A/N—I don't own Inuyasha. Complete! Yay! Ive left you all a cliffhanger for your minds to create. :D Just to let you know, all the song lyrics are Inuyasha ED songs translated in English.

sorry for reposting this. i had to edit some of here and there and i don't think you'd notice it...

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Mischievous Kiss

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Giving a mischievious kiss while making an innocent face
The malicious me is being childish
I've already gotten used to being called conceited
I just can't say the phrase "I love you"
My sweet emotion
—

Could she leave him? She needed a reason to know why she was leaving him. A real good reason to make sure she was doing the right thing. A reason that could make her feel better. Only... she couldn't.

She was left stuck to reason out her thoughts that jumbled all around her head. As she wandered through the forest denominated after him to search for the well, Kagome was gone trying to find an excuse for her self why she was doing this.

A part of her told her it was Kikyou's never-ending emotions of love and betrayal. Another part told her something she couldn't admit even to her self.

As she crossed through thorny bushes and tall trees, she slowly set foot on the area she must pass to head home; Goshinboku. The clearing was full of deadened leaves and ancient twigs. Mostly, the ground was covered with chubby roots, which stretched and exposed above the ground's surface, originating from the sainted tree.

Kagome couldn't bear stopping by to observe the age-old plant, couldn't bear to think anything about it. How could she? This tree always, always reminded her of him. It was the source that placed both Inuyasha and Kagome together, the source that created a bond between them. She could neverstop to think about it.

If she did, the connection she wanted to break from him would thread itself around her and his heart once more. And she couldn't stand it when Kikyou's rope was trying so hard to seize him with difficulty.

And she knew.

She knew what the outcome would be if she, herself,were to stay here with him. And it wasn't fair. She had no right to interfere with an everlasting love. She wasn't the type of person. She hated meddling in other people's relations. She wasn't the type to go off and grabbing some other girl's boy. And although Kikyou's and Inuyasha's weren't the same, she knew she'd hate herself for trying to win his heart instead of Kikyou winning his.

She quickly passed the revered area, suppressing the heavy hurt her heart weighed her down. It was painful, the hurt. As soon as she departed the clearing, her heart seemed to balance her down the earth, down to hell, that she had to clutch it to keep it from breaking apart.

I hate this feeling. I hate it so much; I want it to go away...

She cried and fell to her knees, clutching firmly between her breasts. It wasn't physical pain; she wasn't hurt from the aftermath of Inuyasha and Naraku's battle. No... it was just her heart.

The pain it emitted was like no pain she had ever imagined. It was worse than the pain she felt after seeing Inuyasha and Kikyou holding each other. It wasn't like the pain she felt when the visions of them kissing each other, nor the feeling she felt for Inuyasha after Kikyou had 'suddenly' died again by Naraku's hands the second time.

No. It was much worse. She pressed the tears coming out of her eyes inside her, refusing to fall down and weep. She refused to show any signs of weakness throughout her surroundings.

She regretted hugging him in return. That, only, was the cause of her heartbreak.

Go away.

She moaned and moved her other hand to her chest, clutching her heart with both pair of trembling fingers. Oh, it felt like she was going to die.

Was heartache this painful?

She staggered as she stood up, placing a hand to a nearby tree to poise her self. She moved her head up, ignoring the familiar sense her miko powers were telling her. She wasn't going let anyone see her going weak for nothing, she was never going to show anyone that she was this frail girl always needing to be saved. She needed to be strong.

She stared ahead and kept on walking, her chest trembling. She frowned and narrowed her eyes to get a better view of the Bone-Eater's well's steppe... had the well been this far?

She had never really taken notice where the well was planted. All she ever cared was worrying where the others were; or else she would have gotten lost somewhere on the other side of the forest. And most of the time, Inuyasha waited for her somewhere up on a branch, anticipating her presence whenever his senses would tell him that her scent was nearing by.

She smiled. The memories of it all were not forgetful.

He thinks I don't know, she mused quietly to her self, trying to cheer her self up, he thinks I'm too stupid that I don't notice what his senses can do.

"Inuyasha," she murmured. "I've known you for two and a half years. Don't think I'm that stupid. Because I'm not..."

Without thinking, she smiled at her surrounding, maybe at him, and her torso stopped trembling for a bit. She let go of her hand against the tree beside her and marched tediously towards the well.

"Though," she whispered pleasantly, cracking an invisible smile, "it was nice to pretend, though. It really was..."

The air around her was warm and soft. Its caressesaround her nakedher unclothed skin made her shiver, the leaves flying around her. The shiver that sent through her from each breeze's contacts reminded her of Inuyasha's soft silky silver strands. She held her hands together in front of her and watched leaves on the trees up ahead dance around the afternoon wind.

She stopped continuously, moving her head around to search her surrounding, to look all around the forest. If she was going to go home permanently, she needed to make a good picture of the forest, the only forest she preferred. For it was named after him. She didn't want to forget this place, this area. They often traveled at this spot, and they often camped on this ground.

The sudden thought of 'them' made her heart tremor a bit. She had forgotten to say good-bye to Sango, Miroku, Kirara, andespecially Shippou. But it was good that they not know about her depart. It was best for Shippou to stay in Kaede's hut, and possibly live with Sango and Miroku for a while.

She heard many sounds, like the birds or the animals close by. And when she had the time, she would go into the quietness and make believe that she could hear as sharp as Inuyasha could. It was a wondrous feeling, to hear so many things. She had even heard things she barely heard every day.

But observing Inuyasha's action, she took the hint that it was annoying for him at times. She couldn't really yell as loud and she wanted, as if she was screaming angrily at the world, and if she did, she could see that his ears would twitch to face behind him and away from her voice. The look of hurt in his eyes and the hidden wound in his voice would come up to surface. And no matter how much he or she tried to hide those hurts, they knew they would see it any day.

Maybe I shouldn't have yelled at him too much, she thought, I can't even remember why we were arguing so much. The only three reasons I find are my time era, ramen, and Kikyou.

Sighing defeatedly, Kagome crossed through a large bush, leading her straight to the clean region of the well. It was always a sight that amazed her. The slender roots and mixed vines blanketing around and over the well were a perception she had never really taken the time to see through. When she strode towards it and slowly looked over the shadowed inside, the stench of old bones and dirt filled her senses.

If I jump now... I won't be able to come back. And even if I know I could, I doubt I'll have the courage to see them again. If I can just...

Pausing a bit, Kagome restrained herself and sat at the edge of the well, facing the open view of the grassy fields ahead. She turned to look at the spaces where she had recurrently seen Inuyasha rest upon on, and placed her hands firmly on her lap.

She would go back looking like Kikyou. Her school clothes, they were torn and bloodied, including her burnt and dissolved bag from Naraku's poison acids. Now, she wore the clothing of someone whom she was supposed to be reincarnated from. And somehow, it hurt her again.

It hurt her. So much. Kagome grabbed a handful of cloth on her loose red pants and bowed her head, staring blankly at the green grass underneath her sandals.

"It hurts," she whispered softly to the air around her, but she knew. "It hurts, Inuyasha. Because... you saw me as Kikyou in the beginning. And now..."

Go away.

"Now, you'll see me as Kikyou again in the end," she forced a small smile, "what a coincidence, huh? The irony it all makes... sounds a little funny... doesn't it?" That smile quickly faded into a straight line.

Go away.

The leaves rustled behind her with protests, the air behind her growing unhappy. But she ignored it. She didn't care. This was both pasts of her time and her beloved. Her present was waiting for her, her present in the future. In the time she belonged to appropriately.

Casting a glance behind the protesting trees behind, she let one corner of her lips curve up.

"Where would you be if I know you'll be waiting? I know it would embarrass you if I tell you that you wait for me every day and night by the well. I know it would expose your weakness to tell you what... or who your weakness is. And is I have to admit, I'll tell you who I think it is. Or who I think they are..."

I can't compare to her, Inuyasha. Because I don't want to. She's much better than I am. She's in your time and in your world. She should be in your eyes.

"She... she's suffered more than me," she muttered turning back to look at her lap.

What am I supposed to suffer? I hardly remember what ever I had suffered from but heartache. But I suffer, too, in a different way. I suffer for someone else. That's why I feel a pain that hurts so bad it's ripping me apart.

I've felt Sango's pain, of losing a family, a clan, in one night. I've felt Miroku's pain of worrying of the Kazaana that might devour him any day. I've felt Shippou's pain of worrying for me day and night when I'm gone and the worry of his parent's death. I've felt Kikyou's pain... the pain of betrayal and lost love. The pain of longing the one who she had believed in thinking that killed her. I've felt Inuyasha's pain... so many times. Of worrying about me... when I'm in trouble. Of secretly thinking about Kikyou, of how much it hurts him to have his first love die.

Kagome moved a hand to feel the cool sphere clung around her neck, hanging loosely over her chest.

Those aren't a problem to know. But... it's making me confused. Because-

"-I don't know what I'm really suppose to feel," she breathed.

I can't remember the mixing emotions I've felt after suffering for someone else.

"But who cares, anyways," she mumbled monotonously. "I was always Kikyou to you."

Go away.

—
Checking that perfect smile one last time in front of the mirror
After jumping out in pursuit of excitement, let's walk with pride
—

He was watching her from afar, at a distant that she wouldn't sense. He attempted so many times to keep to his place on the tallest tree's sturdy branch, growling at himself lowly at watching her fall on her knees as if she were in invisible pain.

He watched in furious silence as Kagome moved her hands to clutch her chest. She groaned and staggered up, holding herself from a tree nearby. For God's sake... he wanted to go to her.

'See what happens when all decisions are made without thinking it through?'

He growled and clenched his hands into a tight ball of fist, another trail of blood flowing out from the clawed skin, coating over the dried blood he had clamped tightly earlier.

I... Ididn't have a choice.

'No, you didn't. You didn't have a choice because of what you're putting her through. Of what you're putting everyone in. But it's not you or me. It's a thing that had forced you to answer things quickly. It's called regret. You know how she's hurting. You know she's been hurting ever since she's found out about Kikyou and you, especially the day she found out of your relationships to her. But you agreed, you idiot. No one has got the right to—'

I didn't have a choice!

The blood trailing down his hands onto the branch flowed faster, newer vital fluid ebbing out of his skin. He didn't feel the pain, nor wanted to. It wasn't enough to ease the excruciating ache that severed inside him; as if splitting his already wounded soul in pieces by the hands of someone he wanted to love.

He shook his head and moved forward to another tree, as Kagome marched gradually forward, still clutching her chest. He paused once in a while to think, watching helplessly as Kagome limped her way through.

'Tell me something. Tell me something that I don't understand.'

His eyes softened and his gazed turned slowly to look at his sharp view of the well far ahead. The air started, grazing his face quietly, and snatching his silver strands backward to dance around with them. He narrowed his eyes as his front hair scraped his view a bit.

'Tell me, hanyou. Give me the reason why you want to leave her. Give me your best shot to convince your own mind why you would willingly leave the only person that you want to be with.'

Inuyasha pursed his lips tightly, turning to gaze at the ground a hundred feet below his perch. His wide-sleeves flung behind him, the opening of his haori moving slightly apart, exposing the white top inside. He hesitated.

Was he really pulling away his own thoughts? The thoughts that told him all the things that were right? Was he really just pulling in another set of thoughts that encouraged him to believe whatever he wanted? To believe that everything would be alright and that this never happened?

How could he? His thoughts were right, they never lied. He only did what he could try to ignore it and doubted everything else. Yeah... he was good at that. To deny things that were correct. To deny his own feelings.

'Tell me.'

I didn't have a choice. That was all he could say to himself. He didn't have a choice.

'So, that's it?'

He stopped to look up at the well far ahead. The sudden chill that ran through his spine wracked his whole body. And suddenly, an image of a deceitful frail face appeared continuously in his eyes.

"No."

'No?'

"No."

He moved his hand to touch the wrenching spot where his heart was. He stared perpetually below him and lay back against the tree's trunk.

Her face.

The wind moved to fling his hair in front of him, but he didn't notice it.

'Oh, yes. Her face. So I wasn't the only one that noticed it...'

He let a leg freely swung over the sturdy perch while the other bent up, placing an elbow loosely on it. The blood was left unobserved, nor did the pain it fabricated left unconsidered. Still, that excruciating pain was still there, lingering around his heart, waiting for the moment when his thoughts strike him to the core and briskly drive through her heart until it burst and faded away, leaving nothing but the visible heartache he felt for years.

'What did you see?'

What I saw? I saw her... I saw her face and...

'And...?'

She was... smiling.

'Hmm, what is wrong with smiling?'

Inuyasha growled.

No! That wasn't it!

The wind died and left the hanyou sitting calmly on a high nest, his hair scattered all around his shoulders.

'Then, what?'

The memories that occurred this morning came back to his head and it made him feel uneasy.

She was smiling. And... it hurts.

'Why does it hurt?'

Because she's faking it.

'Are you sure about that? What if she's not?'

I know. I'm not just a hanyou by accident and I could smell her tears. I can sense every thing around her. And her aura proves it all.

'Very well, then. She has given you something you wanted to see. Isn't that what you wanted?'

Huh?

'Fool. You are an idiot. Have you forgotten how much you don't like seeing her so sad? Have you not remember the time you hated yourself for making her cry so much? For breaking her heart so much? And that you would do anything to make her smile.'

I remember that. It's just...

'Well, she's smiling. And she knows she hurts more than you do. She's faking it, but what's wrong with that?'

It's not... it's... you don't understand—

'-Stop doubting me then, you fuck!'

—
People walking down the street, nailing everyone's glance down
Surprisingly bold, almost laughable
—

Inuyasha cringed tensely. Since when was his head so pissed off?

'Because. I've been doubted by your goddamn acts so many times and its time for you to realize that I'm right!'

But...

'But, my ass. You know I'm right, you just don't wanna admit it. And it's really pissing everyone off when you're always acting like a jackass.'

It wasn't a choice. It wasn't a—

'Stop it, fool! You're acting like a child again! Stop it! You aren't a loner, you idiot! Stop acting like an idiotic child and—'

"Fuck, shut up!" Inuyasha snarled angrily and immediately stood up, swiping his claws through the tree's body, shoving his claws inside the tree, furiously twisting his claws inside, feeling his skin being scraped.

I'm not a child. I ain't a goddamnchild no more. I can take care of myself and I don't need nobody. I ain't a kid anymore. I'm not that goddamn forsakenlittle loserthat everyone intimidated long ago!

'You're not. I know you're not.'

His quick breaths pacified and he quickly gathered himself.

No. He wasn't a child anymore. He wasn't that child everyone hated. He wasn't that small kid that helplessly let people make fun of him. He wasn't that weakling of a hanyou anymore.

Now... It was his turn to turn the tables around and dishearten people rather than them doing to him. It was his turn to show those humans how strong and tough he could be. It was time for him to change everything around and be something everyone feared; to be a youkai and show them, show his father... how strong he can be alone. Only...

The times he would think and desire that... the time his images of a powerful youkai reaching out to overpower humankind's weakness, the image of it fades away and in replaces an ebony-haired woman with a face he could not read. It was a woman who he thought he loved, and the woman who had 'killed' him. And when he would reach out an arm to reach her, her portray would vanish like a reflection on a river.

And another black-haired woman appeared.

A woman who smiled at him so many time. The woman who seemed to make his heavy heart feel light at the mere sight of her smile and the mere sound of her laughter. It was the woman that he wanted to be with. And when he reached out a hand to grasp her, she did not disappear.

Thus, the name of the beautiful girl echoed inside him, reverberating inside him, making him a little lightheaded.

Kagome... Kagome... Higurashi, Kagome...

There was another small voice in the background, another name being called. But it was not as loud and effective as the name Kagome booming inside.

'Should I remind you something... Inuyasha.'

Inuyasha heaved out a final heavy breath, licking his suddenly dry lips.

Yeah, what?

'Might I remind you to keep moving ahead? I think Kagome's reached the well already.'

Inuyasha flicked his ears with irritation.

Fuck.

He pulled his clawed hand out of the tree and quickly bounded off the roost and headed instantly towards the Bone Eater's Well.

—
Filled with boredom, I just place my chin on my hands and nod at your words
The text-message I write during our conversation says "I'm feeling good with him right now"
—

She was waiting for him but he wouldn't come.

Why would he?

Kikyou was there, waiting for him.

Kagome sighed and turned her head to look down at the well behind her. The eerie look it gave still gave her chills, and although she was suppose to get use to it, she didn't. She was always so worried about what happened on the other side of her times.

He won't come. Inuyasha won't come for me. He shouldn't...

She sighed and clutched her pants.

Kikyou's there.

"Inuyasha won't come for me," she whispered. "He should go to Kikyou. She... she needs him more than me. He should need her more than me. I should just... butt out."

With the finality of her thoughts, Kagome turned around to swing her legs loosely back and forth over the well. She gripped the well's lip and paused a bit.

She didn't want to go yet. She wanted to see Inuyasha one more time, to give her courage to go back home. She wanted him to come over to her... just to say good-bye, so that she knew he was there... watching her as she take her part home.

Several tears formed her eyes and she turned to look at the protesting trees. She smiled and slowly slid her rear over the well.

"Inuyasha..." she murmured gently, trying to keep her voice in one tone. "I'll... see you soon, sometimes, if I can. If I could. Inuyasha..."

Inuyasha... Inuyasha...

His name echoed inside her head. She couldn't blame herself. Inuyasha had been the first boy she had fallen in love. He was as a matter of fact the only odd boy she wanted. And to think how greedy she had been those times made her regret everything.

No other man had made her feel the way Inuyasha affected her. The sense of responsibility for the irresponsible half-demon-half-human seemed like a part of her life. And she would continue showing Inuyasha the world he thought were nothing but terrorizing and intimidation. She wanted to show him how great life could be without having to turn into something she didn't want him to be.

But she had no control over his life and she didn't want to get in the way regardless. She wouldn't anymore.

"Inuyasha," she whispered. "I..."

I can't say good-bye. No! I won't say good-bye, yet!

And with that thought, she slowly pulled herself down the well, gasping loudly as she looked up at the last view of Sengoku-Jidai, the beautiful sight of the clear sky and the clouds rolling by, as if waving at her farewell. Her tears left her eyes, and she quickly choked out one last loud sob, watching as the sky began to disappear...

Watching... as a red blur crossed the view and a figure cried out her name hazily. And she was left to silently cry and sob the pain in her chest out.

"Inuyasha," she whispered delicately, reaching out a hand towards the darkening figure above.

"...I... I think..."

And the last thing she knew was the purple light engulfing her, as it quickly turned black and left her benumbed and tired, closing everything around her as the life she had hoped to have with her beloved faded away like the morning breeze, the fireflies moving in around as of souls like a newly found companion.

The last image that came to her mind as the darkness swallowed her... were the pictures of a happy 'undead' miko in the arms of a blissfully delighted hanyou, and the sudden images of children running around them.

And I thought that... we always wanted to be together. But it's just a dream. But it's okay. So long as... you... and I are happy with what we've got. Right?

The tears overflowed her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. But she waited until she disappeared, smiling as the thought of Inuyasha finally being happy with someone he loved so much with his heart traced around her breaking heart.

Inuyasha... I think I love you.

—
Like trying on lots of clothes that are in fashion
Surprisingly greedy, almost dumbfounded
—

...It hurts... it hurts, Inuyasha. Because... you saw me as Kikyou in the beginning. And now... now, you'll see me as Kikyou again in the end.

What a coincidence, huh? The irony it all makes... sounds a little funny... doesn't it?

"No!"

He didn't want to see her like that! He didn't want to deceive himself again and think of Kagome being Kikyou again. No, he couldn't bare hurting her again.

He was too late to stop her from sliding down the well. He had been in too much of a trance, aghast at Kagome's statements and arguing with his own thoughts again.

And now, it was too late. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't ask Kagome to come back anymore.

She... she's suffered more than me... I don't know what I'm really suppose to feel... but who cares, anyways... I was always Kikyou to you.

That made him angry and it snapped him from his trance, forcing him to bound off his perch and run towards her. Only, it was too late.

"K—Kagome!"

He streaked across the well and stood to look over the darkness. His heart clenched even harder and the anger in his eyes turned soft as he fought the urge not to let out an emotion he had been trying hard to hide ever since he was a kid.

He shut his eyes and angrily rubbed his wide-sleeves over them and turned to look down the well. The strange sunlight ebbing from above glinted down certain spots down the well, strange drops of silver glitters dancing around inside. He cringed at the smell of salt and the soft whisper Kagome had self-proclaimed to him.

He dug his claws unto the wood and growled lowly, the wind unexpectedly turning up. He ignored the sounds his sharp hearing could hear. He ignored the smell his sharp nose could scent. He ignored the sharp sight of his eyes as he closed them tightly; thinking how he had had done the right thing.

I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice. You were... smiling. And the way you faked it... it hurt me. I-I'm sorry... Kagome.

'Well... there's still Kikyou.'

He paused to look over the well again.

Kagome...

He couldn't think about anything or anyone but her. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He only wanted to be with her. Only her. And now that she had left him possibly for good... what was he to do now?

'There's Kikyou.'

What about her?

'Well... Kagome wants you to be with Kikyou, right?'

Yeah... and...?

Sarcasm reached his thoughts.

'Aaand... Maaybe... you should go to her then?'

Inuyasha frowned and still observed the dark well. Without thinking, he reached out a hand to grab the darkness inside. He wanted to extend and grab her, he wanted to just hold on to her and never let go. Unfortunately, that dream never happened.

Frowning, he pulled his hand back slowly, wondering what in the hell he was doing. He could've sworn he had seen Kagome's hand reaching to snatch him. But it was something he knew would never happen again.

Go to Kikyou. I should go to Kikyou now. Kagome wants me to. I can't deny her anymore. I can never deny her.

He delayed to gaze down the well one last time, a look of desiring longing in his eyes, a longing and ache that ebbed away his fake form.

He pursed his lips as her divine scent started fading away, crying a soft protest as leaned over the well, frantically trying to find her scent in his nose.

N—No! I'm losing it!

He tried to move forward a little farther but his thoughts stopped him to his tracks.

'No.'

He paused and straightened his back, still glaring down.

'Don't break her promise.'

I know.

He gradually turned around and started walking towards Kaede's hut, his face shadowed underneath his bangs. Even now, he missed her terribly. Her absence had already driven his senses crazy and he tried as much as he could to stop them.

'Aren't you going to say any last words?'

No.

His answer was a reflex, and eh already knew that question would be asked. And his answer was as positive as his voice wasn't.

'No?'

No.

'But-'

I can't.

Inuyasha looked at the afternoon sky, that longing still clear in his golden orbs. He closed them afterwards and persisted his walk, softly smelling that scent which slowly faded and faded and faded... until it was suddenly gone and that would be his heart's cue to cry out in anger.

And if he were to say good-bye... she would nevercome back.

—
Having you glope for love while making an innocent face
The courageous me is being childish
I've already realized how stubborn I'm being
But the more I love you, the more it gets in the way
My sweet emotion
—

And he didn't want that to happen. No... he would never say goodbye to her. And if he were to do so... he wouldn't see her ever again. Unbearable yet willing, Inuyasha turned around and walked away.

I love you, Kagome. Only you.

The End.