InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Incorrigible ❯ Right on Cue ( Chapter 11 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this bit of mischief… especially for the one who's so quick on the uptake. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on November 29, 2007.

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Right On Cue

“Go! I can handle this!” Inuyasha barked over his shoulder as another burst of energy erupted from the enormous youkai, narrowly missing him. The blast sent a hail of rocks clattering around their heads, and Kagome hunched her shoulders protectively in an effort to shelter Shippo from falling debris. Tetsusaiga blazed into readiness as the hanyou set himself between them and their attacker. “Now, houshi!”

That was his cue.

Strong fingers closed around Kagome's upper arm, tugging her away from the battle scene, up the nearby slope, and into the relative safety of the trees. Miroku steadied himself with his shakujou as he pulled her along, grateful to find a suitable niche. Once inside, Shippo squirmed free, scurrying onto Miroku's shoulder and looking back the way they'd come, nose and tail quivering. Kagome was trembling.

That was his cue.

A warm hand found her slender shoulder, offering comfort, and to Miroku's delight, she accepted it, leaning into him. Companionable silence stretched, and he lifted his eyes to scan the skies, hoping for a reassuring glimpse of Kirara's flaming wake. They waited for what seemed like forever before they heard the Wind Scar roar into existence, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. Shippo sighed in relief, and Kagome straightened eagerly. It was over. Within moments, a red-clad figure bounded into view, golden eyes fierce with triumph—golden eyes that flicked meaningfully towards the arm that still circled Kagome's shoulders.

That was his cue.

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End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community iyissekiwa and their theme for Contest 40—Hold. 243 words.