Aome Desnuda: Imagenes Inuyasha

Kagome turned to Inuyasha. His ears were twitching, but not from anger. He was staring at a small display in the corner of Gallery Four. It was a single, simple photograph: a weathered red haori draped over the Goshinboku’s root, with a modern schoolgirl’s yellow backpack leaning against it.

“Keh,” Inuyasha said softly, but his clawed hand found hers. “It’s not a waste of time.” imagenes inuyasha aome desnuda

“Fashion,” the hologram said, “is the armor you choose for your soul. I did not just draw your clothes. I drew your decisions . Inuyasha’s red says ‘I will protect you.’ Kagome’s white says ‘I will heal you.’ Sesshomaru’s silver says ‘I need nothing.’ But you… you who are looking into the mirror… what does your fashion say?” Kagome turned to Inuyasha