A/N: To new comers. Welcome! I'm glad you decided to test out my fic, I hope it doesn't disappoint. You should treat this story as a special treat you only indulge in rarely...because that's how I treat it. Which is why it may go years without being updated. No worries, though, each chapter can be considered a one-shot.

Warnings: None that I can think of for this one. Can the pairing be considered a warning?

Canon: Well it's set in canon-verse. That's 'bout where it ends tho.

Disclaimer: As always this series belongs to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. Many thanks are given for the creation of Inuyasha. Forgive me for using them for my slightly-probably-questionable purposes.

"What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil" -Friedrich Nietzsche

Trapped

"Why do you keep doing this?" she demands as they stand in the moonlight.

He stands a few feet behind her, close enough to touch but far enough to not invade her personal space. He moves closer, feeling a slightly vindictive satisfaction at how she stiffens.

They are a stark contrast to each other. She, in her knee-length petal pink dress, bare toes cushioned by the summer grass; and he, clothed in dark tones to blend in with the shadows. She looks him over, not for the first time,

He needs more color.

I want her darker, he thinks at the same time.

"Why do you keep doing this?" he parries. She falters and frowns.

"I guess we both have reasons we don't want to share."A rueful smile

…or don't want to admit.

"Hm." His aloofness makes her lips twist into a frown.

"Hm," she mimics, and his indignant expression causes her lips to twitch, upwards again. He gazes down at her shining eyes and marvels at how bright they remain, despite everything he's done, everything they've done. Her soft lips are stretched in a wide smile for him. This surprises him.

He does not like being surprised.

She gasps, her heartbeat loud and swift in his ears, hair tangling with his as he enfolds her in his arms.

He smirks in satisfaction. Now he isn't the only one.

She is stiff at first, but then, slowly, uncertainly, she begins to relax. She hugs him back and twines ebony locks around her fingers. He presses his lips to her neck and smells the blood rushing just beneath the fragile surface of her skin.

Why do you keep doing this? The question is written plainly across her features as she glances at him through dark lashes.

"Because only you understand." His breath against her neck sends chills down her spine.

"Understand what?" She asks.

"Me." And he allows her only a moment for this to sink in before he captures her lips with his, with no intention of ever letting go.

And she realizes she is caught in the spider's web with no way out, but she is okay with this.

Because the spider is caught too.

(-)

In the Forest of Inuyasha Yin and Yang harmonize, and the namesake of the forest is overcome with a strange chill.