私は愛されるよりも何も望んでいない。

                                  I wanted nothing more than to be loved.

                                    知られるように、尊重されるように。

                                     To be known and to be respected.

                              小さい怪物のように扱われることがあります

                                      To be treated less like a monster—

                                              多くの人間のように。

                                          —and more like a human.

hanyou-inu:

Inuyasha merely returned the glare, not breaking his confident stride. As the Hime’s personal ‘servant’, he saw himself in a rank above them and he wasn’t hesitant to show it. Even if it would cost him a beating later. Wanting to make him sweat with worry, he retorted, “Keh. I take orders from the royal line, alone. Besides, if a couple bandits want her blood, I’d give them my blessing- it would end this spell so I can come back and slaughter you all.”

For the most part, it was true. If the Hime didn’t command him to protect her for this trip, he wouldn’t do squat about an attack- instead maybe run in the opposite direction, towards freedom. But, unfortunately, he knew they all had to be smarter than that. Hell, the guards might insist to the Hime that he’d be their shield or their scout or something.

Sighing, he glanced around the gardens, his eyes coming to meet the woman that visited him mere hours before. She certainly had the nerve, going against everyone’s wishes to merely see her hanyou pet. It made her a fraction more likeable to him. Though, now that he was outside of the place he called home, he was unable to meet her eyes directly as he had then. Vexingly, submission had been beaten into him so many times that it became a reflex.

When she dismissed the guard, he came a step closer before kneeling, bowing down in respect. “Hime-sama,” he addressed softly. Even if she hadn’t told him to play the part for others, it was how he lived his life up until now. The hanyou bit his tongue otherwise and remained as tense as a statue in royalty’s presence. However, he felt the air around them more bearable to breathe in as she relaxed her frame, causing him to lift his head curiously. When her gentle voice spoke, he glanced around, trying to take in the place he’s only been in a handful of times before. Inuyasha wasn’t made to take in beauty- he only knew violence, blood, and of course, the royal line.

She caught him off guard with her question, more so by the look she gave him. No one asked about his mother. She brought disgrace to the entire region by bearing a youkai’s child. Sadly, her great qualities were smothered by that fact alone. “… I do,” he answered, averting his gaze to look at the pond. His mother was the only memory he could turn to for comfort in his darkest days and he found himself trying so hard to keep every aspect of her fresh in his mind, even when she was long gone. “She passed away from illness when I was small… after everyone decided to enslave me,” he touched the cool beads, gripping them in his fist as he prevented more words from spilling out.

As the Hime listened she lowered herself to her knees before the Koi pond. Her fingertips dipped into the waters, witnessing as curious Koi took nibbles of her fingers before realizing she wasn’t the food that was usually sprinkled in the waters to sate them. Instead, some took to playfully brushing against the Hime’s fingertips as though to enjoy feeling the contact against their scales. Hearing the hanyou’s reply, Kikyou’s brows drew together as a sympathetic expression displayed itself upon her visage. “I see,” She cooed softly as she watched the Koi mingle beneath her fingers.

Kikyou watched as InuYasha’s grip tightened around the rosary and she felt her heart squeeze within her chest. “What was she like?” She had high hopes that remembering his mother’s qualities would somehow alleviate the tension she had forged through questioning him. The Hime had meant no harm; she was simply too curious for her own good at times. Despite the submission she displayed in the presence of others she had taken after her mother in her desire to be independent. She had forged her own way of satiating her curiosity through more discreet means of action.

One thing the Hime couldn’t deny was how obvious it was that he missed his mother. It made her all the more curious to hear about the mysterious woman. After all, who could be so strong as to bear the child of a youkai? She had to have known the prejudices that would follow and yet still bravely gave birth to the hanyou before her. In a way, Kikyou had wished she could lay eyes on the woman responsible for his existence. And moreso… what of his father? How could a youkai love a human? It was an occurrence that her people could perhaps never understand, but in the end… she wished to.

HA! And I finally found a good background to ease the pain of white as my miko’s background. c: It took a bit, but I’m finally satisfied.

Speaking of music players I updated my play list. I decided to try a different file hosting web site because it wasn’t working on my computer. We’ll see if the files continue to load so that my music can be enjoyed by everyone. Now I’ll just have to fix Kago’s playlist when I stop being lazy.

Twice by Little Dragon
My Immortal by Evanescence
Simple Motions by t.A.T.u
The Dumbing Down of Love by Imogen Heap
Traces (light and weight) by Enigma

c: Enjoy~