Miko-Sama had arrived, under the impression help was needed to slay a demon. Staring with the same devastating expression as his mother. She refused to purify him and cried out his name.
Dashing through fallen snow, and sweeping him into her arms, She glaired with stormy eyes of a dazzling blue-grey. As a verbal battle ensued around him.
Suddenly his assassination had become a courtyard spectacle. Feared soldiers reduced to blubbering idiots, incapable of subduing one foolish girl.
InuYasha watched her from a darkened corner of the room as she talked to herself.
She pretended to dislike him, failing when the glances he caught her stealing were, too honest, warm and kind, filled with a fondness he couldn't understand.
Though she was an awful liar, Hahaue didn't know if she was trustworthy. He wanted to find out. Till then, her usefulness inside the Shiro, was debatable.
"Isn't it your bedtime?" Kagome snapped, turning over, trying to ignore little InuYasha's constant stare.
"Can't Sleep." He answered, his curiosity still unsated.
"Go to bed. At least try to sleep." She pleaded.
"What if I stay?" InuYasha asked quietly.
"I'll get mad." She answered, begging the question he selfishly wanted to know most.
"Do you hate me?"
She yawned. "No."
InuYasha sat and watched her sleepy eyes flutter closed.
"Night, night." He whispered, tiptoeing through the door, and leaving before his mother could discover him there.
"InuYasha." With ears twitching, he looked back, she was still asleep. He smelled saltwater in the air and growled.
Always hating it when girls cried, InuYasha went back to wipe away her tears, and
tuck her in, giving the blankets an extra pat for good measure.