Disclaimer:. No. Non. Iie. Haud. Diultach. In any language, I don't own Inu.

AN: Alright, let's make this clear. I don't do request fics unless you ask politely. I don't enjoy being given commands such as "Now write . . . etc". Why am I writing a second installation to this story? Because I felt like it, not to please certain commanding reviewers. These thoughts take place simultaneously (at the same time) that the thoughts in the first version did.

It Was Always His Eyes

Memoir, Memories And Thoughts

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" I know that I'm not the first one You had love in your path Before me.

But when your lips Touched my lips it felt . . . Like I was kissing destiny"

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It was always his eyes.

Fierce, Strong, Angry, Hurt, Brave, Caring, but mostly. . . Kind. There are a lot of sides to Inuyasha, but his eyes always give him away. I know he has been hurt before, I can see the pang of loss in his eyes whenever Kikyou shows up. The amusement and concern even while he is beating teasingly on Shippou, and the toying anger that comes after I sit him for beating up Shippou. I saw the pride in his eyes when we finished off Naraku. The shimmering tears as I prepared to leave him for my time. And the love, when he proposed to me, just before I was about to leave. . . he's writing in his journal again, I do wonder what he does with that thing.

"Inuyasha, what are you writing in that journal of yours?"

"Nothing Kagome. Where is that grand-daughter of mine?"

"Right here grandpa!!!!!"

I just noticed. . . Little Kikyou's eyes are so open with her emotions, just like her Grandfather's.

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"Angel Eyes. . . With your angel eyes. . . Will you always be there to hold me?

Ooh Ooh

Angel Eyes I am satisfied I don't want to hear your story

Cause I can see the things I really want to see. . .

I am in love"

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It was always his eyes.

I was a weak little human. I'd been reminded of that so many times, heh, mostly by Jaken. I remember the rush of fear that came to me as I ran towards where we had last met. I've often asked myself why, I could have run anywhere else, but instead I chose to go to him. My first smile had been when he had shown concern for me. My first laugh when he had mentioned that my food was inferior to him. He made me feel safe. He made me feel loved. So I ran to him, and it all went black. I remember looking up then, seeing those golden orbs of his, full of love and care and concern. It's no wonder I agreed to marry him, of course, it wouldn't hurt if he would stop writing in that journal of his, it makes me worry sometimes. Ah well, I'd better ask him . . .

"Sesshoumaru-sama? What are you writing about?"

"Nothing Rin. You know, we are married why do you still use the -sama?"

"Force of habit love, force of habit."

"What is it that you wanted, Rin?"

"Could you mow the lawn?"

Those eyes are so hard to resist, and I laugh as he growls playfully, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

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"Finally then what I'm feeling I'd give everything up just for you Love is devoted to those who see That the last dance you dance with the truth

Angel Eyes, With your angel eyes Will you always be there to hold me?

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It was always his eyes.

I watch from above, silent, quiet, crying. His eyes which first enchanted me towards the idea of being his bride. I remember the happy look in his eyes as he first groped me. The "it was worth it" look in them after I slapped him to the ground. I remember how he bowed his head and renounced his monk hood (I know it's not a word). And soon after asked me to wed him. I watched as tears fell from his eyes as I lay on my deathbed, a husk of the young woman I once was. And now I watch as those same eyes look in my direction, and show the laughing youth that has never faded from them.

"FATHER? FATHER!"

"He's gone back to mother now . . . "

"Father. . . "

Miroku . . . I've missed you so much.

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Angel Eyes, I am satisfied I don't want to hear your story

'Cause I can see the things I really want to see

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It was always his eyes.

Maybe it was because they were the first to look at me with lust. Maybe it was the seemingly undying admiration and gratitude that emanated from them as I tended to his burned flesh. Either way, and as much as I hated to admit it, I had fallen in love with his eyes, and his eyes only. Being a miko, I knew my purity should never, could never, would never be lost. But the way his eyes roamed me made me feel . . . like a woman. And it was something I clung to desperately. Even now, as I am just a pot of play and a leaf and a piece of my old soul, I walk towards him, if only to catch a glimpse of the lust in his eyes.

"Welcome to Naraku's castle, please follow me."

"Very well."

I want to see those eyes that lust once again.

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"Angel Eyes . . .

Just want you there to hold me

Mmm, Mmm, Mmm

Angel Eyes, With your angel eyes Will you always be there to hold me?

Angel Eyes, I am satisfied I don't want to hear your story

'Cause I can see the things I really want to see

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It Was Always His Eyes. . .

Four gentle spirits, try to comfort the sobbing men that stand beside their graves, as they wait to be reunited.

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I am in love. . . .

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AN: That turned out a little more angsty then expected. But I'm tired and poor and all that good stuff. Review.