pc32_fics | The Wait

Kagome ran her hand over the arrow scar in Goshinboku, absolutely certain that 500 years away, InuYasha was doing the same thing.

“A whole year without you,” she murmured, each word like a drop of acid on her soul.

An entire year without his gruff brand of encouragement. An entire year without Miroku’s brotherly advice, and the laughter of her girlfriends here couldn’t hold a candle to the pleasure of Sango’s smile.

Were they taking good care of Shippou? Were Kaede’s joints still bothering her?

Had InuYasha moved on?

That was the most painful thought of all.

Kagome’s eyes roamed to the well house before she turned back to the tree, kissing her fingers and pressing them up against the worn part of the trunk. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel him, could hear him moving behind her, could convince herself she felt the slight weight and warmth of his hand over hers.

'Wait for me, InuYasha. I will find a way back to you if it’s the last thing I do.’

‘I’m waiting for you, Kagome…’