Why They Call It Falling
"It's like soaring,
it's like gliding.
It's a rocket ship you're riding.
It's a feeling, that can take you anywhere."
She thought happily about their plans, the plans they once had for each other. She had loved Inuyasha, had loved his companionship... but he was hanyou. How was a human girl supposed to love a hanyou?
Thus, she had propositioned Inuyasha. If he, as an act of love for her, would change into a human using the Shikon no Tama, then they could always be together. For the rest of their lives.
When with him, she felt like she could do just about anything. She felt safe. He protected her, just as she protected him. She with arrows; he with tooth and nail.
Even his appearance seemed more human to her as the days went on. Every day, while walking around, as was her duty, she would always find him. It even became a game, after a while. She would try to seek him out with her superb miko senses, and he would lie in wait.
Occasionally, he would let her win and allow her to find him. Sometimes, though, he would jump out at her from behind just for the fun of seeing the fear on her face instantly dissolve into a smile that was his alone.
They would journey together, seeking out the evil-doers, the ones in search of the jewel. On one of these days, Inuyasha came to her with a seriousness she hadn't seen since the first days of their acquaintance.
He agreed to her request, and she was forever lost in the embrace that accompanied his words.
"So why they call it falling,
why they call it falling.
Why they call it falling,
I don't know."