A/N: Sometimes, I just feel the NEED to post something. I was in one of those moods today. I just wanted to write.

TOM

The discovery that I could feel sensation brought about ambivalence. It was certainly gratifying that my cover could transfer feelings of texture and temperature, but having the pain of being dropped on a rock and then having something that felt like a sack of cans thrown on top of me was most decidedly unwelcome.

She didn't seem to treat her belongings delicately and my aches attested to that. This Kagome must be a troublemaker of a witch. Most irritable and not at all charming if the frequent shouting and jostling were reliable indications. Her company was as boisterous as any Gryffindor. Her tone would sometimes be as humble as a Hufflepuff's though, and occasionally, a little Slytherin venom was thrown about.

Judging by the sounds and smells, she was an outdoorsman. Perhaps one aspiring to be a dragonologist or a caretaker of magical beasts? My mind has conjured up an image of a brawny witch with dirt smudged skin and calloused hands. It wasn't necessary that I know what Kagome looked like but it did not hurt to connect an image to a voice.

Third Person POV

Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the cover. She was considering leaving the black notebook behind. Really, there was no need to lug it back and forth across time when she didn't write in it anyway. But one never knows right? What if Shippo ran out of drawing paper one day? Kagome picked up the book and flipped through it absentmindedly as she spun around in her desk chair. How else could she lighten her load? Her toned body had become accustomed to Inuyasha's military pace but a smaller pack wasn't unwelcome.

Souta opened her bedroom door without announcement. "Kagome! Inuyasha's here!"

The girl automatically hid the notebook underneath her pillow and then made a face at her own actions. 'What was that?'

"What are you doing? Hiding your diary or something?" Her brother raised an eyebrow at her.

"No! I don't know why I did that. That was weird." She stood up and stretched.

"KAGOME! Let's go! Don't forget to pack the ramen!" The dog hanyou shouted outside her window.

She grumbled, "I'm coming," before picking up her nearly empty backpack and running downstairs to throw in some extra food.

TOM

I revised my earlier imaginings that Kagome was exceedingly masculine. She tapped on my cover with delicate nails and picked me up with small, long fingered hands. There were hints of calloused palms, but, for the most part, they were soft and warm. I shivered at the feeling. I haven't experienced human touch in a long time and even back then, I did not fancy the contact. I only accepted congratulatory pats from professors and the occasional intimate gesture from my for show girlfriends. If I had a corporeal form, I would feel a bit violated.

It took a while, but I forced myself to get used to the sensation and then focused on my other senses. She was flipping through my diary now. Oh! Thank goodness! There was hope! Write something! Anything! Or at least keep still on a page so that I may write something to you! ARGH! If I could, I would stun you right now!

She wasn't stopping. Why could she not be less of a tease while being bored? I closed my blind "eyes" and took a deep breath to calm myself. Ah...so she is who smells of cleanliness and vanilla chamomile. I guess I always knew but only now was I thankful for it because it helped in dispelling my frustrations. It also painted a more effeminate image of Kagome in my mind.

Suddenly, I felt myself stuffed between two clouds. Blankets? Pillows? Wherever she placed the diary, it certainly was comfortable, a stark contrast to wherever she normally puts me. How long has it been since I slept in a real bed? Was it always this pleasant?

And then I discovered she had left me there! That little….