13I'm poor college student who can barely afford food, much less the rights to Inuyasha.
He admitted, though not out loud- he wasn't stupid- that when he had first met Kagome, he had thought of her as an 'Ugly Human.'
While he hated to be in agreement with anything that his half brother said, it was true, they were weak, slow and usually smelly- from the high courtiers, who lathered themselves in expensive oils to the peasants, who worked in the fields. Humans were not all that pleasant.
His mother had been what most of his kind would call an 'Ugly Human', but she was his mother and that made her the most beautiful human in the world, at least to him. He still recalled her silk soft hair, and the pleasant smell of her many robes.
Then there was Kagome.
He realized slowly as days and weeks went by and he would see the strange girl curl protectively around a kitsune kit, who was not yet strong enough to hold one form or the another, as she slept, that she was not ugly like other humans.
It was not a sudden punch to the gut; nor was it a sudden forceful revelation. It was a silent realization that came to him one afternoon while sitting next to Kagome, who dozed in the shade of a tree. Her hair lay around her head, the shadows of the leaves and sunlight making dapples upon the inky blackness.
'She's beautiful.' Inuyasha thought. He did not suddenly shake the thought away- he turned it over in his mind, examining it, poking it, prodding it until he was satisfied with the thought.
She was beautiful. Like his mother, but for a entirely different reasons.
Kagome accepted him. That's what made her beautiful. She taught him to accept others. That's what made her beautiful. Because of her others in the village accepted him. That is what made her beautiful.
His mother as a hime could not make others do what Kagome could do. His mother had been restricted by her position and title, as Kagome was not.
This he pondered as he ran his fingers through Kagome's hair, mindful of his claws.
Yes, his Kagome was beautiful.
It struck me while writing this that youkai are probably not the best judges in what is beautiful, as they are either perfection, i.e. Sesshoumaru, or either really ugly like the general hordes of youaki that appear upon occasion.
And in all honesty the more I wrote this, the more I realized its not the physical beauty that our Inu is referring to, rather it's the beauty of the soul.
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