I don't know why I let my feelings take over like I just did. I mentally slapped myself as I walked away from her.

"I called her koibito," I muttered to myself, pointing out the obvious obviousness of the situation. I blushed when I realized that I had called her that.

I groan out loud as I plop down onto the foot of a tree. I feel the heat rising in my face until it is almost unbearable, but I will not allow her to see me like this. I jump into the tree.

I stare off into space for what seems like hours-hours of wondering why I could do such a thing and not be sat for it.

I stare at my clawed hands. Claws. That's what they are-claws-weapons of destruction-my ears twitch. My ears-that of a dog's.

I am a monster.

In fact, when I first met her, I threatened to kill her-I wouldn't of course-I wasn't that cold hearted, I just wanted to scare her. But even then I understood what I had. I had Kagome.

I stare off into the distance again. I can't have Kagome. She's from a different time and she deserves so much better. Not a hanyou.

She deserves someone who won't disgust her. Won't disgust others.

I sighed, my ears drooping sadly. I love Kagome so much-but in order to protect her, I cant tell her, I can't allow history to repeat itself-Naraku had been aware of my relationship with Kikyo and look how that turned out.

No, I will not allow Kagome to be put in danger, never.

She will leave me eventually though. Deep down within my very soul I know she doesn't belong in this world-she has a life on the other side of the well, and I can't tear her away from that. She would return to her time when the shards were all collected, but now...now I will have to enjoy being with Kagome.

I can't have her. It wasn't meant to be if a thing so big as time would keep us apart.

We can't be together-it's for the best.

Kagome.

Such a beautiful name. I shake my head, don't think such things-you have to get these thoughts out of your head; in the end you can never have her!

Then why do I still dream about her? Still dream of holding her forever, kissing her, even, dare I say it…raising a family with her? I feel my insides melt at the idea. To have a family. I've never had a real family before-Sesshoumaru didn't count and both my parents died when I was little so-

I smile softly at the thought of having children running around. On second thought, I should hold of on the family idea, one me is bad enough.

I kick myself mentally…there wasn't going to be a family! Kagome will never be mine!

"And how come?" I jump and fall out of my tree, great, I was talking out loud to myself and someone heard. I looked up and saw Miroku, flashing one of his hentai grins.

I groan, great. Just perfect. Peachy keen even...

I stared at Miroku, who seemed unfazed. "How come?" he repeated.

"How come what?"

"Don't play dumb, Inu-yasha, why can't Kagome-Sama ever be yours?"

I crossed his arms and looked away, "Feh."

"Don't you dare 'feh' me, tell me why, Inu-yasha."

The monk was annoying the shit out of me, but I fought the urge to kill him, "She deserves someone better. Like Kouga or that homo guy." I felt like slapping myself when I said that. I'd hate to see her with Kouga…

Miroku sighed, "Yes I'm sure Kagome would be happy with a youkai who runs away at the signs of danger-instead of fighting to protect her. Or maybe she'd be happier with someone who bored her to sleep, instead of a peaceful sleep that allows her to sleep without fear?"

I cringed.

"Inu-yasha. That had better not be the only reason."

I sighed, "she'd disgusted by me."

"Really now Inu-yasha, you really are blind."

I'm not blind. I can tell that Kagome trusts me-I just don't want to believe it…it will only lead to heartache.

"She's...she's too perfect for someone like me."

"Like you? Inu-yasha, you protect her with your life," Miroku sighed and shook his head as if I was the biggest disgrace of the century.

Running out of ideas I blurted out the only thing I could think of, "what if history repeats itself?"

Miroku sighed and shook his head for the umpteenth time, "Inu-yasha, you and Kagome-Sama have a deeper trust than Kikyo-Sama and yourself did, I do not believe that history shall repeat itself."

I sighed. He was right.

"She's from a different time," I whispered.

Miroku stood up, "Really Inu-yasha, if time is going to stop you from being with Kagome-Sama than you really don't deserve her. Stop being an idiot!"

I watched him walk away, and I did something even I wasn't expecting, I grabbed his legs, "Her hair's too perfect!"

Miroku raised an eyebrow and tried to shake me off, I wonder briefly why I'm making a complete ass out of myself, "you're making excuses now."

"Her eyes are too beautiful to even keep eye contract with without getting lost in there endless pools," I whisper and release him, standing up and staring at the ground.

Miroku fought an urge to laugh, "Inu-yasha I was not aware you were a poet."

"Her ski's' too creamy. She's too nice, she's too beautiful!" I cried to the sky as I felt a whole new emotion take over. I didn't care who knew, I just wanted Kagome to love me back!

Miroku whapped me on the head, "You're giving me a headache, instead of telling me, why not tell her?"

I slap myself mentally, I forgot the damn monk was around. I had to stop doing that…

I growl at him and he shrugs and walks away.

I sigh and flop down, before I hear rustling in the bushes behind me and Kagome appears. A confused look in her blue orbs, I gulp.

Prepare for the thousand nights of sitting.

She walked to me cautiously and sat down. Had she heard my little outburst?

"Inu-yasha?"

"Hm."

She picked at a blade of grass and leans her head onto my shoulder, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being you."

"Kagome..." I whisper. Being me? Me? What did she mean? As in being the hanyou me? My heart leapt in my chest.

"Inu-yasha..." she smiled at me and stood up, walking away.

I knew the decision I had to make, she'd asked the unspoken question.

"Yes."

She paused in her footsteps and turned to look at me, her eyes filled with joy. I smiled again. "Yes."

"Yes," she whispered back as she ran back to me and flung herself into my arms.

Yes, it was an unspoken question-but I had my decision. I did love her, I would love her, and I always will love her.

So in reality-it was a suspenseful moment between us. But we both knew the answers.

Maybe my dreams were a reality? Could be a reality?

"Koibito," I hear myself whisper.

Maybe it wasn't an

Undecided decision.