Lovely eyes
Inu-yasha sat in the hot spring silently looking up at the sky. Stars twinkled in up in the distant blanket of darkness. He sighed and sunk his head underwater. When he emerged, his hair was weighed down, making his silver dog-ears appear larger and more attentive. He shook his head furiously, sending droplets of water into the air. When he stopped, his hair stuck up in odd positions before slowly sinking back down to its original hairstyle. His ears twitched softly, trying to shove the water out of them. His eyes flickered back up to the sky and rested on the small sliver of the moon. The new moon would come soon and he would be vulnerable once again.
It was past the time to sleep, and yet, Inu-yasha was wide-awake. He often left in the dead of night to take his baths. It was custom for him. When the youkai predators were sleeping, it was the time to do the essentials. If he were to bathe in the middle of the day, he could easily be attacked. And he really wasn't the kind of person who liked to go into battle naked.
Even when his mother was alive, he bathed at night. He could remember the taunts and jeers of the villagers and the youkai of the court mocking him. Because of his hanyou blood and looks. He remembered their eyes, filled with hatred and distaste for the hanyou child.
He whimpered softly at the memory of all the people laughing at him when he left his room to bathe. It was then he discovered the pleasure of bathing alone at night. No one was around to hurt you.
He rarely left his room after that.
Inu-yasha growled and dipped his head under water. What on earth was he doing thinking of the thoughts of the past? But their eyes, their haunting eyes still plagued his mind.
The way they glared at him whenever he tripped over his kimono legs. Or the way they giggled at a private joke whenever he walked by. When he was a child, he didn't know why they did so. But now he knew all too well. All too painfully well.
He rose from the water, flipping his hair back he stared up at the sky.
But...
There was someone.
Someone who never looked at him with hatred or disgust. Someone who never looked at him with detestation. Someone who's eyes always shown with friendship and understanding. Rarely there was pity. But...
"Kagome..." he whispered out and smiled softly.
Kagome...and her lovely eyes.