(A/N: Hm… Yokai-Shadow was the one that said 'Do one from InuYasha's P.O.V., so… thank her!!!! Me? I never thought about it so… -sigh and hopeful smile- I hope you like it! As you can see, it's the exact same thing, but from InuYasha's point of view!)

Fire was everywhere as a little baby cried out, his hands curling into his mother's kimono. She stood, holding her baby as her palace burned to the ground, her eyes filled with tears. Slowly, the crying of the baby finally reached her ears and she bent her head, smiling at him as she nuzzled his face, cooing soft words to him. "Hush, little InuYasha."

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

InuYasha stumbled away from his mother's dead body, his head reeling at the stench of death. Turning, he leapt away, tears stinging at the tips of his eyes. The villagers would think he killed her. They would blame him for his mother's death. 'But I did it, didn't I?' he thought, his amber eyes moving to the ground as he raced along. Tears slowly spilled out of his eyes. It was because of his birth that she was dead. He was blaming himself. Raising an arm, he whipped away the tears. "Grown men don't cry… and I'll have to be grown now…" he muttered, speeding away into the night.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Amber eyes narrowed as a young hanyou leapt away from an oni's sword. He flipped mid jump, but a hand crashed into his side, throwing him into a wall. Blood slowly welled up in his throat as the oni kicked him in the stomach. He closed his eyes painfully and coughed violently. Finally, he hit back, his claws raking through the oni's shoulders and across the neck, severing it. InuYasha fell away; this was the first creature that hadn't been an animal he had killed… or more over, had meant to kill… Turning, he ran from the carcass.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

He watched her, day in, day out, keeping an eye on a miko who didn't need his help. Quite the opposite; she despised him, and his kind. Still… he felt drawn to her. They were both lonely, both outcasts… they had so much in common… 'But she's pure and I'm just… a half-breed,' he thought dejectedly, leaning against a tree and closing his eyes. Still, he reasoned, watching her move along with the children of the village with so much damned familiarity, she was… He couldn't really find the words for it… but… 'I… I guess I love her…' he thought, and liked the idea. InuYasha had cut himself off of all emotions for a century and a half now… 'Yeah… I love her…' Years later, he would realize he had half forced himself to love her.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

'I can't believe she did this to me… made me trust her only to turn around and try and kill me!' InuYasha thought angrily, darting into the village. The ropes couldn't contain him, and he used his claws, golden streaks emanating from the sharp edges, to cut them. Darting into the shrine that held the Shikon no Tama, he used his sleeve to cover his nose. Smirking, he grabbed it and jumped away as arrows fell uselessly about him, a lantern falling over and blowing up. "Keh," he muttered, looking to the jewel as if it would agree that this was right. "Too bad! With this, I can now become a real yokai!" With another chuckle, he landed, running and leaping off of the wood. His name, yelled in pure and utter anguish, made him whirl around, but only for a second. 'So…she's come to finish me off?' he thought, something inside of him twisting in pain. Turning away, he jumped, but something ripped through his left breast. With a cry, his back hit a tree, and his hand, the hand that held the Shikon no Tama loosened. He watched dejectedly as it flew from his grasp, hitting the ground, bouncing, and landing softly, rolling around as if to find a comfortable position to laugh at him. Lifting a hand, he reached, not for the jewel, but for Kikyo. "Ki-Kikyo… Bitch… how dare you…?" The question died on his lips as he fought for consciousness. 'Shame… well… I guess, even though it turned out like this… but I… I just wish…' And he was gone.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Something was tickling his nose, making his breathing calm and even, and it smelled so… Wait, what? Breathing? Feeling in his nose? Ok, something was messed up… His eyes slowly opened and his jaws stretched as his throat, raw from being let to just sit there for a while (who knows how long!), attempting to say something. His ears twitched as a shout reached them. His hand flinched, claws at the ready, as he lifted the hand up, his head rising with it. Amber eyes narrowed at where the shout had come from. A malicious grin spread across his lips as he muttered, "I can smell it! I smell the girl who killed me. She is coming closer." 'No for the stupid arrow…' he thought, reaching for it, but a sharp pain ran through his fingers as he attempted to pull it out. 'NANI!?' he thought, eyes widening at the cruel rebuke. "KUSO!!!!!!" The pitiful panting of a girl attracted his attention at as a scantily dressed Kikyo stumbled in, a centipede yokai hot on her trail. 'Why isn't she fighting back?' he thought before calling out to her as she fell before him. "Oi, Kikyo! What are you doing with that wimpy centipede?" She looked up, her face ('DAMN, she's even prettier than I remember!') puzzled. "It's alive?" It? IT? 'I'm not an it' "Settle this with a single blow, Kikyo. Just like you killed me." What was up with that damned puzzled expression!? "What are you looking at me with that silly face, Kikyo? Have you lost your powers, Kikyo-sama?" Kikyo looked livid! Standing up, hands drawn to fists at her sides, she shouted, "Wait! Kikyo? Kikyo!? What do you mean Kikyo? My name's-" "Its here." The centipede came from the trees, moving to Kikyo's side, her lips drawn back to- Arrows struck it and pulled it away from the fallen Kikyo. 'Oh for the love of…' "Heh, what a disgrace, Kikyo!" "Why you!" She scrambled to her feet. "Don't make a mistake! I'm not Kikyo, as I told you before!" She made her way towards him and he shouted, shoving his face into hers. "Don't be pretentious! No other girl smells as disgusting as you!" 'Wait…' He sniffed the air around her… No scent of incense, but instead of sakura blossoms and some other weird scent… like… flowers… As he surveyed her further, he caught small differences. Her eyes were wider, more childlike and innocent, her hair, blacker and wavy, falling about her face like a hood, and her skin tanner, from days of playing outside. "You are… not Kikyo?" "See! My name is Kagome! Ka. Go. Me!" He looked away to hide his look of surprise. "Kikyo is more feminine… and beautiful." It was a lie… but… The extremely pissed off look was worth it!

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

InuYasha ran his fingers through Kagome's hair and breathed in her scent. How could he have ever though that he could throw her away? When they had first met… he had tried to… kill… her… His claws traced her jaw line as he watched her before taking a step forward and lowering his lips onto hers. She started against him, but pulled forward, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck and pulling him down towards her. InuYasha's heart leapt in his throat. He truly loved her… he really did…

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Kikyo stood behind him as he punched the ground by the Bone Eater's Well. Tears scratched the ends of his eyes as he stared hopelessly at the wall before him. 'Kagome…' she had seen him and Kikyo together… He had gone to tell her he had mated and that it was over, honestly but… Why, at that particular moment… right then… 'Why did she have to see… that' he thought, fangs digging into his lip. But he couldn't find it in himself to be angry, he really couldn't. 'I mean… why should she trust me? I've gone off to Kikyo more times then I really should've…' Kikyo laid a hand on his shoulder. "She is gone, InuYasha. Come with me to hell… you may yet see her again." He nodded and looked back, catching a smirk. 'She doesn't care,' he thought, standing, his head bowed, bangs covering his eyes. 'She doesn't care that I feel as if my heart has been ripped out and stamped on! But… she's right… I can watch Kagome from hell…'

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Claws pressed into InuYasha's palms as he watched Kagome live without him from the netherworld, have a pup, his pup, raise the girl, became a grandmother, and… 'She shouldn't have had to go through that… I should've been there…for her…' But there was no going back, no changing the past. All he could do was just sit and watch. Kikyo had long since gone, and Kagome would soon come to him. A bitter smile spread across his lips as he watched their grandchildren play with the family dog, falling on top of her back, growling like little demons. Their skin never bruised if they fell, and their knees never skinned if they skidded to a stop. His eyes slowly moved to the dieing Kagome in the other room, talking quietly to their daughter. Slowly, her breathing slowed and stopped, and he closed his eyes sadly. She would be joining him soon, forever. Since her soul's job had been fulfilled, she didn't need to be reincarnated so… The hanyou turned away. Five hundred years had been a long time, stuck in hell with a bitch that didn't even care. He could only wait for Kagome to come. And now… she would. The miko who had once jumped five hundred years back in time would see the hanyou who had been pinned to a tree for fifty years and had waited for what felt like all eternity for her. And damn, if they weren't happy now, hell would fucking freeze over, let them go be ghosts, and be damned happy on earth!

(A/N: Well, that's it then, isn't it? Hope you guys like InuYasha's point of view! The song sure fit... though the ending was hard to do... I couldn't really find a good why to end so... Tell me what you think, by pressing that little button down below... That's right... Comon', move your mouse- NOW! NO, KEEP GOING! DON'T GO AWAY! Damn... lost another one. Ah well, please, review and tell me how I'm doing! Yasumi!

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