough.

Kikyo and Inuyasha had been fighting a lot. Almost every time they were alone over the past several weeks had turned into a fight. It had merely taken on a new level of vitality when Kagome arrived in the city. Kikyo had been happy that Kagome conveniently hadn't attended the other wedding events. Kikyo had felt like they had a secret understanding, an understanding that blew up the moment Kagome set foot in the club the prior evening. What was worse was that Kikyo wasn't stupid. She quickly and easily noticed how often Inuyasha's gaze drifted back to Kagome. It had set her off in the club and his bet with Miroku certainly didn't make anything better between them. Then when he had defended Kagome at dinner? Fuck. The language she used in some of her text messages would have made a war general cringe. Plainly put, she had been pissed.

As Kikyo continued to plant tender kisses along his neck and jaw he decided to capitulate to her. It was the least he could do right? They were getting married. They thought they loved each other. Pushing her away would only cause more pain and suffering after an already exhausting evening. So, he kissed her back. He let her remove his clothes and he helped her out of hers. He let her touch him and he touched her. He let her find a solace in him that he wouldn't get from her, all while his mind traveled a million miles and several years in the past, thinking back to that day that Kagome had worn that goddam, fucking yellow dress for the first time.

Past.

Amber eyes skimmed her slowly as she approached and immediately fixated on the way the edges of the sundress rippled and swayed as she walked toward him. It was at least the fourth time that day he'd seen her, but it still caught him off guard. The dress was new, Inuyasha was sure of it. He'd never seen Kagome in it before, but it looked made for her. She nearly always looked amazing to him, but today it was like the sun itself had lent Kagome some of its light.

She had sauntered around in that dress all day, even playfully twirling in it on occasion when she visited him between classes and at lunch. There was something so… unassuming about the dress and the way her eyes sparkled when she danced around him in it. That silly yellow dress had quickly become one of his favorite things to see her in. Inuyasha hoped that he'd see more of it before the cold came.

Classmates ran around him eager to start their weekends, as Inuyasha leaned against the wall just outside the entrance to the school waiting for his slowpoke of a girlfriend. Kagome was walking leisurely towards him with her friends in toe. Most days her dawdling irked him, but on Fridays he found it significantly less bothersome. No need to rush home to start homework, instead Inuyasha could take his time and enjoy Kagome's company. Even if she moved like a turtle when chatting with her annoying, prattling friends.

Her warm chocolate eyes collided with his as she closed the distance between them, only breaking for a moment to wave bye to her friends. Inuyasha pushed off the wall and met her halfway, grinning down at her though teasingly rolling his eyes at her for making him wait. Any and all irritation quickly fell away when she slipped her hand into his while mirthfully drawing her bottom lip between her teeth to tease him.

She was always doing that. Using her feminine charm to suggestively poke at him. Miroku thought it was downright hilarious and Kagome certainly seemed to get a kick out of it. Inuyasha on the other hand wanted to be exasperated with her antics but could never stay upset with her.

"Gonna walk me home?" Kagome murmured, smirking when she saw his gaze drop to her lips.

"Do ya' even have to ask?" He scoffed, turning down the street in the direction of the shrine. Inuyasha walked her home every day, rain or shine, for the past several months. It was routine for him.

Kagome quickly fell in line with him, walking side by side down the street, ignoring the rest of the teenagers who passed by. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves.

He glanced down at her, noticing the way Kagome was fidgeting with her free hand and the stench of anxiety. "You okay?"

"Yes!" She answered immediately and gleefully. "Will you be staying for dinner?"

"Uh, I can if you want me to," he replied. It wasn't uncommon for him to eat with the Higurashis or stay with them into the evening. Most days Sota begged for him to hang out and Mrs. Higurashi made extra portions regardless. Kagome's grandfather was another matter, but the family for the most part had fully integrated him in. "Just gotta text my mom."

"Would you?" Kagome pressed, her heart racing.

"Yeah, give me a sec," he mumbled, releasing her hand to fish out his phone.

Kagome took the time to try and shake out her nerves. Get it together girl! Don't ruin this!

He watched her from the corner of his eyes, brows furrowing in suspicion before sending the text to his mother. Izayoi was almost certainly expecting it. His mother worked odd, long hours as a nurse and steadfastly approved of his time with the Higurashis. Inuyasha suspected it was because that meant he had parental supervision whereas when he hung out at Miroku's they were almost always left to their own devices. "Seriously, what is up with you?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you so anxious? Did Miroku pressure you to give him Ayumi's number again?"

"No! Just want to get home and out of this dress." She answered, blushing a little.

"Why? It's a nice dress." He asked dismissively, turning back to his phone and missing the pink of her cheeks.

"Oh just want to slip into something more comfortable," Kagome mumbled, more heat burning at her cheeks.

"Right…" he muttered, rolling his eyes, not believing her excuse in the slightest.

Kagome wove her fingers with his again and squeezed. He always knew when she was hiding something. It drove her mad and made her appreciate him all the more. At the moment, she considered herself lucky that he wasn't pressing the issue. When he noticed something was off, Inuyasha was normally like a dog with a bone. Thankfully, he seemed content with letting it slide, busy thinking about the weekend or fending off Sota. Though, her other hints seemed to be flying right over his head, which was proving to be frustrating. Keep it together, almost there. You got this!

They walked in comfortable silence, with Inuyasha occasionally checking his phone to read the messages from his mother and Miroku. Kagome enjoyed the lack of talking. Her nerves continued to rise the closer they got to the shrine and she was almost positive that her voice would start to crack or something else equally as embarrassing if had they engaged in real conversation. No, silence was better. For now.

Inuyasha began to notice more things were amiss as they walked across the grounds to the residence. Normally, Kagome's grandfather was outside sweeping or in the back organizing artifacts in the shed. As Kagome led him toward the house, Inuyasha couldn't so much as make out the guy's scent in the wind. Odd, he thought to himself.

More irregularities popped out when Kagome opened the door and placed her bag down. She almost always announced she was home followed by her younger brother running out and bombarding Inuyasha with requests to play video games or questions about his day. Instead, Kagome remained silent, removing her shoes, then padding down the hall to the living room.

This is a trap, Inuyasha thought to himself, standing in the doorway while his ears swiveled searching for evidence of any other life in the house. Instead, all he could make out was Kagome fiddling with something in the other room. Did she… did she murder her family?

"Hey, Kags?"

"Yeah?" She called.

"Uh, where's your family?" He asked, depositing his bag on the ground and cautiously following her down the hall. Definitely a trap, just not sure how…

"Oh, Sota has a soccer thing a few towns over. They're all gone for the weekend," Kagome responded cheerfully.

"I thought we were having dinner with them?" He continued, shoving his hands into his pockets as he came to stand at the threshold of the room she was in. Inuyasha scanned the room, noticing that the furniture had been pushed aside and that she was messing with a box next to the T.V.

"Nope! It's just us."

"Right, so, um, what are you doing exactly?" Inuyasha questioned, his head tilting to the side observing her back.

Kagome stood quickly, her cheeks still tinged pink and hands cradling a remote. "It's… our anniversary," she squeaked.

"No, it's not. That's next week…"

Yeah but my parents are gone this week, she thought to herself while wondering how he did so well in school when he clearly couldn't read between the goddam lines. "I know, but I thought… we could dance?"

"Dance?" He asked dryly.

Kagome nodded vigorously. Inuyasha never danced in public. He hated it. He'd refused to dance with her at homecoming, at the spring formal, even at Miroku's parties. Kagome's favorite place was in his arms and she intended on spending the entire weekend there. If Inuyasha wouldn't dance with her in public, she wanted to coax him into it in private. So, she swallowed her nerves and pressed the play button on the remote allowing the gentle melody of a music icon to perforate the room.

Inuyasha watched her closely, uncertain of what his next move should be. Kagome was worrying her lower lip in the same nervous way she had when he first held her hand after school and was blushing in the same shy way she had when he first kissed her. Her raven hair fell around her shoulders in tender waves, framing her soft face and big, sweet eyes as she stepped closer to him slowly, extending a shaky hand beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, a blush burning across his cheeks, stepping forward to meet her in the middle of the room.

He would follow her to hell and back if she asked. In comparison, dancing with Kagome in her living was a small price to pay to have her in his life. So, Inuyasha and his two left feet let her lead him this way and that. At the very least, Inuyasha told himself, he could enjoy the way Kagome smiled up at him with each step and how effervescent her laugh sounded every time he misstepped. With Kagome, his flaws and imperfections didn't matter. They never really did. She had always taken him as he was, flaws, left feet, and all.

The song tried to warn them that only fools rushed in, but with her yellow dress fluttering between them and the heavenly feel of her in his arms, Inuyasha knew he was a goner. Truth be told, Inuyasha knew he hadn't stood a chance from the moment she told him she liked his name. Everything else was just… too good to be true. Even then, holding her close, watching her move, and taking in her intoxicating scent, Inuyasha felt like he was living on borrowed time.

As one song ended another began. He chuckled. Of course, she'd made a fucking playlist. Of course, she'd fucking planned this.

Kagome reveled in the security and comfort of his embrace while they moved across the room. With him by her side, Kagome felt like nothing was out of reach. He was her favorite vice and best friend rolled together. Her nerves had temporarily subsided when Kagome saw Inuyasha follow her lead, but as each song ticked by they began to gradually build up again. Dancing with him was but one of her goals on her to-do list for that evening. Kagome had so much more she wanted to share with him.

She looked up at him through her long lashes, flushing when his honey eyes melded with hers. Kagome's heart skipped a beat drinking in the warmth from his gaze. She shouldn't have been as nervous as she was, she knew that. Kagome was almost certain he felt the same as her. Still, the doubt nagged at her, even as he continued to look down at her with nothing short of unabashed affection.

Kagome wanted to tell him.

She wanted to explain to him the way her heart ached every time he walked away, even for the briefest of moments. She wanted him to understand that pang of longing she felt every time she couldn't wrap herself in his warm embrace. Kagome wanted to see if the entire world fell away the same way for him as it did for her when they were together. She wanted to tell him what words so often failed to truly describe, that living without him wasn't really living at all.

But she was scared. What if they were moving too fast? What if she was building it all up in her head?

No, she tried to remind herself. He has to feel the same. It was in the way that he managed to find his patience and understanding when Kagome really needed it. It was in the way he always shared his ramen with her, and only her. It was in the way he had let her see him in ways she was sure no one else ever had. It was in the way he held her close after agreeing to dance with her despite having an open disdain for the activity. It was in everything they did. Every look, every action, everything he did.

There was so much that could be said between them, so much still to do and she wanted it all with him. Only him.

Inuyasha watched as Kagome opened her mouth but no words came out, her voice failing her. She chewed on her bottom lip as her cheeks turned pink in embarrassment and frustration. It has to be illegal for any one woman to be that adorable, he mused. Kagome opened her mouth to try again and Inuyasha couldn't help but grin and chuckle.

Her chocolate eyes narrowed at him, "what's so funny?"

He leaned forward, brushing his lips across hers with a feather-light touch, resting his forehead against hers, pausing a moment before he murmured, "I love you too".

"You're such a jerk," she teased, draping her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace then standing on her tiptoes capturing his lips. "But I do…. I love you."

"Uh-huh, if I'm such a jerk then why do you love me?" He replied, sliding his hands under her thighs and lifting her off the ground with no effort.

Kagome giggled when he hoisted her up. "Guess we're not dancing anymore."

"Nope," he smirked. "Is that why you did all this? You just wanted to dance?"

"Oh, there's more," Kagome replied before giving him a tender kiss. "I made dinner. Ramen."

"Ah, after my heart and soul, aren't ya?" He joked, as if there was any doubt she didn't already have them both cradled in the palm of her hand.

Kagome nodded vigorously. "Shall we?"

"In a minute," he whispered softly, walking toward the side of the room, taking her with him. Inuyasha pressed her against the wall, a hand gliding across that yellow dress and up to her soft cheek. Inuyasha leaned in, kissing her slowly and reveling in the way she pressed herself into him. Kagome was… everything. Everything he ever wanted, never thought he would experience, and a million times more. Inuyasha was sure he'd never let her go. It wasn't an option. He was hers, completely and totally, and evidently, she felt the same.

She made him feel… at peace. With Kagome around life didn't seem so bleak or turbulent. With her joy was attainable. His inner demons were quelled by her mere touch and his doubts blown away by her unwavering support. She was his shelter in the rain and he would do anything to make her even half as happy as she made him.

After several minutes, Kagome pulled away. She was flushed and breathless and ridiculously warm, aching for him to come back to her. His kiss always left her starving for more, electrifying every nerve ending with heated tingles. "We should, erm, we should probably eat."

"Probably," he murmured, kissing her again before releasing her legs so she could stand on her own.

Kagome grabbed his hand then began to enthusiastically lead him to the kitchen, but stopped in the middle of the hall. Her burning gaze slid up the hall, landing on the stairs. Truth be told, she didn't want food, not really. Kagome had a different craving at that moment… and the food wasn't going anywhere… it would still be in the kitchen waiting for them later, but her resolve might not be. So, Kagome marched right by the kitchen, heading straight for the stairs.

"Hey, um, Kagome?"

"Yes?" She answered without so much as looking back at the confused half-demon.

"I think ya passed the kitchen…" He replied, staring into the kitchen with bewilderment, almost tripping on the first stair as Kagome yanked him toward her room.

"Yup." Kagome would not be deterred. She'd planned the whole evening, and sure she'd been thinking this would followdinner but plans were made to be amended from time to time right? She wanted to do this before she lost her nerve or choked like she had earlier. She wasn't sure when or if they'd get this opportunity again.

Everything from the timing, the playlist, the meal, and the dress were all planned with a very specific purpose in mind. Kagome had thought that a red dress would have been too obvious, but yellow? Yellow was bright and fun, neutral even. It brought him in and seduced him in the most covert way. The dress clung to her best assets, flaring out slightly at her hips. It managed to show off her figure and highlight her legs that were long despite her lack of height. The yellow complimented her skin tone and made her glow in every lighting.

But, the main reasons Kagome had fallen in love with that yellow sundress? It was soft to the touch and easily removed. They'd get to the ramen later that evening and he'd swear it was the best thing he ever ate because it was. But nothing, nothing, would permeate his memory the way that dress had. That damn dress. He would always remember it. Even if it had come off shortly thereafter and would lay, pooled on the floor of her room with the rest of her clothes for the remainder of the evening.

That dress was the beginning of the end of his sanity. He couldn't downplay how he felt about her after that. He was gone. He was hers, in every way and he would never recover that part of himself that he gave her that night and many following. His heart and soul were hers, for the rest of time.

Present.

Even then, as Kikyo lay next to him satiated and sleeping soundly, he lay awake remembering that stupid fucking dress and how it had looked on Kagome then and every other time she had worn it. It killed him that she wore that dress after sleeping with Yura. Maybe it was stupid, irrational, and/or ridiculous that he would feel such vivid emotions over a senseless piece of clothing, but it had meant something to him. That night all those years ago still meant something to him. It was as if Kagome was shoving it all right back in his face, telling him that all that emotion and meaning he had and still felt behind that night - them and everything that they were - meant nothing to her. It was like she was telling him that she could easily walk away from him and never turn back even though her memories haunted him daily.

He didn't care that she slept with Yura. He only cared that she hadn't slept with him and that she had worn that dress right after as if to brag that her love wasn't his to bask in any longer. She was no longer his to dance with. She was no longer his to dine with. She was no longer his to love.

Miroku's words from earlier played in his head and he realized that nothing truer had ever been spoken: 'she'll never love you the same way Kagome does.' Inuyasha looked over at Kikyo and it dawned on him then that he had never felt half of what he had felt for Kagome for her. His love for and with Kikyo had a ceiling and…

He'd just hit it.