My friend is beautiful.
She's charming and bold.
We are both eight years old.
"D'aww, Yash," Kagome pulled him in for a hug. "Thanks so much!"
"It was really nothing," he shrugged. "It's your present. Happy birthday."
"It's sweet," she insisted. "I really like it 'cause it's from you."
Inuyasha smiled and brushed a hand through his hair. "Well, it's special 'cause it's for you."
Kagome rolled the small scrap of paper into a mini scroll and tucked it into her waist. "There. Now it'll be with me forever."
"You'll lose it."
"No I won't."
"Trust me, Kags. You'll lose it."
"I won't lose it, Yash."
"Fine, promise me you won't lose it."
"I promise."
"Swear it on blood."
"I'd rather lose it."
"I guess it means that much to you..."
"I'm not going to hurt myself, baka," she stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll pinky promise."
"That's for little girls," he crossed his arms.
"I guess I'm not that important to you then, am I?" Kagome sighed dramatically and sat down without another word.
Inuyasha waited for a moment. Then two moments. Sweat beads formed on his head and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She absentmindedly played with her hair humming a light tune. Inuyasha tapped his foot irritably and pressed his lips together.
"Fine!" Inuyasha gave in and held out his left pinky reluctantly.
Kagome smiled brightly and locked her pinky with his. "I pinky promise not to lose this poem."
Inuyasha grumbled and complained a little while after but Kagome only smiled and after a light hug, he quieted down. Inuyasha sighed. How did she always win...?