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The wind felt so good in his hair, cool and gentle. His eyes were locked on the luminous silvery orb above him. It was beautiful,
in a haunting, lonely way. So beautiful.
"Inuyasha?" The
girl with long, black hair called up. "What are you doing up there?"
"Nothin'." He replied irritably, not moving his eyes from the mysterious moon.
"Why don't you come down? I can't sleep and no one else is awake." She asked, watching his shadowy form stir.
"What do you need me for?" he growled irritably, he didn't want to see her tonight, not with the moon drawing
out such old memories.
"Company's always nice." She replied gently, wanting
him to come down.
"Feh.Go back to sleep, Kagome. We're gonna be
walking a long way tomorrow." He told her, hoping she'd let him alone.
"Fine, I can take a hint." She said angrily, and stormed away.
Inuyasha frowned inwardly, he hated it when she was angry with him. She'd be fine by morning, though. That was
Kagome, swift to anger, swift to be calmed. Kagome. She was the same to look at her. The same long dark hair, the same long
legs and arms, the same iron determination. But she was different, Kikyo was different. Kikyo had been graceful, like the
wind itself, and she rarely smiled. Kikyo had been sad, and Inuyasha believed that she wouldn't have been so sad without him.
Kikyo was old before her time. Her eyes were so dark, they had seen such death and fear, her heart was so cold, that even
when she loved, it only went as far as her loyalty. Kagome, though, Kagome was not graceful at all, and more often than not
landed in a heap on the ground. Kagome was proud, Kagome was smart. Kagome smiled. She smiled easily, and she did it most
often when she was around Inuyasha.
The moon holds
such memories, Inuyasha thought. "You won't let me forget will you?" he asked bitterly. In a way he supposed it was better
this way, that he couldn't forget, because now, he would never let Kagome get hurt the way Kikyo had. It was my fault. He
reminded himself, "I never should have left her alone. I should have stayed with her that day."
Kagome leaned against a broad tree just outside the camp. She didn't want to wake Sango or Miroku. She couldn't
let them hear the tears she felt in her chest. "Why do I even care?" she whispered to the moon sadly. "Why does it even matter?"
she knew the answer and hated the moon for not saying it for her. As if the moon really hears me, as if anyone really hears
me." She said bitterly, laying her head down on her knees and crying softly. After several minutes, sleep overtook her there.
Someone had heard her words, though, and they struck him to the soul. Inuyasha had never regretted treating
anyone so in his life, but now he did. "Kagome." he sighed and gently picked her up, careful not to wake her. He carried her
back to camp and lay her down on the bedroll next to the small kitsune. "Kagome, I hear you." he sighed, leaping back into
the tree, but not facing the moon this time, now his eyes were on the silent form on the sleeping bag.
Kagome opened her eyes a crack, she could feel some eyes on her. She caught sight of the crouched form in the
tree, and she smiled as she drifted back to sleep. "Inuyasha."
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