AN: sorry if this chapter is kinda bland, I promise to do better on the next one, kz??? ^^;;;
Enjoy the story and R&R!!! ^_______^
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"Inu Yasha?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a darkness in every heart, isn't there?"
"I guess so."
"...Is there darkness in my heart?"
"Why would you say that?"
"I don't know...I guess I'm just being weird.
....Inu Yasha, will you stay by me forever? Even if something really bad happens?"
"'Course I will."
"Arigato, Inu-kun."
A small, worn out pocket-sized photograph lay in the grasp of her smooth fingers. She examined the picture with unreadable and emotionless eyes. It was of a young boy and girl, assumingly a couple, each with one arm around the other. They both smiled in absolute happiness, the boy's arm hooked tightly around the girl's waist, grinning playfully. The blush on the girl's face was not noticeable through the wrinkles in the picture.
The girl herself was pretty, with long cascading strands of beautiful black hair streaming down her shoulders. Most of it was tied back in a low tail, leaving her bangs and two long locks of hair hanging loosely from both sides of her pale, ivory face. Her skin was flawlessly white, contrasting elegantly with her long lashes and thin dark brows. She was an elegant girl, much more mature than most girls her age, though in this photograph, she was giggling playfully and even letting herself blush like a child would.
The girl looking at the picture continued staring at the photograph. She rubbed her thumb on the pictured girl's face. Her hand then reached up to touch her own face, slowly brushing her fingers through the two raven locks of hair that hung down from the side of her head. She then stroked the image of the boy depicted in the photo.
His hair was long for a boy's, already below his ears, with most of the strands tied back in a small ponytail. His hair hung messily over his forehead, completely masking the upper half of his face in the jungle of ink black hair, brushing his thick dark eyebrows. Under his eyebrows were glittering amber eyes.
The hand holding the picture tensed. It shook violently before clutching the photo tightly, balling it in its fist, not caring whether it was further damaged or not. The muscles in the girl's hand tightened to its utmost potential, shaking and shuddering. Suddenly, the muscled loosened and the crumpled photo, lying balled in her palm, slowly tried to return to its original form.
The girl's teeth ceased to grit together and relaxed along with her painted lips. Her breathing was heated from the strain. Slowly, her pulse returned to normal as she took one last heaved sigh.
She unfolded the horribly damaged photo carefully and gazed at it again. A fold had perfectly split the picture of the boy's face in half. The corners of her mouth twitched and curved upward. A small chuckle came from her young lips. It grew rapidly into drunken laughs as she clutched the photo of the wrinkled up, smiling amber-eyed boy.
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AN: this next part that I wrote was REALLY long so I think I'm gonna have to split it more than two times now, so just keep readin'!!! ^_^
