Disclaimer: This is a fic about Inuyasha becoming human on every new moon
and returning slowly. He returns but wonders can he be this way always?

The light has came slowly taking hold
What is taking hold is nothing but old
The new moon has risen and he is rising
Black for white such an unheard of sight
Claws recede and he becomes we
As we are not devil nor human
A disgrace to all.
He neither wants to be a devil
Or human in disguise
What he wants.
No one holds.
Can he be as he is?
Half and Half have made his whole.
White has descended and black is present.
What has he become?
The others question.
They know the truth.
That this is what is unglued.
He knows his boundaries.
But he has fought anyways.
His speed replaced.
For a slower pace.
His face has changed.
Will he ever be the same?
They wonder in awe.
As he begins to fall.
There is nothing great.
About being changed.
He watches in content.
But wonders is this it?
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Could he want to be this way forever?
Or does he not want to change.
His black is white and his nails have come back.
As light hits his face he begins his devils grace.
Returning back to.
This devils face.
His fangs hang over his bottom lip curves.
He likes what he sees.
As the mirror of water ripples away.
But his heart gives him away.
For if he never changes.
He might loose his love.
And that is what he wants and needs.
Not power nor speed just his love.
Forever more...