Pretty Eyes by SeeYa

Pretty Eyes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

I just wished to hold your hand.

I knew you hurt because of the wounds my brother had inflicted on you, and not because of remorse over feelings-

my feelings, that you couldn't return.

How could that be, when you had no knowledge of my affliction? My affliction of you?

I wanted so much to trace your tears.

The tears you shed for Rin.

I finally knew why youkai were never seen crying.

Your tears were red, bloody, and smelled of metal and soil and... tears.

I never knew that a smell could express an emotion.

They were a testament to your love for Rin.

They were also a testament to the man you were beneath that cold veneer.

The gaze of your sad eyes struck me.

How was it that you seemed to feel as I did?

You who were grieving for my brother's foolishness, and your own folly for falling in love with him.

How was it that already, your eyes were luring me away from the grief that threatened to swallow me in all its glorious misery and oblivion?

The epitome of strength and confidence had been stripped down to.. you.

Just for that moment, we were as one.

And although I knew that come the next morning we would return to our respective positions and part ways, I reached out for you.

Your touch was soft, and cool.

I know not of what our surroundings were then, only that all my senses were tuned to you.

A human being, a female with a strong set sense of human morals, and my brother's companion.

You had your hand on my cheek, as if to support the weight of my sorrow as you licked away my.. tears? I remember that moment clearly. Your tiny tongue on my skin, cleansing it of my anguish was the only thing that told me of my beast's mourning.

Your cheek was hard, and warm.

As I touched your skin for the first time, I was aware of my heartbeat,

of each ray of waning sunlight and each breath of wind.

You seemed so lost.

Your frighteningly pale complexion was highlighted by your red tears and crimson eyes, yet I couldn't feel fear.

I knew that it was your beast mourning for the loss of a loyal pack member.

I knew then that, for that instant in time, I would do anything for you.

In Rin's memory.

In Shippou's memory.

Revenge could wait. I told myself that as I found myself leaning into your touch. Into your care.

Revenge shall be sought. To think otherwise would be foolish.

We were both killers in the name of good, yet it wouldn't matter to either of us should this - avenging our children -

force us to cross that line of good and evil.

But perhaps if we took the extra time to heal before the bloodletting began, we could redeem ourselves.

I know not of how long we stayed as we did, half-way clothed and half-way in love. In the moonlight we entwined our bodies like serpents, comforting each other with what we didn't have. It was when I first entered you that I realized that what likened you to myself so was not my brother, and instead your adopted son. That single tear you shed, as clear as the purest quartz, spoke of what you were releasing into me even as I released part of me to you.

I felt it- even as my eyes finally released their first tears, as my body finally allowed me to grieve for my lost son, you were letting loose the care and warmth you wished to bestow upon Rin to me. Rin was the one creature that you would have given your life for, that you would have given your entire kingdom just to ensure her happiness. Your love had nowhere to go without her.

You looked like a changeling dropped from heaven to me.

Your raven black hair and your pink skin, eyes that seemed to reflect everything I felt..

Perhaps that was what you were.

Even my beast handled you with only the utmost care.

No blood was spilt that night,

the night before the days of endless battle and slaughter, except my tears.

You touched me as if I were made of porcelain.

I touched you as if you were my anchor.

Perhaps that was what made it possible for us to wash out our inner wounds festering with old hatred and new rage.

Heaven knows we could have become an evil greater than that which we fought against had we not been healed that night.

That night in the moonlit glade.

I know not where you are, or even when you are.

I do not even remember your voice.

But I know that a part of you still lives in me, runs through my blood and beats on when I can't.

I still remember your eyes.

A/N: Terrible, isn't it? *ahem*

Of course I'm speaking of Sesshoumaru and Kagome's plight - not the writing!! Oh, well. We all have our moments when we suddenly feel like writing a dastardly piece, and then rubbing salt into that wound by showing it in public. Bah!

Thanks for reading!