InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brief Moments ❯ Winter Moonlight ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi


Winter Moonlight



The moonlight was bright, bright, against the snow.  It looked untouched where the pale light brushed against it in between the shadows of the pines, they too bearing their load of white frosting.  The wind was almost still, just a small tickle against his skin, an icy breath, and the air was growing colder by the hour.

InuYasha stood in the front of the small hut.  There was a thick layer on snow on the roof, proof of how little the hunter’s shack had been used lately.  He had wondered if the game had all been hunted out in the area when they had arrived here, but he had no trouble hunting up their dinner.  The smell of it roasting tickled his nose as the smoke from their fire drifted out of the hut to disappear into the midnight sky.

There was more to the night scents than the smell of cooking; somewhere nearby, an owl traveled through the night, silently gliding, no doubt looking for his own dinner, and there were fresh scents of fox, too.

His ear flicked at a noise behind him - the soft sound of a doormat being lifted, the rustle of a straw cape, quickly followed by the soft step of two small feet on the bare earth of the path he had cleared from the front of the hut earlier in the day.

“It’s getting too cold for you to be out tonight,” he said, without turning around.

“I was wondering what took you so long,” Kagome said, resting a hand lightly upon his arm.

“It’s just...” he started, but he really didn’t know how to say what he thought.

“The moon’s almost full,” she said. There was a note, almost sultry in her voice. It made him take a deep breath. “Maybe that’s it.”

“Maybe.”  He turned to her.  There was a sparkle in her eyes where moonlight touched them, and a look of secret, amusing knowledge dancing on her lips.

“And here we are, all alone, with Atae safely at Miroku’s.”  She reached up, brushed a finger across his lips.  “The moonlight giving you any ideas about what to do about that?”

Suddenly, the magic of pale light and shadow disappeared, to be fully replaced by the magic of the woman in front of him. He grabbed her hand, kissed her fingertip, and smirked.

“I’m sure I can think of something,” he said, with a rather predatory tone. Before she could react, he had picked her up, and headed into the hut.

“Don’t you want dinner first?” Kagome asked as he carried her inside.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for, woman,” he said.

Later on, as he ate his scorched stew, he thought that maybe he could have at least moved the stewpot off of the fire.

“But it was worth it,” he said, and giving his rather rumpled but satisfied wife a fond look, ate another bite.