Eh...just something I did when I was depressed, but I added on to it. Basically, Ayame and Inuyasha have been friends forever, but Inuyasha gets hurt while Ayame is away on some tribal matters and she doesn't come right away and feels really shitty about it...whatever...I just like the romance at the end...just some more confetti to read.

Umm...by the way...I always forget to do this, but...I don't own Inuyasha. (Otherwise he wouldn't be with Kagome, but Ayame...ee)

The battlefield had been a gruesome place for Inuyasha just recently. He had not won his last fight and he was damaged terribly. I quickly walked into the treating hut, but stopped at the sight of my best friend wrapped in so many bandages. My eyes became clear and glassy as I tried to hold back my emotions. I was so scared for him. As soon as I entered, he turned his head to look at me with a tired expression.

"Finally you came," He said with a grin as he attempted to get up. I gave him a little nod and he smirked in return. I watched as he tried to get up. He rested his palms on the ground as he attempted to get into a crawling position, but just as he did, I could see his arms trembling with the weight of his body. Just as he was about to collapse, I ran to him and kneeled beneath him, sitting on my calves as I gripped him and held him to me, cradling his head to my chest. I began to cry, and he could hear it.

"Oh Inuyasha…" I whispered, so sorry I had waited so long to come and see him. I buried my nose in his hair and cried silent tears. I regretted being so late once again, for this very moment was so similar to the first time we met.

Inuyasha was just a young boy. He had finally graduated out of toddler stages and was five years old. He and his mother lived in a rather wealthy village. Inuyasha always tried to be apart of the children's plays, but it only ended in him being spat upon and cussed at. He could never understand why until his mother told him exactly what the loathful word that people would call him meant- Half breed. If it werent for that one day, the now grown hanyou woud probably have blood still left in his heart. Thinking back, I remember it clearly.

He came running toward a few boys all dressed in fine kimonos bouncing a ball. They seemed to be playing some sort of game, and I could see he was interested. He came over to them, a big eager look on his face, asking them if he could play. They frowned upon him and gave him dirty looks from under those ridiculous hats they wore. No Halfbreed! They hissed, This is for humans only! Inuyasha gave a rather confused look, but remembering what his mom said, he returned back with a smile. Well I'm half human. He pointed this out, hoping it was enough. They boys broke out laughing, holding their stomachs and bending forward. Stupid halfling! That's what makes you half! One boy spat upon the poor kid while the one holding custody of the ball bounced it off his head. Ow! He cried, Stop it! Yet the boys smirked at one another and threw it at him again. Inuyasha tried to block it, but as soon as he brough his head up from a crouching position, it was thrown again only to hit him in the face, making him fall on his back. This released another brawl of hysteria as the boys laughed and spat on him some more. Running up to him, they began kicking his sides with their black, pointed shoes. Get up you pathetic excuse for a being! They were snarling and the poor half demon was just crouched up in a ball on the ground, taking hits. I hate your hair! It's so long! The big, dumb one said, beginning to pull on it.

I regret just standing and watching for such a long period of time. Even at such a young age, I knew exactly how this poor boy felt as he lie crouched on the ground, being abused. I could almost see the sorrow and anger building in his body with every blow. It didn't take long for me to hear the whimpering cries of submission.

Now, as being part of a wolf clan, hearing a whimper of submission is a retreat in which you release the trapped being from its punishment, but these boys were not letting up on the poor hanyou. Feeling a rush of anger myself, I did what my instincts told me to do and ran out of the sheltering bushes I had been hiding in and darted straight toward the scene.

"Hey!" I remember calling, "Leave him alone!" I recall the strange looks the boys gave me, trying to decipher what exactly I was.

"Are you a Halfling, too?" One boy smirked at me. That made me furious.

"No! But even if I was, I would be happier being one than being pathetic, weak, stupid, humans like you!" I growled with fists clenched in front of me.

"Ha! Stupid demon! Fighting for a worthless hanyou!" They began laughing again.

"Rrr! Shut up!" I hisses as I grabbed two razor sharp leaves from my pelt and threw them like my grandfather had instructed me towards the criminals. They quickly fled, seeing as they were in danger, though they didn't know I couldn't really kill with those weapons yet. But that was besides the point—Once the boys were gone, I turned around to see the hanyou kid still crouched on the ground, hands covering his eyes. I knelt by him and took his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. "Its okay, those idiots are gone."

Slowly he cracked one eye, beholding a golden orb. He didn't say anything, but instead got up and dusted himself off after I helped him up. He seemed alarm as soon as he got up for his head turned from side to side as if he was looking for some strange monster. "Don't worry, I saved you." I gave him a big cheery smile and gently held his wrist again in reassurance, but he unwillingly jerked away.

"I didn't need you to save me." He huffed. My expression changed as quickly as his did.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, I don't need help from wimpy demon girls!" he snorted, though I could see tears in his eyes. For some strange reason, I came forward and hugged him. I gave him comfort only a friend could give, and even though I didn't even know him, we were friends…or rather…we would become friends. I knew he was hurting, and that was all I could do, and surprisingly, he accepted and I soon heard sniffles upon my shoulder.

Reflecting back upon that day, I held him tighter as I cried harder.

"Ayame-chan…" He was blushing. I could feel the heat in his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I sobbed into his hair. I felt so horrible for waiting so long.

Hearing my words, he sat up, to look me in the face, his hands resting on my hips as I held him balanced by his elbows. "It's okay," He said to me with a soft look upon his face. "You're my best friend. I know even though you weren't here, you still were worried."

At his words I came to hug him again, glad he wasn't upset at me. "Also Ayame, I didn't just call you here to come see me because I was injured…" His voice began to trail off.

"Then what for?" I asked, relieved that he wasn't heated over my absence. I waited for his reply with a big grin until I saw the seriousness and reddening color within his complexion

"Well, I was wondering, Ayame, that once I complete the Shikon Jewel and once my enemies are defeated…as my closest…would you come live with me?"

With a wide smile, I replied. "Of course I would, Inuyasha! How could I pass up such on offer as to live with my best friend?" The happiness I thought he was feeling as much as I was, soon faded when his expression became serious again, as if I had let him down in that moment.

"Ayame…I don't want you to come live with me as a friend, but as a…" He didn't finish, but it was enough to make my heart pound.

"A-as a what?" I needed to make sure it wasn't all in my head.

"I've known you for a very long time, Ayame, and my feelings have grown increasingly stronger over the years…I found I've fallen in love with you. I don't want you just as my friend anymore…but as my mate…"

I stared at him with wide eyes. He was proposing to me…and it was beautiful for what I knew him as. I was so happy, for I knew I too had fallen in love with him, yet never had the guts to tell him. Hearing that made me overjoyed and I cried out my answer. "Yes, Inuyasha! Yes! I will! I love you, too! " I quickly leapt into his arms and felt him lean forward to capture my lips with his own. Out of such disaster, came something so beautiful.