Carry

He tucked himself in snugly under her kimono again. What a sweet girl she was, Kagome-dear, and the taste of her skin so addictive. He could stay here all his life, if he were allowed it, just to be carried along whereever she went, smelling her scent and feeding upon her blood once in a while.

This was life, he reflected. Nothing to do, nothing to think about, just enjoying the simple pleasantries.

If it weren’t for that lout Inuyasha, it’d be perfect.

Well, this situation wouldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, they’d find the last pieces of the Shikon, and Kagome would go back home, and he would join her. Such a sweet future together; just him and her and no Inuyasha to drag them into problems.