Fade

Is it no wonder I hate this wretched night? Any and every thing that makes me even remotely me is now gone. I look over at my companions as they talk over dinner and all I can see are the things that make them wonderfully who they are.

Kagome with all her inner as well as outer beauty and power, the girl all but glows by the fire light. She's sitting next to Sango, a trained warrior, that has this undeniable strength and determination that shows in everything she does. Across from them is the hentai monk with his amethyst eyes, staff and ofuda; he could probably charm the pants off of Sesshoumaru if he wanted to. Even Shippou has his talent for drawing, fox magic and probably more useful knowledge of the demon society than Myouga.

They are all glorious and wonderful in their own right and as a hanyou I fit right in with my silver mane, golden eyes and strength that defies my form and size.

…but like this–as a human–I pale in comparison. If it weren't for my colorful clothing, I would probably blend into the background in their presence. In this form, I could slip into any human village and be nothing special; because really, like this, I am nothing special.

Not like them.

I could easily fade away.