One More Jump
He stood, tall, proud, every inch the hero, a sword on his left hip. The wind moved the trees, emerald green in the summer's light and heat, a god's breath convincing the sprites of the forest to dance. It smelled of salt from the sea. Behind him stood the Well, which could be his future.
The girl took a bold move forward and wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his coarse silver hair. He paused for a moment, almost as if in doubt, then let his clawed fingers run gently across the length of her back. She closed her gray eyes.
"Please Inuyasha."
