(250 word)
I love him desperately, of that I am sure.
But this comes as no surprise, does it? I suppose I've loved him for a while. I love the others as well, of course. Sango-chan, Miroku-sama, Kirara, Shippou-chan...
But what I feel for Inuyasha cannot compare.
It's like a fire— slowly consuming me from the inside, stealing my oxygen so that I struggle for breath. And, like a fire usually does, it crept up on me slowly. Gradually. Starting from smoke and sparks and then escalating into a full-blown inferno.
And, funny as it may be, Inuyasha has no idea.
But I'm not laughing.
Inuyasha loves me too, I think. He loves me, Sango-chan, Miroku-sama and Shippou-chan... and Kirara, also. Deny it as he might, he cares for all of us. He hurts when we hurt, though he may not show it. And it's because he loves us.
But there are different kinds of love, you know. There's the dedicated love that keeps you loyal, the love that causes you to protect and care for others, the love that keeps you kind, the love that turns you bitter, the love that consumes, and the love that breaks your heart.
Mama told me once that you could never love two people in the same way, no matter how hard you tried.
And that breaks my heart.
Because Inuyasha loves Kikyou, too. In the same way that I wish he'd love me. And, as far as I know...
Mama has never been wrong.