An Education by UnknownRandomness

Stop Guessing

A/N: I'm very sorry for the horrible form, but it's on purpose - to show Inu's inner crazy thought process. I hope it's not too confusing.

Prompt: Guess - To form an opinion from little or no facts.

Word Count: 526

If he had to guess, he would say that Kagome was in love with the bastard. If he had to guess, he would tell you that she had abandoned him, her, his only friend, the one who had promised to stay by his side, had shattered their agreement, had forcibly wrenched it apart with her cruel hands and beautiful smiles just so that she could run to the demon who had made his existence a living hell from the very first day. 

If you let him, he would recount the many times she had jumped in between their fights, just before he was about to rip that fucking prick's head from his fucking neck, he would tell you how much pleasure he would take in separating his head from his body, how he would hold it aloft like a trophy. Or, if he wanted more than that, not to revel in the blood and the gore and the draining life of his half-brother but just destroy him, utterly and completely - erase him from the present and the future with the sword that he had tried to steal from him like he stole everything. He would do all of this if she would just keep out of the fucking way.

He wouldn't let anyone tell him, least of all her, that he was bitter from the events he had endured as a child, the horrors he had lived through, he wouldn't listen to that shit, he was a killer, plain and simple and if they forgot that he would remind them, he would remind them with every demon he killed, tearing through flesh like it was paper, no something even weaker, like flower petals. He wouldn't kill them because he couldn't, he didn't even know if he wanted to anymore - he didn't know what he wanted; he had wanted to be a full-youkai to kill the bastards who had kept him down, had kicked him when he didn't even know what it was to be loved, so hate had become the norm and then she had come, all smiles and acceptance and ignorance, ignorance of how horrible this world is and he worried.

He worried that she was going to be corrupted, corrupted in every way, made sick and tainted and no longer what she was and why couldn't she see that everything was for her, he didn't want her to be different from herself because she was his saviour, she was more of a kami to him than the gods were, she was everything and nothing all at once but now it was mostly empty because she had taken that fucking hand with the striped wrists - not his hand, not his hand and it made him so angry, he was full of rage and hate and pain but he couldn't say it, say anything, because they always took her side, the right side, not his, so he had to simmer in his fury and wait to burst.

If you were to ask, Inuyasha would tell you all about how he had guessed, constantly, constantly guessing. 

He had to guess because he was too afraid to ask.