A/N: Right now I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm just writing chapter by chapter and we'll see how it turns out.

Disclaimer: He-he, almost forgot...I don't own Inuyasha and I don't want to, because I couldn't do it as well as the almighty Rumiko Takahashi. ^_^

Prologue: "Inuyasha"

He watched as her chest rose and fell. How her lips barely parted, and her head fell to the side. The girls midnight hair pooled onto the pillow, and she took in a deep, heavy breath that was soon let out.

Why did it hurt so much? Why did his chest tighten with pain every time he lay his eyes on her? "Because...",he replied to himself, "Because you can't have her baka." He shook his head in frustration, and let out a heavy, saddened sigh as he took in the sight of the stars above his head.

"Her eyes...They remind me of her eyes."

Eyes that shone and glittered like the stars in the nighttime sky, and smiled with a warmth so much like the sun's rays. They have laughed, they have shouted out with glee. But they have also leaked tears one too many times. Most of those occasions being the results of his harsh words. And most of those words said in fear of letting the truth be known.

Every time she cried it broke his heart. Every time she was sad he felt an overwhelming guilt. Still she was always kind, always caring. Especially when it came to him. And the thought brought a smile to his face.

The smile only widened as he thought of all the times he'd been wounded; both physically and emotionally. She was always there. Always telling him it'd be alright, and even though he knew it wouldn't, he couldn't help the comfort her words of understanding brought him.

"Argh! Stop it! Get her out of your head."

But he couldn't, and he knew he never would. Her smiling face was forever engraved in his mind's eye. Even now he could feel her hands on him; tending to his wounds, and leaving trails of goose bumps along his flesh. How could this girl, this human girl from the future make him feel like this. Make him forget all the pain, all the loneliness in his heart? All the hate and sorrow. How could she with a single smile, make him want to live another day just to see it grace her pretty face again?

He watched her as she turned onto her belly, and lay the right side of her face on the pillow, positioning both hands on either side. She mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, as she furrowed her brow, and pulled her lips into a frown. But as soon as it appeared, it went, only to be replaced by a grin and a sigh of "Inuyasha..."

At that Inuyasha's eyes widened from the tree he lay perched on and his smile returned.

"She's dreaming of me!" He thought as he fought the urge to drop to the ground and lay beside her, but then reality and the lack of confidence when it came to these matters kicked in.

"Feh...Right."

Just a half-breed...His whole life he had been just a half-breed. A good for nothing, dirty bastard. Too demon to live with the humans, and too human to be amongst demons. Never wanted, never loved. Not even Kikyo, who by the way claimed to care, loved him for being a hanyou. Instead she wanted him to change. To become weak, and mortal, so he wouldn't embarrass or shame her.

"But Kagome...Maybe she...No..."

Getting his hopes up did him no good. He'd learned this lesson through the years. Beginning in a time long ago, when he still had his childish innocence, and he tried to make friends of the village children, only to end up beaten and bloody. Sometimes the fathers of the boys would stand and cheer their kids, as the mothers stood by and watched emotionless. Still he did not give up the hope that someday he wouldn't be alone, and that is what led him to Kikyo in the first place. He doubted if he would have stuck with her for as long as he did if it weren't for both their needs to escape their solitude. But it all ended for him fifty years ago; the day she gladly pinned him to the God Tree with her holy arrow.

Still, Inuyasha had to wonder why he still ran to her. Why now, after all that happened did he run to Kikyo in hopes of being with her. Maybe it was because he was afraid to be hurt, afraid to move on. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was both.

The girl beneath him let out a small whimper, drawing his attention back to her.

Kagome was kind, but even she had to have her limits. And letting herself accept Inuyasha as more than a friend must have definitely been beyond her limits. So he had to settle for the unquestionable trust and comradeship she showed him. For the friendly smiles, and aid she gave him.

But, oh! How he wished;

"To feel her lips just once, to hold her and never let go. To wake up next to her warm body and enticing scent." What he wouldn't give to have this just once.

It had taken Inuyasha some time to realize he loved her, to realize these feelings had been there all along, and even longer to admit it to himself, and now it hurt like hell. Being so close to her all the time, but yet so far. He couldn't help but be jealous whenever Koga was around. She was always nicer to him, always took his side, and it hurt him so much his anger immediately surfaced to cover any trace of pain.

And she would end up 'sitting' him for beating the crap out of that wimpy wolf, and he would yell and call her a million things he didn't mean, and then when she'd had enough, she would run home.

ALWAYS running home to the other side of the well. ALWAYS leaving him behind with a mouthful of dirt and a heart filled with guilt. So of course he would mope around, waiting for her return. And when she took too long he would go and drag her ass back home. Because... "Because she belongs here with me, because I love her. Because maybe one day she'll realize I'm just a stubborn, hard-headed pig, and never come back."

And with eyes filled with hopeless want and longing, Inuyasha watched as the sun rose over the horizon filling the land with a golden glow, and swept over Kagome's still form on the ground below him.

~ * ~ * ~ *

Please REVIEW REVIEW AND...REVIEW. I really want to know everyone's opinion on this, and yes I welcome flames, or PRODUCTIVE CRITICISM, as like to call it; they let me know what's wrong with the story so that I can fix it. Just try to spare my feelings, write them nicely, I tend to get emotional.

If you have any suggestions, or comments, or corrections, or...ANYTHING just e-mail me or write a review, or two. I need help, because this is my first fic and I don't want to screw it up.

-Luminescent

P.S. There is more to this story. A lot more!