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Raine an Frodo: You!! You reviewed every chapter, that's so sweet. Thank- you.
Priestessmykala: Yes, I do. Eh! I don't like Kikyo, although, I do sort of regret portraying her the way I have. **dodges random things thrown by Kikyo-haters** Uh, but I have. So I can't turn back time. I will use her later, and maybe chance her. Dunno. I know I changed Inuyasha as well, but I started it before I got to watch, so I didn't wanna dramatically change his character. But I will, slowly, but surely.
Sakura onto Hitomi: Aw, I hope I didn't make you really cry either. That was not my intent. Bad Roonz. **orders more tissues**
Mystical-Maiden: Bah, bad Roonz indeed. Hope this one is a bit less depressing and sad. There will be fluff in later chapters though, I assure you of that.
Kibethan: Which is why I updated. **winks** Enjoy.
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fanfictiongeek36: Yeah man, evil dudes have got to go! Aww, yes, Kagome did. But that's all part of the story. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. ~_~ You're welcome. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
LadyYome: Eek! Years?! Gomen! **tries to type faster, then pauses** Kag/Sess? Haha, I've only read one fic that was remotely similar to that. But this is going to be Kag/Inu! **nods**
darkwitch5: That's five people I've made cry! **runs to her bed** I'M A MONSTER!
chibi neko-chan: AU Means Alternate Universe, so it's not written in the same settings as the actual show.
Alejandra: Ahh, stop..you're making me blush! ^_^ It will end well, and you're welcome. ^_~
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A*N* Don't feel good. Dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway...I have an idea for another fic, but I don't want to start it before I finish this because I don't think I'm ready to juggle more than one fics. I'm going to try and warp this one up soon, but right now I'm just letting it go in the way it wants. What does that mean? Basically I'm writing whatever pops in my head, letting the story just piece itself together. That might be bad, but ah well. I just want to get it finished. Sorry if that upsets anyone, although I doubt it will. There will still be some fluffy moments, because I love writing those.
Also, as a result, the rest of the chapters that I write will most likely be longer than usual, since I'm trying to get more done and more things to happen. Once again, don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, I guess it's up to you readers to decide. Well, enjoy.
If possible. **gulp**
Disclaimer: Yeah, I sort of forgot to add these in, um...I don't own Inuyasha! Despite what those voices in my head try to tell me...
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Inuyasha stood in the same spot for what seemed like hours. His eyes didn't wander away from the dark ground, and his senses weren't acute to the harsh wind playing with his body. His bangs looked dark and blurry in his vision, swaying slowly before him, almost comforting his face in a gentle and calm way.
It was just like the way Miramu had done, comforted him with her gentle looks, and spoke, using her calm, un-wavering voice. He missed her now. She was the second mother that he had lost, the second woman who had chosen death over life with him. The thought almost made him cringe inwardly.
His arms lay loosely at his sides, and he ignored the way they jabbed him in the side of his legs as the wind guided them in that direction. Inuyasha's breathing was soft, his mouth remained closed, and although he required himself to part it barely in order to draw in deep breaths, it was all done unconsciously.
His body gave another attempt to warm his body, as a wave suddenly rushed through him, from his shoulders, down into his torso until it dissipated against the cold surroundings. He felt his heart droop down lower and his mind began to pick up on other thoughts as a familiar pain picked at him slowly.
It was unraveling him slowly, ripping off any blanket of happiness that had been placed on top of him in his past life. He knew this feeling well, it was all the pain trying to seep through, but he wouldn't let it...he couldn't. His eyes pressed together tightly, feeling warm tears spill down his frozen and numb cheeks.
Was he crying?
No, his throat didn't tighten the way it usually did, and big boys didn't cry.
Scratch that.
Inuyasha didn't cry, and yes, he was in a class all by himself. He was just that damn good. (Why did I just quote HHH? **feels dirty**)
It was the wind that whipped the vapor to stream out of his eyes, and suddenly converted them into cold tears. They caused him to shiver slightly. He lifted his hand up rather quickly, and brushed it against his rough skin, clearing his face free of any tears. It sent a new sense of pain through him, and he almost scowled at it. Almost...
Inuyasha's eyes opened again, the vision before him blurry. He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before being able to see everything clearly in front of him. The empty road, vacant of any other being besides him. He was left alone, again. And he had just let that happen.
Kagome's words had hurt him; he didn't even try to block that thought out. He didn't lie to himself and pretend like it didn't affect him as much as it did, but he wasn't about to let that get in his way. No, he had to do something. She would love him again, they would be together, and he wouldn't let anything stop that. Not even her stubborn attitude.
Despite how harsh and even forced that sounded; he knew that she did have feelings for him, even if they weren't as strong as his were for her. One thought did warm his heart though, and that was the fact that she did love him at one time, she had chosen him over Ryu, the man she thought she liked.
That alone gave him a good feeling, knowing that he wouldn't give up on her, no matter how hard he had to try to win her back. She was worth all of that, and so much more. Even IF she was being a little...he struggled for a word, uh...hostile about it. Yeah, that worked.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, causing his stiff movements to break out of the consistency of depression and flounder in a light of hope. Ok, so maybe that sounded a little corny, but that was how he felt. And if that made him seem corny, well then, he would just a proud corn...er?
Err, did that make sense?
A sudden current of excitement washed over him, "Yeah! I'm corny!" He shouted out to no one in particular.
He quickly looked around and surveyed his surroundings before sweat- dropping, it was a good thing no one was here to hear that.
He sighed with relief and began to walk in the direction of the house that stood steadily behind him. He half-wished that it would just disappear, like Kimaru, Mikaru, and Mimaru had, just like in the movies. You know, when there's just that sudden flash of light, and then once you get over it, everything around you is gone?
Yeah, like THAT was going to happen! This was real life!
He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, although his life seemed far from the way life was supposed to be. Inuyasha lightly mulled over everything that had happened, and weighed it against 'normal' teenagers' lives.
"That sure put things in perspective." He muttered darkly, scoffing to himself before turning back around.
There was no way he was going to spend one more night in that house, he had successfully escaped from it, and although there didn't seem to be any threat hanging around it, he couldn't help but stop that tingle of uneasiness race up and down his spine.
He would find another place to stay for the night. Kagome's place, maybe? He grinned frivolously, as he contemplated this over. Oh how she would LOVE his company right about now. The sarcasm dripped from that statement even in his own mind, as he softly stepped away from the big house that shadowed behind him.
Unexpectedly, his body broke out into a run, as he dashed into the direction of Kagome's house and even further from his own. Throwing in a few random leaps into the mixture, he decided that this would be that much faster.
Maybe she didn't want his company, but that wouldn't stop him from checking up on her, would it now?
His light smirk seemed to echo into the night sky.
Not a chance.
**
Kagome's body continued to shake as she sat on her bed and stared at the empty wall that stood in place directly in her view. The dull colour emitted a monotone at her, and she lightly mused over how that could be possible. Her gaze sharpened into a glare at the flat surface, as if trying to accomplish something.
She didn't exactly know what.
Her eyes soon grew tired, and she allowed her gaze to relax back into a normal position, or perhaps her former position, staring lifelessly at it. Kagome's arms were wrapped tightly around her legs as she drew them in closer, a shudder passing through her body. Her hands were linked together and held her pose in place.
She slowly sank her head into her knees; watching strands of hair through the corner of her eyes as they descended lower, pathetically tackling her pants. She took in a deep breath, and realized that she reeked of Inuyasha's scent. Closing her eyes shut firmly, Kagome breathed it in again, letting a smile touch her lips loosely.
Her top tooth took a hold of her lower lip and bit down carelessly, she didn't have any reason to smile. He was a thing of the past, she didn't love him anymore. Doubt clouded her mind as something seemed to prickle her heart after she had told herself once again how she felt about Inuyasha. If it were true, why did she hurt so much?
'Because he hurt you, duh.' That was one way to look at it.
'Because you still love him.' Was another.
'Because you've been sitting in the same position for a very long time.' Came the third.
She gave into the simplest one, and changed positions. Kagome quickly lay down on her stomach and propped her elbows into her soft bed, while her hands supported her cheeks in the air. She could see the flesh behind pummeled up into her vision as her tight fists propelled into them and rose them higher, making her face look very strange.
However, due to the lack of another presence in her room, it was ok. Kagome began to wave her legs up and down into her mattress, then again in the air, back to the mattress, in the air, and so on. It seemed to be a force of habit, as her mind began to drift away into a different set of thoughts, but her legs continued to move mechanically.
Since the third option was struck away, she began to ponder the other two. Either it was just that he hurt her, or that she was still in fact, in love with the guy. But the question was, which one was it?
She had told him that she didn't love him, and his reaction to that had killed her. His immortal confidence had been snatched away from him harshly, as if Kagome had knocked all the wind out of him, but she didn't do that, she didn't have to physically abuse him to get that reaction from him. It was much easier than that.
All it took, to bring down the mighty Inuyasha were four simple words. She would never be able to erase his expression from her mind after she had spoken those words. He seemed so far aloof from her and despite the fact that all it would take to reach him would be to outstretch her hand; he made it look like she couldn't even do that.
**Flashback
"No, I loved you."
Inuyasha's eyes didn't even rest on her anymore, they stared past her, and it looked like he was lost, although he knew exactly where he was. She almost saw a little boy in his eyes, one that held a tight grip on her hand, but when she had spoken those words, it was like she slapped his hands away, and he was drowning in an unknown place, scared and completely alone.
This brought on another surge of pain to pass through her body, she couldn't take staring at him any longer without doing something, and so she did the only thing that she could think of. She apologized.
"I'm sorry...Inuyasha."
Her voice sounded hoarse, she felt that it would always remain that way. When she pulled out of his grasp, it surprised her that his grip loosened and allowed her to be set free.
She had stepped back to see what he would do, but he didn't make any movements, and that had brought on many fears, and doubts in her mind about a few things.
The tears had started when he didn't do anything to reassure her; she thought that would get through to him. But when she waited for him to assure her that it had, he continued to stare at her, lifelessly, that same look that he had stirred for what seemed like ages.
She felt so rejected, and that hurt her more because she couldn't imagine what HE felt like, so she did the next thing that jumped into her mind.
She ran away from him.
Despite his lack of movements, she had half expected him to chase after her, but as her footsteps clouded his ears, he didn't even make any movements at all. That struck her like lightning, and she cried more as she ran. When her feet began to hurt, and her legs felt like they were on fire, she just kept running.
Kagome expected it to start raining any moment now, or maybe she had been watching too many chick-flicks...? There was always a harsh onslaught of rain awaiting the characters in movies, or even soaps at this time. But the sky just remained dark, there were a few random clouds here and there, and the moon formed a crescent as it normally did every now and then.
It hurt her to breathe, and she knew that Inuyasha wouldn't follow her; no one seemed to be around at that time, but that sent her running even faster and harder than before. She just kept telling herself, that if she did stop, she'd have to face his lost expressions again, she'd have to fight with him again about the fact that she didn't love him.
Even though she wouldn't admit it to him, she was half-afraid that he would convince her that she did...
That forced a whole new fear within her, and she whimpered to herself almost stumbling against the ground, but she composed herself and continued to run, faster than she had ever ran before.
It hurt to run, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to cry, and for Kagome and that moment, it even hurt to live.
She winced secretly to herself, and it forced even more tears to break free out of her dark eyes. If this is what love was about, well then...she didn't want any part of it.
**
Kagome almost gaped at the fact that she still wasn't crying now, but when she rushed her hand up to her eyes, they still felt damp, and she decided that she just couldn't force herself to cry anymore, she had done enough of that for at least one night.
She wasn't sure if she still felt that way about love, yes, the pain she felt was still fresh, and hurt her freely, but there was still someone else in her life that she could...love. Ryu.
Now why did that thought seem so forced...?
Kagome sighed defeated, and let her hands fall to the soft sheets resting on her mattress, before turning her body around and staring at the interesting world of ceilings. They were quite interesting, actually. Or at least, Kagome's was. It wasn't flat and smooth; it was very textured and rough. She remembered racing her hand across it and even hurting herself at how sharp the patterns were.
She blinked, were they patterns?
It was then that Kagome realized, that she thought too much.
**
Inuyasha leapt up to the tree branch that belonged to the tree that stood outside Kagome's window. She had left it open slightly, and he smirked because that was all he needed to hear her. He smiled fondly at her, as she was lying on her bed and seemed to not have a care in the world.
However, Kagome was a figure of transparency to his well-trained eyes, he knew her better than anyone, even herself. She was very troubled, for many reasons. And he knew that one of them was the thought of whether or not she loved him.
Before he let that thought get to him, he shook his head slowly, going back to watch her, at least she was safe. She would love him again, because they belonged together. And, if they didn't, then he convinced himself that he at least belonged with her, because he needed her.
Besides, he had told her that he'd be there with her whether she wanted him to be or not!
Inuyasha sighed, and suddenly felt all he was worth. He felt like a lonely little puppy, not having anyone else in the world to be loved by than the only woman that he loved, and still had. No one could make him happy besides her now, and a smile tugged at his lips before her lips parted and she began to talk. His ears perked up and he listened to her with his full attention...
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Yes, she did think too much. But what the hell! She was a girl, and girls were confusing. Nodding and agreeing with that fact, she turned her head and to her mirror. Kagome traced her hair down the side of her bed, just before it hit the ground. She turned her body slightly, and watched as the figure in the mirror did the exact same thing.
Totally unaware of the being that sat outside, she began to talk, about everything that raced on a track in her mind, every single little thought.
"Reflections in a mirror only copy what they see." She began, and pursed her lips together before continuing, "Imagine what it's like for them to watch us dictate their every move. No sign of escape, nothing beyond the corners of the binding glass. One wrong move and we begin to wonder why. Can they capture us one day too?"
Here, she stood up and in front of her mirror tracing it with her finger, "Maybe far across everything we see is something never meant to be shown. Wonders never cease to our overpowering eyes. Senses no doubt, play important roles in lives that strive to access anymore information. Everything merely a stepping stone in our real reality, falsehood can't be stopped if we continue to search for the truth."
She paused here, and as Inuyasha watched from the window, she seemed to be affected by her own words. He didn't quite understand what she was getting at here, but he continued to listen and watch her back. Although he couldn't help but think, 'The truth is that you love me!'
Psch, he wished...
"They can't be hiding too far, if we've already uncovered mysteries that continued to haunt those before us. When will this path end? Where is the line that draws us towards the stop signs that persist us in this madness? We can't perfect what we see today; merely tamper with what we blindly see. Never questioning the lines between, possibly because we can't see."
Inuyasha blinked here, and his mind seemed to be traveling at a very high speed with every word she spoke. But, what did it mean? He wasn't sure she knew herself, because she began walking around her room, and was currently standing before her radio, stroking it carefully.
"No one can hear silence from the deafening sounds of heartbeats that refuse to beat. So why do we attempt to feel the hearts deepest emotion?" She asked, and he almost reached in to answer, but quickly stopped himself as she began to question different matters further.
"Do we allow others to give birth to the feelings deep within us? Are we too weak to hold up our shields? What would be the right answer if such a thing was asked?"
Wow, and here he thought girls were just confusing. They were down-right crazy!
"Trivial, seemingly a word that would spark confusion," Oh she sparked confusing alright, "nothing could make sense if we were all trivial. However, who's to say that we aren't all trivial, consuming everything around us would be insane if we did not all do it. Common trends bind us in this normal world. A daring soul reaching out to be different would be pushed off their rope into humiliation and embarrassment."
Was she referring to him? He was different; did she feel humiliated and embarrassed with him? He frowned, not liking where this was going.
"Although, we would look at them as heroes; in the distance. For if nothing was seen beyond the ropes of life, who would dare uncover everything we know of today? Why were we born to love, if hate is our middle name?"
Ok, so that made him feel a little better. Did she really think of him as a hero, in the distance? Whatever the hell THAT meant. Was hate her middle name? Kagome hate Higurashi? He blinked with a blank look, but she continued.
"If we were born to fight, why can we not agree to battle endlessly? Or if peace was our cause, why do we continue to shed blood before innocent bystanders? Pointing fingers before pacifists, can they be the ones that strive to achieve the utopia we dream of? We can love, and hate...but is it possible to hate to love?"
Alright, that wasn't her name. He scratched the back of his head in confusion, was she referring to the fight that they had had? The one with Kimaru and Mikaru? Or maybe it was fights in general. He would never be able to figure this woman out if he tired. Did she hate to love him? His heart skipped a beat.
"Along with this comes loving to hate. Why can't our world close with a bittersweet end. Possibly reciting endless lectures of what we were born here to do. Make another's life bearable, or perhaps to wreak the havoc we seem to be causing. How can we be positive if there is no sign from our creator?"
She seemed to be giving some kind of lecture now, like a professor at a University, or something. She walked around her room, almost in circles, but stopped in certain places for a change now and then.
If she hated him, then maybe she loved it? Meaning she loved him, but hated to do that. He pondered, trying to figure everything out.
"The supreme-being that gave us life: the meaning to which we survive. Everything born can't help but be that way. Can't feel the imperfections others lavish our attention with. Train of thought can be lost if broken at the core; we can't force ourselves to be something we weren't supposed to."
Inuyasha scared himself when he understood what she had just said. He watched her even closely now, hanging off every word that she uttered.
"Can we question who was to be born with such talents another turns green with envy to possess? Bitter emotions could be the result of such actions, but who can be blamed for this? What of that? We certainly did not ask to hold such power above others to appear normal."
He wanted to know how she got the talent to talk so freely, and think of something as amazing as this. But even if she didn't, he would still think of her of talented, she herself was amazing. She was better than anyone else in this world and he would always think of her as that, if not more.
"No doubt can rest in one's mind that everyone has a specific talent, no matter how great or small. If tides that sew our lives together were broken at the seam, what would be left of the ocean we all live in today? Currents would flow no matter who was swimming against its cool waters. If the sun didn't shine upon everyone's unique face, who would notice? We can't all live happy, but no one would see our frowns if we were alone."
She once again seemed to be affected by her own words and paused. She was currently in a position that he could clearly see her face and watched as her lips formed a little frown. He had to wonder if she was thinking about him again, he was certainly unique. Or at least different from everyone else.
He sighed; even when she wasn't trying she made him feel good about being different.
"When our minds compose artificial facts that seem to be false, would we be sure that someone could make us feel better about being wrong? Everyone makes mistakes, no matter how big or small. Nothing we do can change that. Preventing it only causes a rift in our world, or does it? Everything was written to happen the way it does, if we were meant to change our minds to change our minds, so be it."
She was on a role, and he wanted to listen to every word she said without thinking about anything else, because if he did, he might miss something, and he was finally starting to catch on. Or at least, he thought so.
"Who would stop us? Who COULD stop us? If someone could hold such meaning in our lives, would that be written in our fate to carry out by our lives? So plays the question, do the ends justify the means?"
Inuyasha looked at her confused.
"To one confused looks could arise at a certain comment."
He blushed lightly.
"Much like the saying, beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Inuyasha blinked, "I think you're beautiful." He whispered, almost breathlessly, "Does that mean beauty is in my eye?" He grinned. Kagome did tell him once that his eye was beautiful! So basically, she was saying that his eye was beautiful whenever he looked at her. Cool!
"Is it possible to hold such endless beauty in each colourful orb? For every human born once, two beauties fold deep within their vision. Couldn't capture something as right, but we've learned how. Memories can't be erased of moments that build our entire existence. Or those that maintain who we are. Can it be built upon, why not? As we live and die, those memories can be locked away in another's, which leads to someone else. We are all linked as one because of this earth we live on."
She was right, and even though it was a little thing, he felt kinda good that he was linked to Kagome in one way. He mentally told himself not to move away to any other planet, or at least not without Kagome.
Man, he had it bad...
"Can we question why? Or look further into the past, who can remember what was there before? Dare to say everyone, or maybe no one can really remember. If attention was craved, someone would remember. They would force it out and it could be manifested onto another's ever expanding mind."
Her mind sure seemed to be expanding a whole lot; he wanted attention, from her at least...and a lot of it. 'So yes Kagome!' He mentally screamed, 'I can remember what was thereeeeeeee.'
Oh yeah, REALLY bad.
"Endless drivel could be the result of a silenced heart, or of a free heart, never afraid to dream. If we continue to do wrong, will a right shine through it all? Could we ever be sure? There's only one path we could ever take. If we go back and take another, it would be altered because of our choice. Who is blind enough to see that?"
'I am!' he wanted to shout, he was blind. But not because of what she was saying. He was in love with her, and he always heard that love was blind. Maybe he could tell her that? Girls liked all that romantic junk.
"Or are your eyes open like mine? Who could agree with such accusations of an unknown author?"
'No wait! I take that back, my eyes are open like yours.' He thought that, 'Wait no! Your eyes are closed, you're blind too' He thanked god that he hadn't said that out loud, because he knew she would have hurt him for that one. 'I mean blind as in love.' He amended in his head, quickly.
'I would agree. If the author was you.' He told her silently; hopefully she would pick up on it if he stared at her, hard.
He did so.
Or maybe not.
"We would not ask for forgiveness if we did not care whether we received it or not. Why would we?"
Did she want forgiveness? Or was she telling him to ask for it? She said she believed him, but did she forgive him? He made another mental note to ask for it, because he really did care if he received it.
"The few stoics that remain, indifferent to pleasure or pain can't stride in the world of the living."
'Ohhhhhhh.' He chided silently. 'So that's what stoics are!' He had always wondered about that. Heh heh heh, well now he knew. Inuyasha felt slightly self-conscious of himself and looked at his surroundings. 'Good,' He thought, 'no one around here to read minds.'
Somehow, that didn't sound so strange in his head.
"They appear to be shells, ghosts haunting the shells of other human forms. We believe someone is greater than another, but what leads us to believe that? Another's opinion? Who's to say?"
"No," He said quietly, "It's because I love you, you're greater than everyone."
She turned in his direction, and he thought that she saw him, and slightly pushed a branch in her view so that she wouldn't catch his form. He breathed a sigh of relief when her gaze shifted and she continued,
"Evidently those who are questioned are the ones that can maintain stability with friends that would dare to ask. Subtle words could be used in the deadliest actions; situations that present themselves harmless could explode into acts of resentment."
"I sure regret letting you get away from me," He cursed, while whispering, "I regret that!"
"Sighs, I wager would be the most silent sound, heard by those that force themselves to care, genuine feelings always know exactly why people would force such air to rise our of their bodies. Such reasons vary in a wide range, frustration could be the cause, depression, longing for someone to notice and ease the pain."
If he wanted someone to notice, then Inuyasha would. He did, actually. And he hated that she was in pain, he hated himself for putting her in pain.
Her bangs fell over her eyes, and her expression seemed to darken. Although she didn't have an audience, well, at least she wasn't AWARE that she did, she seemed determined to continue, and so Kagome did.
"However, if loneliness was all we knew to be true, would we begin to sigh at the beginning? Knowing no one would ask questions, or hand us lovely words. Conclusions are meaningless, who cares for them? Perfectionists that need to think outside the box, or whatever shape it is they live by."
Inuyasha looked quite thoughtful at this, 'I live by a rectangle.' Most chocolates were made in rectangles, except for Reese Peanut-Butter Cups! He frowned, well; he didn't really like them that much anyway. But, he wasn't a perfectionist.
Or was he?
No, no he wasn't.
Or...WAS he?
His eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. This was getting too much for him, but he still listened, and watched Kagome attentively.
"Ending things could bring peace of mind, but I don't need to give everyone something I may not own myself. We'll end here in result to tiring minds that feel empty when even all the information being held in it is forcefully used. But, forever questioning why?"
Inuyasha reached over to the window and pressed his hand against it as Kagome's back was turned.
"Why?" He asked, mimicking what she had said, "Because I love you."
It looked like Kagome heard something discreetly and turned in his direction, but before she could see him, he jumped up and out of sight.
She did however; catch a blur of white...
Her figure quickly rushed over to the window and saw that it was left open slightly. She closed it tightly and stared out at the sky, as her reflection could be caught in the window, but with some very dark shadows. But that was how she felt, dark, and alone.
Had Inuyasha come?
She couldn't help but wonder if he had. She shook her head, no. She had to forget about him. She would focus on Ryu now; he was the one that she would be with. He was the one that she would...love.
There was that familiar forced feeling.
She felt very uneasy and shifted from one foot to the other, taking in a sharp breath in. Kagome batted her head against the window a few times, thinking back to the little 'lecture' she gave to her room.
"Why?" She questioned, but it sounded very tired and defeated.
"Because I love you." She murmured into the window, without even realizing who she was referring to.
**
A*N* Was going to write more but I don't feel up to it. Until next time.
MoonGoddessSerenity: Aw. Hope I really didn't make you cry. **passes tissues**
Raine an Frodo: You!! You reviewed every chapter, that's so sweet. Thank- you.
Priestessmykala: Yes, I do. Eh! I don't like Kikyo, although, I do sort of regret portraying her the way I have. **dodges random things thrown by Kikyo-haters** Uh, but I have. So I can't turn back time. I will use her later, and maybe chance her. Dunno. I know I changed Inuyasha as well, but I started it before I got to watch, so I didn't wanna dramatically change his character. But I will, slowly, but surely.
Sakura onto Hitomi: Aw, I hope I didn't make you really cry either. That was not my intent. Bad Roonz. **orders more tissues**
Mystical-Maiden: Bah, bad Roonz indeed. Hope this one is a bit less depressing and sad. There will be fluff in later chapters though, I assure you of that.
Kibethan: Which is why I updated. **winks** Enjoy.
inutikidudez: That's what, 4 people? I apologize! _!
Kagome200315: Almost? Phew, **wipes off sweat** Thanks!
Kawaii-Inu-Inutaishou: Hope that continues.
yogi bear-321: I had to! It was a perfect cliffhanger, right? Right?!
kitten's angel: Yes to everything you said. But Inuyasha's strong, (really strong) and he can survive that. 'Specially since he's determined to get Kagome back, you know, with another plan. **wink wink**
InuyashaLUV: Done and done.
fanfictiongeek36: Yeah man, evil dudes have got to go! Aww, yes, Kagome did. But that's all part of the story. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. ~_~ You're welcome. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
LadyYome: Eek! Years?! Gomen! **tries to type faster, then pauses** Kag/Sess? Haha, I've only read one fic that was remotely similar to that. But this is going to be Kag/Inu! **nods**
darkwitch5: That's five people I've made cry! **runs to her bed** I'M A MONSTER!
chibi neko-chan: AU Means Alternate Universe, so it's not written in the same settings as the actual show.
Alejandra: Ahh, stop..you're making me blush! ^_^ It will end well, and you're welcome. ^_~
Tweety Byrd: Hahahahahahaha, that was funny.
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A*N* Don't feel good. Dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway...I have an idea for another fic, but I don't want to start it before I finish this because I don't think I'm ready to juggle more than one fics. I'm going to try and warp this one up soon, but right now I'm just letting it go in the way it wants. What does that mean? Basically I'm writing whatever pops in my head, letting the story just piece itself together. That might be bad, but ah well. I just want to get it finished. Sorry if that upsets anyone, although I doubt it will. There will still be some fluffy moments, because I love writing those.
Also, as a result, the rest of the chapters that I write will most likely be longer than usual, since I'm trying to get more done and more things to happen. Once again, don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, I guess it's up to you readers to decide. Well, enjoy.
If possible. **gulp**
Disclaimer: Yeah, I sort of forgot to add these in, um...I don't own Inuyasha! Despite what those voices in my head try to tell me...
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Inuyasha stood in the same spot for what seemed like hours. His eyes didn't wander away from the dark ground, and his senses weren't acute to the harsh wind playing with his body. His bangs looked dark and blurry in his vision, swaying slowly before him, almost comforting his face in a gentle and calm way.
It was just like the way Miramu had done, comforted him with her gentle looks, and spoke, using her calm, un-wavering voice. He missed her now. She was the second mother that he had lost, the second woman who had chosen death over life with him. The thought almost made him cringe inwardly.
His arms lay loosely at his sides, and he ignored the way they jabbed him in the side of his legs as the wind guided them in that direction. Inuyasha's breathing was soft, his mouth remained closed, and although he required himself to part it barely in order to draw in deep breaths, it was all done unconsciously.
His body gave another attempt to warm his body, as a wave suddenly rushed through him, from his shoulders, down into his torso until it dissipated against the cold surroundings. He felt his heart droop down lower and his mind began to pick up on other thoughts as a familiar pain picked at him slowly.
It was unraveling him slowly, ripping off any blanket of happiness that had been placed on top of him in his past life. He knew this feeling well, it was all the pain trying to seep through, but he wouldn't let it...he couldn't. His eyes pressed together tightly, feeling warm tears spill down his frozen and numb cheeks.
Was he crying?
No, his throat didn't tighten the way it usually did, and big boys didn't cry.
Scratch that.
Inuyasha didn't cry, and yes, he was in a class all by himself. He was just that damn good. (Why did I just quote HHH? **feels dirty**)
It was the wind that whipped the vapor to stream out of his eyes, and suddenly converted them into cold tears. They caused him to shiver slightly. He lifted his hand up rather quickly, and brushed it against his rough skin, clearing his face free of any tears. It sent a new sense of pain through him, and he almost scowled at it. Almost...
Inuyasha's eyes opened again, the vision before him blurry. He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before being able to see everything clearly in front of him. The empty road, vacant of any other being besides him. He was left alone, again. And he had just let that happen.
Kagome's words had hurt him; he didn't even try to block that thought out. He didn't lie to himself and pretend like it didn't affect him as much as it did, but he wasn't about to let that get in his way. No, he had to do something. She would love him again, they would be together, and he wouldn't let anything stop that. Not even her stubborn attitude.
Despite how harsh and even forced that sounded; he knew that she did have feelings for him, even if they weren't as strong as his were for her. One thought did warm his heart though, and that was the fact that she did love him at one time, she had chosen him over Ryu, the man she thought she liked.
That alone gave him a good feeling, knowing that he wouldn't give up on her, no matter how hard he had to try to win her back. She was worth all of that, and so much more. Even IF she was being a little...he struggled for a word, uh...hostile about it. Yeah, that worked.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, causing his stiff movements to break out of the consistency of depression and flounder in a light of hope. Ok, so maybe that sounded a little corny, but that was how he felt. And if that made him seem corny, well then, he would just a proud corn...er?
Err, did that make sense?
A sudden current of excitement washed over him, "Yeah! I'm corny!" He shouted out to no one in particular.
He quickly looked around and surveyed his surroundings before sweat- dropping, it was a good thing no one was here to hear that.
He sighed with relief and began to walk in the direction of the house that stood steadily behind him. He half-wished that it would just disappear, like Kimaru, Mikaru, and Mimaru had, just like in the movies. You know, when there's just that sudden flash of light, and then once you get over it, everything around you is gone?
Yeah, like THAT was going to happen! This was real life!
He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, although his life seemed far from the way life was supposed to be. Inuyasha lightly mulled over everything that had happened, and weighed it against 'normal' teenagers' lives.
"That sure put things in perspective." He muttered darkly, scoffing to himself before turning back around.
There was no way he was going to spend one more night in that house, he had successfully escaped from it, and although there didn't seem to be any threat hanging around it, he couldn't help but stop that tingle of uneasiness race up and down his spine.
He would find another place to stay for the night. Kagome's place, maybe? He grinned frivolously, as he contemplated this over. Oh how she would LOVE his company right about now. The sarcasm dripped from that statement even in his own mind, as he softly stepped away from the big house that shadowed behind him.
Unexpectedly, his body broke out into a run, as he dashed into the direction of Kagome's house and even further from his own. Throwing in a few random leaps into the mixture, he decided that this would be that much faster.
Maybe she didn't want his company, but that wouldn't stop him from checking up on her, would it now?
His light smirk seemed to echo into the night sky.
Not a chance.
**
Kagome's body continued to shake as she sat on her bed and stared at the empty wall that stood in place directly in her view. The dull colour emitted a monotone at her, and she lightly mused over how that could be possible. Her gaze sharpened into a glare at the flat surface, as if trying to accomplish something.
She didn't exactly know what.
Her eyes soon grew tired, and she allowed her gaze to relax back into a normal position, or perhaps her former position, staring lifelessly at it. Kagome's arms were wrapped tightly around her legs as she drew them in closer, a shudder passing through her body. Her hands were linked together and held her pose in place.
She slowly sank her head into her knees; watching strands of hair through the corner of her eyes as they descended lower, pathetically tackling her pants. She took in a deep breath, and realized that she reeked of Inuyasha's scent. Closing her eyes shut firmly, Kagome breathed it in again, letting a smile touch her lips loosely.
Her top tooth took a hold of her lower lip and bit down carelessly, she didn't have any reason to smile. He was a thing of the past, she didn't love him anymore. Doubt clouded her mind as something seemed to prickle her heart after she had told herself once again how she felt about Inuyasha. If it were true, why did she hurt so much?
'Because he hurt you, duh.' That was one way to look at it.
'Because you still love him.' Was another.
'Because you've been sitting in the same position for a very long time.' Came the third.
She gave into the simplest one, and changed positions. Kagome quickly lay down on her stomach and propped her elbows into her soft bed, while her hands supported her cheeks in the air. She could see the flesh behind pummeled up into her vision as her tight fists propelled into them and rose them higher, making her face look very strange.
However, due to the lack of another presence in her room, it was ok. Kagome began to wave her legs up and down into her mattress, then again in the air, back to the mattress, in the air, and so on. It seemed to be a force of habit, as her mind began to drift away into a different set of thoughts, but her legs continued to move mechanically.
Since the third option was struck away, she began to ponder the other two. Either it was just that he hurt her, or that she was still in fact, in love with the guy. But the question was, which one was it?
She had told him that she didn't love him, and his reaction to that had killed her. His immortal confidence had been snatched away from him harshly, as if Kagome had knocked all the wind out of him, but she didn't do that, she didn't have to physically abuse him to get that reaction from him. It was much easier than that.
All it took, to bring down the mighty Inuyasha were four simple words. She would never be able to erase his expression from her mind after she had spoken those words. He seemed so far aloof from her and despite the fact that all it would take to reach him would be to outstretch her hand; he made it look like she couldn't even do that.
**Flashback
"No, I loved you."
Inuyasha's eyes didn't even rest on her anymore, they stared past her, and it looked like he was lost, although he knew exactly where he was. She almost saw a little boy in his eyes, one that held a tight grip on her hand, but when she had spoken those words, it was like she slapped his hands away, and he was drowning in an unknown place, scared and completely alone.
This brought on another surge of pain to pass through her body, she couldn't take staring at him any longer without doing something, and so she did the only thing that she could think of. She apologized.
"I'm sorry...Inuyasha."
Her voice sounded hoarse, she felt that it would always remain that way. When she pulled out of his grasp, it surprised her that his grip loosened and allowed her to be set free.
She had stepped back to see what he would do, but he didn't make any movements, and that had brought on many fears, and doubts in her mind about a few things.
The tears had started when he didn't do anything to reassure her; she thought that would get through to him. But when she waited for him to assure her that it had, he continued to stare at her, lifelessly, that same look that he had stirred for what seemed like ages.
She felt so rejected, and that hurt her more because she couldn't imagine what HE felt like, so she did the next thing that jumped into her mind.
She ran away from him.
Despite his lack of movements, she had half expected him to chase after her, but as her footsteps clouded his ears, he didn't even make any movements at all. That struck her like lightning, and she cried more as she ran. When her feet began to hurt, and her legs felt like they were on fire, she just kept running.
Kagome expected it to start raining any moment now, or maybe she had been watching too many chick-flicks...? There was always a harsh onslaught of rain awaiting the characters in movies, or even soaps at this time. But the sky just remained dark, there were a few random clouds here and there, and the moon formed a crescent as it normally did every now and then.
It hurt her to breathe, and she knew that Inuyasha wouldn't follow her; no one seemed to be around at that time, but that sent her running even faster and harder than before. She just kept telling herself, that if she did stop, she'd have to face his lost expressions again, she'd have to fight with him again about the fact that she didn't love him.
Even though she wouldn't admit it to him, she was half-afraid that he would convince her that she did...
That forced a whole new fear within her, and she whimpered to herself almost stumbling against the ground, but she composed herself and continued to run, faster than she had ever ran before.
It hurt to run, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to cry, and for Kagome and that moment, it even hurt to live.
She winced secretly to herself, and it forced even more tears to break free out of her dark eyes. If this is what love was about, well then...she didn't want any part of it.
**
Kagome almost gaped at the fact that she still wasn't crying now, but when she rushed her hand up to her eyes, they still felt damp, and she decided that she just couldn't force herself to cry anymore, she had done enough of that for at least one night.
She wasn't sure if she still felt that way about love, yes, the pain she felt was still fresh, and hurt her freely, but there was still someone else in her life that she could...love. Ryu.
Now why did that thought seem so forced...?
Kagome sighed defeated, and let her hands fall to the soft sheets resting on her mattress, before turning her body around and staring at the interesting world of ceilings. They were quite interesting, actually. Or at least, Kagome's was. It wasn't flat and smooth; it was very textured and rough. She remembered racing her hand across it and even hurting herself at how sharp the patterns were.
She blinked, were they patterns?
It was then that Kagome realized, that she thought too much.
**
Inuyasha leapt up to the tree branch that belonged to the tree that stood outside Kagome's window. She had left it open slightly, and he smirked because that was all he needed to hear her. He smiled fondly at her, as she was lying on her bed and seemed to not have a care in the world.
However, Kagome was a figure of transparency to his well-trained eyes, he knew her better than anyone, even herself. She was very troubled, for many reasons. And he knew that one of them was the thought of whether or not she loved him.
Before he let that thought get to him, he shook his head slowly, going back to watch her, at least she was safe. She would love him again, because they belonged together. And, if they didn't, then he convinced himself that he at least belonged with her, because he needed her.
Besides, he had told her that he'd be there with her whether she wanted him to be or not!
Inuyasha sighed, and suddenly felt all he was worth. He felt like a lonely little puppy, not having anyone else in the world to be loved by than the only woman that he loved, and still had. No one could make him happy besides her now, and a smile tugged at his lips before her lips parted and she began to talk. His ears perked up and he listened to her with his full attention...
**
Yes, she did think too much. But what the hell! She was a girl, and girls were confusing. Nodding and agreeing with that fact, she turned her head and to her mirror. Kagome traced her hair down the side of her bed, just before it hit the ground. She turned her body slightly, and watched as the figure in the mirror did the exact same thing.
Totally unaware of the being that sat outside, she began to talk, about everything that raced on a track in her mind, every single little thought.
"Reflections in a mirror only copy what they see." She began, and pursed her lips together before continuing, "Imagine what it's like for them to watch us dictate their every move. No sign of escape, nothing beyond the corners of the binding glass. One wrong move and we begin to wonder why. Can they capture us one day too?"
Here, she stood up and in front of her mirror tracing it with her finger, "Maybe far across everything we see is something never meant to be shown. Wonders never cease to our overpowering eyes. Senses no doubt, play important roles in lives that strive to access anymore information. Everything merely a stepping stone in our real reality, falsehood can't be stopped if we continue to search for the truth."
She paused here, and as Inuyasha watched from the window, she seemed to be affected by her own words. He didn't quite understand what she was getting at here, but he continued to listen and watch her back. Although he couldn't help but think, 'The truth is that you love me!'
Psch, he wished...
"They can't be hiding too far, if we've already uncovered mysteries that continued to haunt those before us. When will this path end? Where is the line that draws us towards the stop signs that persist us in this madness? We can't perfect what we see today; merely tamper with what we blindly see. Never questioning the lines between, possibly because we can't see."
Inuyasha blinked here, and his mind seemed to be traveling at a very high speed with every word she spoke. But, what did it mean? He wasn't sure she knew herself, because she began walking around her room, and was currently standing before her radio, stroking it carefully.
"No one can hear silence from the deafening sounds of heartbeats that refuse to beat. So why do we attempt to feel the hearts deepest emotion?" She asked, and he almost reached in to answer, but quickly stopped himself as she began to question different matters further.
"Do we allow others to give birth to the feelings deep within us? Are we too weak to hold up our shields? What would be the right answer if such a thing was asked?"
Wow, and here he thought girls were just confusing. They were down-right crazy!
"Trivial, seemingly a word that would spark confusion," Oh she sparked confusing alright, "nothing could make sense if we were all trivial. However, who's to say that we aren't all trivial, consuming everything around us would be insane if we did not all do it. Common trends bind us in this normal world. A daring soul reaching out to be different would be pushed off their rope into humiliation and embarrassment."
Was she referring to him? He was different; did she feel humiliated and embarrassed with him? He frowned, not liking where this was going.
"Although, we would look at them as heroes; in the distance. For if nothing was seen beyond the ropes of life, who would dare uncover everything we know of today? Why were we born to love, if hate is our middle name?"
Ok, so that made him feel a little better. Did she really think of him as a hero, in the distance? Whatever the hell THAT meant. Was hate her middle name? Kagome hate Higurashi? He blinked with a blank look, but she continued.
"If we were born to fight, why can we not agree to battle endlessly? Or if peace was our cause, why do we continue to shed blood before innocent bystanders? Pointing fingers before pacifists, can they be the ones that strive to achieve the utopia we dream of? We can love, and hate...but is it possible to hate to love?"
Alright, that wasn't her name. He scratched the back of his head in confusion, was she referring to the fight that they had had? The one with Kimaru and Mikaru? Or maybe it was fights in general. He would never be able to figure this woman out if he tired. Did she hate to love him? His heart skipped a beat.
"Along with this comes loving to hate. Why can't our world close with a bittersweet end. Possibly reciting endless lectures of what we were born here to do. Make another's life bearable, or perhaps to wreak the havoc we seem to be causing. How can we be positive if there is no sign from our creator?"
She seemed to be giving some kind of lecture now, like a professor at a University, or something. She walked around her room, almost in circles, but stopped in certain places for a change now and then.
If she hated him, then maybe she loved it? Meaning she loved him, but hated to do that. He pondered, trying to figure everything out.
"The supreme-being that gave us life: the meaning to which we survive. Everything born can't help but be that way. Can't feel the imperfections others lavish our attention with. Train of thought can be lost if broken at the core; we can't force ourselves to be something we weren't supposed to."
Inuyasha scared himself when he understood what she had just said. He watched her even closely now, hanging off every word that she uttered.
"Can we question who was to be born with such talents another turns green with envy to possess? Bitter emotions could be the result of such actions, but who can be blamed for this? What of that? We certainly did not ask to hold such power above others to appear normal."
He wanted to know how she got the talent to talk so freely, and think of something as amazing as this. But even if she didn't, he would still think of her of talented, she herself was amazing. She was better than anyone else in this world and he would always think of her as that, if not more.
"No doubt can rest in one's mind that everyone has a specific talent, no matter how great or small. If tides that sew our lives together were broken at the seam, what would be left of the ocean we all live in today? Currents would flow no matter who was swimming against its cool waters. If the sun didn't shine upon everyone's unique face, who would notice? We can't all live happy, but no one would see our frowns if we were alone."
She once again seemed to be affected by her own words and paused. She was currently in a position that he could clearly see her face and watched as her lips formed a little frown. He had to wonder if she was thinking about him again, he was certainly unique. Or at least different from everyone else.
He sighed; even when she wasn't trying she made him feel good about being different.
"When our minds compose artificial facts that seem to be false, would we be sure that someone could make us feel better about being wrong? Everyone makes mistakes, no matter how big or small. Nothing we do can change that. Preventing it only causes a rift in our world, or does it? Everything was written to happen the way it does, if we were meant to change our minds to change our minds, so be it."
She was on a role, and he wanted to listen to every word she said without thinking about anything else, because if he did, he might miss something, and he was finally starting to catch on. Or at least, he thought so.
"Who would stop us? Who COULD stop us? If someone could hold such meaning in our lives, would that be written in our fate to carry out by our lives? So plays the question, do the ends justify the means?"
Inuyasha looked at her confused.
"To one confused looks could arise at a certain comment."
He blushed lightly.
"Much like the saying, beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Inuyasha blinked, "I think you're beautiful." He whispered, almost breathlessly, "Does that mean beauty is in my eye?" He grinned. Kagome did tell him once that his eye was beautiful! So basically, she was saying that his eye was beautiful whenever he looked at her. Cool!
"Is it possible to hold such endless beauty in each colourful orb? For every human born once, two beauties fold deep within their vision. Couldn't capture something as right, but we've learned how. Memories can't be erased of moments that build our entire existence. Or those that maintain who we are. Can it be built upon, why not? As we live and die, those memories can be locked away in another's, which leads to someone else. We are all linked as one because of this earth we live on."
She was right, and even though it was a little thing, he felt kinda good that he was linked to Kagome in one way. He mentally told himself not to move away to any other planet, or at least not without Kagome.
Man, he had it bad...
"Can we question why? Or look further into the past, who can remember what was there before? Dare to say everyone, or maybe no one can really remember. If attention was craved, someone would remember. They would force it out and it could be manifested onto another's ever expanding mind."
Her mind sure seemed to be expanding a whole lot; he wanted attention, from her at least...and a lot of it. 'So yes Kagome!' He mentally screamed, 'I can remember what was thereeeeeeee.'
Oh yeah, REALLY bad.
"Endless drivel could be the result of a silenced heart, or of a free heart, never afraid to dream. If we continue to do wrong, will a right shine through it all? Could we ever be sure? There's only one path we could ever take. If we go back and take another, it would be altered because of our choice. Who is blind enough to see that?"
'I am!' he wanted to shout, he was blind. But not because of what she was saying. He was in love with her, and he always heard that love was blind. Maybe he could tell her that? Girls liked all that romantic junk.
"Or are your eyes open like mine? Who could agree with such accusations of an unknown author?"
'No wait! I take that back, my eyes are open like yours.' He thought that, 'Wait no! Your eyes are closed, you're blind too' He thanked god that he hadn't said that out loud, because he knew she would have hurt him for that one. 'I mean blind as in love.' He amended in his head, quickly.
'I would agree. If the author was you.' He told her silently; hopefully she would pick up on it if he stared at her, hard.
He did so.
Or maybe not.
"We would not ask for forgiveness if we did not care whether we received it or not. Why would we?"
Did she want forgiveness? Or was she telling him to ask for it? She said she believed him, but did she forgive him? He made another mental note to ask for it, because he really did care if he received it.
"The few stoics that remain, indifferent to pleasure or pain can't stride in the world of the living."
'Ohhhhhhh.' He chided silently. 'So that's what stoics are!' He had always wondered about that. Heh heh heh, well now he knew. Inuyasha felt slightly self-conscious of himself and looked at his surroundings. 'Good,' He thought, 'no one around here to read minds.'
Somehow, that didn't sound so strange in his head.
"They appear to be shells, ghosts haunting the shells of other human forms. We believe someone is greater than another, but what leads us to believe that? Another's opinion? Who's to say?"
"No," He said quietly, "It's because I love you, you're greater than everyone."
She turned in his direction, and he thought that she saw him, and slightly pushed a branch in her view so that she wouldn't catch his form. He breathed a sigh of relief when her gaze shifted and she continued,
"Evidently those who are questioned are the ones that can maintain stability with friends that would dare to ask. Subtle words could be used in the deadliest actions; situations that present themselves harmless could explode into acts of resentment."
"I sure regret letting you get away from me," He cursed, while whispering, "I regret that!"
"Sighs, I wager would be the most silent sound, heard by those that force themselves to care, genuine feelings always know exactly why people would force such air to rise our of their bodies. Such reasons vary in a wide range, frustration could be the cause, depression, longing for someone to notice and ease the pain."
If he wanted someone to notice, then Inuyasha would. He did, actually. And he hated that she was in pain, he hated himself for putting her in pain.
Her bangs fell over her eyes, and her expression seemed to darken. Although she didn't have an audience, well, at least she wasn't AWARE that she did, she seemed determined to continue, and so Kagome did.
"However, if loneliness was all we knew to be true, would we begin to sigh at the beginning? Knowing no one would ask questions, or hand us lovely words. Conclusions are meaningless, who cares for them? Perfectionists that need to think outside the box, or whatever shape it is they live by."
Inuyasha looked quite thoughtful at this, 'I live by a rectangle.' Most chocolates were made in rectangles, except for Reese Peanut-Butter Cups! He frowned, well; he didn't really like them that much anyway. But, he wasn't a perfectionist.
Or was he?
No, no he wasn't.
Or...WAS he?
His eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. This was getting too much for him, but he still listened, and watched Kagome attentively.
"Ending things could bring peace of mind, but I don't need to give everyone something I may not own myself. We'll end here in result to tiring minds that feel empty when even all the information being held in it is forcefully used. But, forever questioning why?"
Inuyasha reached over to the window and pressed his hand against it as Kagome's back was turned.
"Why?" He asked, mimicking what she had said, "Because I love you."
It looked like Kagome heard something discreetly and turned in his direction, but before she could see him, he jumped up and out of sight.
She did however; catch a blur of white...
Her figure quickly rushed over to the window and saw that it was left open slightly. She closed it tightly and stared out at the sky, as her reflection could be caught in the window, but with some very dark shadows. But that was how she felt, dark, and alone.
Had Inuyasha come?
She couldn't help but wonder if he had. She shook her head, no. She had to forget about him. She would focus on Ryu now; he was the one that she would be with. He was the one that she would...love.
There was that familiar forced feeling.
She felt very uneasy and shifted from one foot to the other, taking in a sharp breath in. Kagome batted her head against the window a few times, thinking back to the little 'lecture' she gave to her room.
"Why?" She questioned, but it sounded very tired and defeated.
"Because I love you." She murmured into the window, without even realizing who she was referring to.
**
A*N* Was going to write more but I don't feel up to it. Until next time.