InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hanging by a moment... ❯ Flattery ( Chapter 50 )

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

Genre(s): Classic
Rating: A
Warnings: None
Word Count: 500





Inuyasha stared, mouth agape, his mind desperately trying to process what his eyes and ears were telling him. Kagome's brother had to be out of his mind. There, standing before him, was a slightly shorter version of...himself.

“Do you like it?” Souta asked, gesturing to the altered bright red yukata he wore, the shortened bottom of which was tucked within bright red hakama.

“Your style of suikan isn't made any more, so I had to cheat.” he explained, gesturing to how Mrs. Higurashi had cut the stitching at the top of the sleeves, creating the split-sleeve look so that his white kosode would show through underneath. The bottom of the yukata had been cut short as well so that the kosode would also show through the hakama slits.

Since no modern-day robe exactly matched the archaic style of Inuyasha's jacket a plain yukata had been the most economical route, especially considering the necessary adjustments that would've needed to be done to any robe, rendering it 'ruined' for its original purpose. The yukata actually looked pretty decent; the color was certainly a close enough match, although Souta knew the sleeves still weren't quite right. It would do in a pinch, though. His biggest concern had been finding a white wig with long enough hair. The ears hadn't been a problem; trimmed rabbit hide shaped and glued onto forms cut from paper towel rolls. He'd found yellow contact lenses easily enough, too, as well as press-on fangs and claws. A 'souvenir' katana purchased in a tourist shop hadn't set him back much on his allowance, either, and since it wasn't high quality and hadn't been very expensive there'd been no lingering guilt in the back of his mind as he'd roughed up the scabbard and hilt, making them look warn. The blade itself, or what passed for a blade, was shiny and new and not all rusty like how he knew the Tessaiga's dormant form appeared to be, but he wouldn't be drawing it anyway so that minor detail didn't really matter.

Standing proudly before his hero, feet bare and arms crossed, Souta waited for the hanyou's stamp of approval.

Inuyasha had heard everything that both Souta and Kagome had explained, about this festival called Halloween and how all of the kids at Souta's school were allowed to dress up in costume if they wanted to. He understood that part. What he didn't understand was why Souta would choose to dress up as him.

“Why...?” was all the hanyou could think to question, as he stood in the Higurashi kitchen, having arrived bright and early to bring Kagome back, catching the family, including mini-Inuyasha, eating breakfast.

Souta grinned, showing off his fangs.

“Because I always dress up as my favorite superhero.” he answered, adding, “But they've always been fictional characters, until now.” His grin widened, as did Inuyasha's eyes.

Across the table, Kagome and her mother wore knowing smiles.

Inuyasha's eyes softened.

“Keh...you look good, kid.”