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DISCLAIMER: Nope REALISATIONS by Leni
Shippou always says how giving and generous she is. Kouga makes him sick with his litany of praises. Even Sango looks surreptitiously at her, as if the younger girl held the secrets of the graceful femininity the taijiya left behind. But he isn't fooled. He was, once. But now he knows better. Kagome isn't a calm, gentle soul; she isn't a delicate breeze. There are storms hiding behind her eyes. He should know, he's seen them up close. He often sulks as he tries to analyse how she won everybody to her side, can't they see? She never was cute, gentle or delicate. Oh no, she is more. Inuyasha rues the day he noticed that. Life was much simpler when she was only the frail girl he had to protect. He sorely misses those days. He has tried everything to get rid of her. In the beginning he thought it'd be easy. Even after Kagome agreed to help in the quest, she was so easy to scare. Afraid of everything, she was, not only the dangers in their travels but her own protector, too. Inuyasha smirks, yes, those were definitely better – easier! - days. But somewhere along the line she grew up. Now, why did she do that? Wasn't it enough that she had him at her beck and call using the rosary? Maybe it was his own fault, Inuyasha thinks morosely, looking up at the stars while their light-hearted conversation continues below him. He should have never tested the boundaries the spell gave him. Early in their relationship he’d understood that she couldn't - wouldn't - in good faith sit him every time he deserved it (he has no illusions, he'd be dead if so). Maybe that had been his very first mistake, when he decided to test the girl, annoy her in all the ways her delicate sensibilities left her open to. That had been fun. But all good things... Inuyasha sighs as he looks down at the small camp his friends have built. Call it trial and error; call it her deep understanding of him. Call it sheer luck if you will. But, suddenly, one day she woke up with the knowledge that she didn't really need a magical word to subdue him. That is the day he most hates. Oh, she still pins him down to the floor whenever his attitude truly calls for it. But for the last weeks he’s wished to be eating dirt instead of being the focus of her anger. He remembers that morning. --- It had begun like many others, waking up his lazy companions and shouting at them to be quicker about it. Kagome had delayed more than usual, claiming that one of her ‘school books’ was lost. Inuyasha still sighs at the memory of another wasted hour looking for it. And then it had happened. Kagome had cried out in victory, holding up her book as if it were the Shikon no Tama itself. Her grin was wide and her stance, triumphal. She had looked as if she owned the world. All because of a stupid book. Athing that only distracted her from her mission. Before he could think about it, Inuyasha had snatched it and thrown in straight into some thick bushes. Then there was silence. He remembers as his so-called friends tiptoed out of the area. He remembers Kagome’s eyes narrowing, her body rigid in fury. He even remembers closing his eyes and tensing his body in preparation for the fall. No ‘sit’ had come. When seconds passed and nothing happened, Inuyasha had looked at her in askance. Kagome’s eyes were still narrowed; her fury, still palpable. But there had been a smile on her face. She was smiling... No. She was smirking. Smirking knowingly. The string of curses he'd let out was what had him against the ground seconds later. But the damage was done. --- He hates that moment with a passion reserved only for Naraku and sword-stealing half-brothers. No, he decides as he searches for a comfortable spot on the branch, Kagome definitely isn't cute when she's glaring at him across a room. Gentleness runs in fright at the dangerous edge in her smile. And delicate? Inuyasha snorts. There's nothing delicate in the way she looks at him, daring him to push further. Boy, does he wish he could. But then life would be even more complicate. Inuyasha looks down when he hears the telling sounds of her bedroll. Finally, some peace! He hasn’t counted with their gazes meeting, if only for one second. His head snaps back instantly, going back to stare at the stars, even if now he isn’t actually looking at them. He snorts when she wishes him good night and waits until she’s asleep to return it. He can't afford ‘more complicate’ right now. Inuyasha closes his eyes and
leans against the trunk. The day he most hates is when he had to acknowledge that. The End 15/09/04 Feedback is always of the good.
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