Untold...then Forgotten by gothic fuzzball

Chapter One

Don't own InuYasha.

gothic fuzzball--'Sup dudes! This is may first fic here. I think I might leave it a one-shot 'cause I'm not sure if I should continue.

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Sesshomaru's POV

I did not return the feelings of the woman, Sara. From when I saw her and heard her flute, it held no meaning. However, I sympathize with her, I suppose. She and I are the same. Her one-sided love for me can be likened to mine for another.

She is appealing to the sight but not of great beauty, the girl I feel for. Many have surpassed her with their physical appeal but that was all they had possessed. She has internal beauty. Her loyalty, her kindness, her rebellion, her temper, her thoughts, her love; all of these make her glow with a radiance the no other had. I guess I have to contradict my first thought. She is more than appealing, more than beautiful. She is perfect. I love because she is perfect and she is perfect because I love her.

I sound like a love sick fool. I know I do. I hope admitting it makes me less of one but it probably doesn't. I took me so long to admit it. That interest grew to admiration to obsession to love. I am utterly and completely in love with a mortal girl.

But with all this love I feel, there is also much hate. Hatred for loving him. For loving him, for staying with him, for caring for him. And he leaves her, pushes her affections away because he is uncertain, confused and she stays. She always stays. Then I stop hating her. Her devotion further proves her worth.

I could not bring myself to hate Sara or her feelings nor could I return them. We were the same.

I remember the day she died. She pleaded with me to kill her or rather what she had become. I tried my Tokijin although I know it was in vain. I tried because she was there. Only one thing for certain could work and I knew it would lead to him saving her yet again. But I saw it; it was embedded in the ground. I doubted he could make it in time. So, without much thought I tried. I gripped to handle of the sword. It had burned but I held on to it for her. I wanted to protect her so very badly.

Tetsaiga, just once lead me your power. Just once, l want to be the one to protect her.

With one stroke, the demon was destroyed and Sara's soul free. I figured what the others were thinking, and I'll let them. I had no chance with her anyway. Since all she saw was him. But for a second, I noticed something unreadable in her eyes when she looked at me. Maybe...no, I will pursue her no longer. I will not be like Sara. I left the area. I can't be burdened with her any longer; however I will not deny I am in love. I love Kagome.

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Kagome's POV

We sit by a campfire. InuYasha is grumbling something about Sesshomaru. Hmm...Sesshomaru. I've never seen him like that. Come to think of it, I hardly see him at all. I was nice to. I smile to myself. What he did makes me think...

"Kagome, are you okay?" Shippo asked with a lolly pop in his hand. I sigh and take it from, telling that I'm fine and it was too late for sweets. He pouted but didn't protest and curled up next to Kirara. Where was I? Oh.

I think that he has a heart.

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gothic fuzzball--Kinda short, but I like it. I will continue! Well, L8ER, DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!