This came to me cause I thought Hakudoshi was the cutest frickin thing on the planet! I'll do as much as I can on it!

She was different from anything he had ever seen. She had no darkness that overshadowed her. The little darkness she had was thrown away easily, just like everything else about her. He had seen it all when he explored her heart. She hid everything from view so perfectly, without flaw. Only he knew how tragic her heart was, how pure, yet how twisted. She had darkness like anyone else, yet she bottled it up under a falcetto of happiness and a facade of cheer. She was truly powerful in his eyes, yet mislead by all this "good" and "evil" in his mind, all was just a blur. You do what your told and oyou live, to disobey means death. Living this way never disturbed him, but now it annoyed him. He saw the way she lived. Their lives were very similar. She had to fight to survive, she had to listen to orders. Simply because she wasn't a trained warrior. She was just Kagome, and he was fine with that. That wan't meant to be an insult to her. She was so speacial, so different that the only way to describe her was Kagome.

Kagome. How could the girl confuse him as she did? How could she handle so much emotional breaking? How could she handle death so well? She was the one that always seemed the least affected by death and pain. What was so different about her? Everyone with her treated her like a delicate flower, like she was emotionally and phsyically unstable. But it appeared that she was the only one who truly was stable. And for that he admired her all the more.

Unlike him, she had no true obligation to stay in the past. No reason to risk her life day after day. Some said it was because she loved Inuyasha, but they were wrong. He had seen into her heart, into her very soul. She didn't stay for guilt, nor for "duty" or "honor". She did it to escape. She escaped a boring world. She lived off the thrill she got in her life and death situations. And he enjoyed that aspect of her. She really was no better than other humans. She was just.. different. And...he'd admit it. She was better. No one captured his eyes, which admittedly, hadn't really seen much in his short time.

He had another encounter with her. He could barely keep his eyes of the feisty miko as she screamed at the stupid hanyou. Honestly, what did she see in that idiot? Which brought up another thought. What do I see in her? he wondered to himself. He had caught her staring back at him, and smirked evilly. If only, if only.

How many times had he wished he was older so that he may satisfy his urges? He was much to young for her. He knew it was just a twisted obsession.

It was just his Twisted Affection.

NOTE: this is NOT a oneshot. It will be a full on story.