A/N: The theme for this drabble was black
Disclamier: Rumiko Takahashi owns InuYasha and I do not, nor will I make any money from this.
He is wrapped in bandages, but I know what lies beneath. His flesh is charred and black. It is an appropriate shell. He tries to hide the madness, but I sense what is kept behind his facade. His soul is twisted and black. He speaks of her kindness, but I see the truth. His love for her is possessive and black.
Soon the time will be right. I will spin my web and he will welcome me into his darkness.
Ah, we become one.