A/N: Words can't express how happy I am with all the wonderful reviews that I've been receiving! I'm so sorry I took so long! I didn't mean to torture you all! I just got writer's block and then my computer died and went to hell, and then it came back again. Yay!

Inuyasha is a merciless assassin who can never satisfy his lust for blood. His life is full of lies, cheating, drugs, sex, and killing. And then he is hired to kill a girl who is different from all the others, and his bitterness is put to the test. Can she change him from the monster he is?

Chapter 5

Those eyes were eyes that Inuyasha knew all too well; a voice he knew all too well. He gazed into the eyes of his mother. He let his burred eyesight soak in the appearance of his mother, the reality of her arm brushing his hardly reaching his brain. He couldn't comprehend what was occurring, but he didn't care. For the first time since the night his mother had been murdered, he allowed himself to become a child again. His tears flowed, held in for so many years, and he laid his head against his mother's shoulder, melting into her soft and loving embrace.

"Where did you go?" he asked her.

"You know where I went, my little Inuyasha. I've been keeping an eye on you."

"From heaven?" Inuyasha asked, looking into his mother's eyes. They, too, were moist with tears. Yet Inuyasha knew that those tears were dry with death.

"Yes, my little Inuyasha."

"Why did you go?" he asked, although they both knew the answer to that question.

"Some people," she began, looking into Inuyasha's eyes, "Some people are filled with hatred and callousness. Your father was one of those people. My son… I've been seeing so much of your father in you. I came because I'm dying all over again watching you turn into him."

"I have so much hate, mother. I only love you. I wanted to save you. I couldn't, mother. I couldn't save you."

"No one could have saved me, my little Inuyasha. Even if I lived, I would never be safe from your father."

"I would have protected you, mother. I'm sorry that I made one mistake. I promise I'll do better!"

"No, my Inuyasha." She shook her head. "You don't understand. We can't change the past, my little Inuyasha."

"I'm bigger now. I can save you, now." Inuyasha tears had disappeared and had been replaced with frustration. "I just need one more chance."

"No, Inuyasha. There are no more chances left for me this time. You still have chances, though. You need to love again, my baby. You need to be loved. Let her in."

Inuyasha looked up at his mother sharply. She saw the confusion in his eyes and smiled softly. He knew she had no more words left for him, and that he wouldn't see her again after this. Even in this fleeting instant, in the arms of the ghost of his mother, he felt like everything was right, but he knew that she was right. The past was far away, now. He couldn't change the past. His mother was dead, and she was just coming to say good-bye again.

"Don't leave yet," Inuyasha said softly, though he knew the answer was that she had to. She smiled one last smile at her son.

"I love you, my little Inuyasha. Good-bye."

He watched sadly as she faded, but when the apparition of his mother and faded into the air, there was another person in her place, with their arms around Inuyasha.

"Kagome?" he asked, seeing the older face of the little girl that had sat here with him those many years ago.

"Inuyasha. How are you?" she asked, pulling away and looking into his now dry eyes.

"Could be better." He grinned at her in a "that's life," way. He was confused at what had just happened, but realized while gazing at Kagome that he had just seen his mother in her. He was shocked at how alike they looked. They both had the same beautiful smile and the same deep, loving eyes that could see through anything. They had the same soft features. He gazed into Kagome's eyes in a way that he only had for when he looked at her. Even when they were little children, they had shared the special relationship that only two innocent kids could share. A relationship with no bounds and no secrets. Somehow, that was still there after all these years. Their eyes spoke enough words that they didn't have to say anything for a while.

"Were you talking to your mother?" Kagome finally asked.

Inuyasha looked at her, confused by her question.

"You were talking, and I was here, but you weren't talking to me…" Kagome looked into his eyes, letting him know that she understood.

"Why did you ask me here?" Kagome asked. "After all of these years, you called me today."

"I've been thinking about you a lot, thinking about my mother. It will be ten years soon. A decade. I guess that's why."

"I understand," Kagome said, kindly.

"Can I get you a coffee or something?" Inuyasha asked, turning on the charm.

"Sure," Kagome replied, giggling and standing up. Inuyasha realized that her laugh was different form all of the other girls. It was genuine.

"My car's over there. Did you walk here?" Inuyasha asked her.

"Yeah. Nice car!" Kagome exclaimed. She skipped to the passenger door, running her index figure over the black exterior. Inuyasha pulled his keys out of his pocket and clicked the button to open the door. Kagome jumped in and settled into the, once again, black interior.

"Cool! I'm not used to luxury like this!" Kagome explained, smoothing her hands over the leather.

"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head at Kagome. He started driving towards the café.

"Well, my father kinda left my mom about six years ago. Ever since then, things have been really rough. It's hard for my mom, you know, raising me and my little brother on her own. So we can have a lot of the things that other kids have. I get a lot of my clothes from the Salvation Army, and I cant really ever go to the mall to shop or anything."

She spoke comfortable and freely, not minding that she seemed to be sharing quite personal information with Inuyasha. Seeing his puzzled and surprised expression, she spoke again.

"It doesn't really bother me. I have a fun life. My mom is really nice, and me and her are really close. My little brother is a goof, and he always makes me laugh until my sides hurt. I have friends, and I'm pretty popular. I have fun, you know?"

Inuyasha was taken aback. His entire life was focused around making money and spending it, and he enjoyed material things a lot, yet Kagome seemed to see past all that. She was happy with the little things that she had, like friendships, despite her lack of material belongings. He reached for her hand, attracted to her outgoing, free-willed personality. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes as he clasped his hand on hers. She looked shocked at first, and he eyes widened slightly, but a second later her lips formed a peaceful smile that made even Inuyasha grin. Quickly, though, he replaced it with the usual cold gaze, remembering why he was in the Ferrari with Kagome, remembering that this was his job.

"Here's the place," Inuyasha said, pulling up to a busy little café on the corner of a busy street. Inside, however, the café looked peaceful and comfortable inside, and it was.

As soon as they sat down on one of the couch, Inuyasha holding a coffee with no milk or sugar, Kagome cupping a hazelnut latte, she started talking animatedly. Inuyasha grinned, despite himself. Damn, this girl could talk!

She took a little sip of her latte, then set it down lightly on the table and pulled her legs up onto the couch, sitting cross-legged. Inuyasha saw that despite her "Salvation Army" clothes, she had amazing fashion sense and looked just as beautiful as she would were she wearing some Abercrombie outfit. She stopped her jabber (something about some prank her brother pulled that morning involving a toilet and a rubber duckee) and gazed at him.

"Why did you want to see me? After all these years?" her voice was serious and concerned. She was remembering the night they met.

"I've thought about you every day since that night, Kagome," Inuyasha began. He acted his job in that instant. He hated lying to her. He hated what he was going to do for her in the future. He hated the thought of killing her. But he loved the idea of the money and of life too much. He didn't let his inner conflict show, and suddenly he realized that he wasn't lying to her. He was speaking. Really speaking. "I think about you every night before I fall asleep and every morning when I wake up. I remembered you as a child, and then pictured you, as you would look now. And here you are, here with me, close enough for me to…" He stopped, and she looked at him questioningly.

"Close enough for you to..?" she encouraged.

"Close enough for me to… kiss you…" he whispered. And then, he did.

A/N: Don't kill me! I know its short and kinda out of character for Inuyasha and especially for the character he's supposed to be in this fic, but I needed to end it with somethin cuz my little sis is bugging me to let her on the computer. Trust me, he won't be so OOC in the next chapter. SORRY! REVIEWWWWW!