InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ After an Afternoon ❯ Untamed and Untrained ( Chapter 1 )

Note: Wow. Overwhelming responses from people wanting an Inu/Kag fic, and a few that thought that “Sleeping to Dream” was one.

 

I love the pairing, too…I just had a couple of ideas for the Sess/Kag one (btw: the stories sort of—and only sort of--go together. I'm beginning a series with Knotted Kite Strings) The deal with “Sleeping to Dream” is that it was a one-shot—yes, about Kag and Sess.

 

However, this story, one that I had been playing with for some time, is dedicated to the other Inu/Kag fans out there. I hear ya, kay? Here it is, “After an Afternoon”—another Jason Mraz song--following my tradition of using lyrics as inspiration: Let me know what you thought of the outcome—my 1st Inu/Kag.

To listen to the song, email me at idiosyncrasy132@yahoo.com with a request, and your email address. I will send it as an attachment. It really is beautiful, so long as you like acoustic (and boy, do I ever!)

Disclaimer: I own neither the song nor the characters…though I wouldn't mind having both Inuyasha and Jason Mraz… *cough*in bed*cough*

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“Bare my windowed self untamed and untrained

Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults

If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall

 

“Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart

Where you have offended my faith and my trust

Until all is lost into the beauty of the day

 

“But there's something in the way you laugh

That makes me feel like a child

Aspects of life they confuse me

You and your thesis amuse me

 

“After and afternoon with you

And your rich brown eyes

Your lips and dark hair

Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling

After an afternoon

 

“Face to palm

Tear to tear

Mouth to tongue

Heart to ground

I am in love.”

-Jason Mraz, “After an Afternoon”

…One…

“I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained

Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults

If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall”

The red form bounds before the group of walkers. Ears swivel amid a mass of unruly silver hear, and amber eyes flash in the early morning sun. Mist twines its way through the trees, caressing each branch shyly, like a timid admirer. The sun catches in the mist and, as it streams through the branches of the trees, creates bright shafts of light that pool on the ground below. The air is sweet with the smell of last night's rain: pine needles and wet grass.

Though he watches the area diligently, the young man absorbs none of its beauty. His mind is elsewhere. Rather, he is at a very nearby location, about two hours before…

He watches the sun as it rises, bleeding a full spectrum of color into the pale but welcoming sky. His leg dangles lazily over the branch. The warmth of the sun reaches his contented face, as he leans back against the trunk, twenty feet above the ground. Or, he is nearly contented. He cannot help but glance at the small, sleeping form on the ground under his tree: how she would exclaim over this beauty. Then, looking at her, he would tell her that yes, it was. As was she. But he would never let her know that. He whispered it to her every morning as he watched her sleep…and each night before he slept, falling into dreams of her. But never, never while she was awake. Never when she might overhear…this was his true flaw—his only cowardice. What would he do if she responded wrong? How did he even want her to respond?

The girl has been with him for two years now. They spend more time together than apart, and she knows him inside and out. She seems to accept his flaws, and maybe even…the fact that he is a hanyou. My shame and the cause for the early loss of his childhood. ..the first person that he knew that accepted this about him. Even his own mother had had trouble accepting his dual heritage. What would he do if his…. best friend did not…could not… She is that isn't she? My best friend. She accepts my nature, though I know she finds it wild and crude sometimes, and loves me in spite of it. He suddenly stops running, and stands in the middle of the trail. She loves me. But how? Just as her wild friend or…?

The thought is too much. He bounds off, feet barely touching the dirt road. Though he had been going at a manageable pace before, now, the humans cannot keep up. The young silver-haired man fails to notice the concerned expression on the face of the dark-haired girl that had been on his mind all the while.