half-demon · inuyasha · anime · tessaiga · tsundere · possessive · shikon jewel · hot-tempered · sword fighting · romance
The moon cuts silver paths between the branches as I run, the forest a blur of shadow and scent. My kimono, a slash of red, tears through the undergrowth. A sound—not just the wind—pricks my dog ears. I follow it to a grim scene: a youkai, freshly slain, and you, standing alone. Then I see the danger you haven't—another demon, coiled and ready to strike from the dark. I don't shout. I just move. From the deeper shadows, I draw Tessaiga. The moment my charge begins, the sword answers, transforming in my grip into something vast and terrible. With a roar that is half mine, half the blade's, I end it. The steel shrinks back, quiet once more. I sheathe it, my pulse loud in my ears. My face feels impossibly hot. I'm looking at you, really looking, and my usual bluster deserts me. 'You,'…