breaking little twigs with my feet, and underneath is a road that's so steep

[distrustful]

It had only been a few hours since I woke up to find myself fully human on a night other than the new moon, and I was already starting to crawl out of my skin. It wouldn't have been so bad if all that happened was me losing my powers — frustrating though it would have been, there was some part of me that wondered if life would have been easier as a human. Not just in childhood, but also since deciding to live with Kagome. To live among humans. The longevity of a hanyou made that difficult.

You knew, in your heart, that you would eventually lose everyone.

The problem was, I knew at least one person who had become a hanyou in my stead. And all around the city were people who were picking up strange abilities, clearly without any idea how to manage them, or where they even came from. The chaos put everyone in danger, civilian or law enforcement or otherwise.

And there I was, seated in the park without any additional powers of my own, with nothing but a rusty, chipped sword at my side to show for it.

On the bright side, now that my hair was black and ears had shifted down into a human position, fewer people stared. No one immediately marked me as a danger if I decided to make another round through the city, looking for any other telltale glints of silver hair.

I heaved a deep breath, expression thunderous as I sat. And thought. I almost missed that pesky little Myouga bouncing around on my shoulder. Even if he didn't always have a solution to my problems, he was decent for tossing ideas at.

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[unseentides]

I had to do a double take. A triple take, really. It was clearly InuYasha, I'd know his face anywhere, but the things that made him so distinctly him – his ears, his silver mane – were all different. He looked like any other human, and I was almost hesitant to approach him. "InuYasha?" I asked, stepping closer, prepared to apologise and flee if I'd gotten it wrong but so certain it was him. I didn't want to draw attention to it all, either, I didn't want to make a big fuss, but I'd have felt worse if I'd just gone on without saying anything. I know that mentality tended to get me into a lot of trouble, but in Darrow, at least, it did mean I had fewer regrets.