This is the last chapter of Picture Perfect. I want to thank all of my readers and reviewers; you guys are the ones that inspire me to write fanfiction. I hope you all enjoyed Picture Perfect, check out my other stories and review please! Happy reading


"Your turn Inuyasha," Shippo said. "I wanna see what you took pictures of."

"Tough luck," Inuyasha said, slipping his envelope into the sleeve of his haori. "You won't get to see them."

"What! Why not?" Shippo exclaimed. "I wanna see them."

"Inuyasha, why won't you show us them?" Kagome asked.

"Cause they're none of your business; they are my pictures," he replied.

"Kagome, Inuyasha's not being fair," Shippo cried. "We showed him our pictures."

"Maybe Inuyasha's pictures aren't meant for the eyes of women and children," Miroku said mischievously. "Have you been taking pictures of some of the village beauties Inuyasha?" Miroku's comment was followed by a swift punch to the back of his head, courtesy of Sango.

"You wish monk; you're the only lecher around here," Inuyasha said as he walked out of the hut.

"That was strange, even for Inuyasha," Sango said, cracking her knuckles.

"I'm gonna go see what's up with him; I'll be back soon," Kagome said, rushing out of the hut.

Inuyasha sat on his favorite branch of the Goshinboku, carefully turning through the stack of pictures in his hands, taking extra care not to tear them with his claws. He was pleased with how well his pictures had turned out, but he didn't want the others to see them. The last thing he wanted was for them to start teasing him; besides it wasn't any of their business anyway. These were his pictures and if he didn't want to show them to the others then he didn't have to.

"Inuyasha," Kagome called as she walked toward the Goshinboku. "I know you're up there Inuyasha. Come down."

"Keh, make me wench," Inuyasha replied.

"Do you really want me to make you?" Kagome said darkly. "It'll hurt."

Inuyasha froze; he did not want to be sat, especially since he was pretty high up the tree. "What do you want?"

"Why won't you let anyone see your pictures?"

"Why is it anyone's business?" he replied.

"Well we all showed you our pictures; it's only fair that you show someone your pictures," Kagome said. Inuyasha jumped down, quickly scooping her up before he jumped back onto his branch. "Could you warn me next time," she said as she got comfortable. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Keh, stupid mortals," Inuyasha replied, handing her the pictures. "Here, you can see them, but no one else."

Kagome shook her head as she took the pictures from him. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't want the others to see them, but she was touched he would allow her to look at them at least. She began to flip through the pictures, a blush rising on her cheeks. There were so many pictures of her: her playing with Shippo, her practicing her archery with Lady Kaede, her laughing with Sango, her looking into the flames of the campfire. There were pictures of the others mixed in, but most of the pictures were of her. 'No wonder he didn't want the others to see them. Shippo and Miroku would tease him endlessly.' She was struck by how well Inuyasha had taken the pictures; every shot made her look like a goddess with her rosy cheeks, her porcelain skin, her ebony hair flowing. "Inuyasha, these pictures are beautiful; I've never seen myself look so beautiful."

Inuyasha blushed slightly, muttering something under his breath. He was worried about how Kagome would take the pictures, would she sit him until he reached the center of the earth? Would she be creeped out by the pictures?

"I remember when you took this shot," Kagome said. "It was right at this tree." As Inuyasha began to run out of film, he knew he had to make every shot count. One afternoon as he sat in the Goshinboku he noticed Kagome sitting at the bottom of the tree, enjoying the warmth of the sun. He called her name, causing her to look up with a smile before he took the shot. "So which is your favorite picture?" she asked.

Inuyasha took the stack of pictures, silently flipping through it. "This is my favorite," he replied softly, slipping the picture into her hand.

Kagome smiled as she looked at the picture. "I think this might be my favorite too," she said, smiling. It was a picture of her and Inuyasha leaning against the side of the well, talking instead of fighting for once. Inuyasha had his normal smirk on his face, telling her a story as she laughed, her hand going up to her cheek. It was the perfect picture of them while they were at peace. Kagome turned toward Inuyasha, smiling at him. "It's us."