A/N: A very short, rather pointless piece of randomness that I wrote when I was very tired. And very homesick for my significant other (2 months and I'll be home again...sweet!). This one's for you, lover.
Home
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Kagome looked out of her bedroom window, the nearly full moon casting a pale glow across the shrine grounds. She was home, yet why did it not feel like home?
Because he's not here, she thought.
Inuyasha.
Four syllables that contained so much meaning, so much emotion.
Every time they fought, she would run here, and where was it getting her? Only closer to realizing that this was not her home. Not any more.
But then, where is my home?
She could not, no would not, answer that. She knew it did not have an answer she liked.
She did not have a home in a specific place, so much as she had a home in a specific person. A specific half-demon person.
Kagome sighed. It was true. Even with all of the arguing, the bitter sting she felt when he went back to her and his need to always be right, she knew it was true.
Inuyasha is my home.