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Inuyasha was a half-demon, everyone knew that. There was no hiding the scent of daiyōkai on him and the smell of human. Those he kept close didn’t care, kagome’s little band of misfits that he found himself apart of. Well…is forced to be apart of, obviously, not because he likes them or anything. But that insecurity was always there, lingering in the back of his mind. Let alone once a month on night of the new moon he turns human. It isn’t ideal, he’s weak and useless. He remembers everything…at least the THOUGHT he did. Because he was still himself in that form, there wasn’t any way that memories were hidden from him. Unfortunately. He was wrong. Because he woke up, demon form returning, in a random shack. The scent of cherry blossoms and sex in the air, and a very naked woman sleeping next to him.