InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Non-violent Communication ❯ Osuwari!!! ( Chapter 1 )

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

AN:
Our greatest fear is not that we suck but that we totally rock the casbot, to paraphrase Marianne Williamson. (I used to think that was a Nelson Mandela quote, and he often gets credited with it as he used it in his inauguration speech)

That said, my new motto is "fuck it" and just write and post, no matter how unfinished I think it is, no matter how crappy. Hey, it's all cause, right? (as in making a cause to get an effect).
 
 
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and the gang are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. I do not profit from writing about them, except for a feeling of vague accomplishment.
 
Summary: Inuyasha comes to modern Tokyo to learn how to communicate better with Kagome. He ends up taking a class at the local meditation center - Non-Violent Communication!
 
Reviews: are lovely indeed! Please be honest, but please be kind!
 
Lemons will likely come eventually, but for now this is basically stage setting.
 
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Non-violent Communication
Chapter 1: Osuwari!!!
 
 
“Osuwari!!!”
 
For the thousandth time, Inuyasha was faced planted in the dirt. Growling, he struggled to rise. He could smell Kagome's tears, and heard the receding sound of her footsteps. She was heading back to the well.
 
`What the fuck, man!!' He could never seem to figure out what would piss her off or hurt her. And he seemed to do it a lot.
 
Rather than leap after her as he normally would. He sat with a huff, cross legged on the ground, hands tucked deep in his sleeves. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, yet he seemed to do it on a regular basis. He had to figure this out and nothing he had done til now had worked.
 
`Alls I freakin said was she wasn't nearly as bad at archery as she used to be. That's a compliment, damn it! Well, that and she had a ways to go to match Kikyo in control. But's its fuckin TRUE. What the hell is wrong with that? Even if Kagome isn't consistent, she can be far more powerful than Kikyo. AND she actually works WITH me, which makes us both more powerful. Then she just goes and freaks her shit when I'm trying to fuckin COMPLIMENT her! Keh! Women!!!'
 
Inuyasha continued to sit and brood. He honestly didn't get it. He couldn't decide if it was that she was just way too sensitive or if he was actually doing something wrong.
 
`How can it be me??? _I_ know what I mean! Its freakin obvious! And Kagome certainly is smart enough in every other area! How come she can't figure this out??'
 
He went on in this vein for a while before calming down a bit. He shifted, laying back on the grass with his hands under his head, staring up at the sky.
 
`Course, the monk and the slayer and even Kaede-baba usually seem to think its my fault. Bah! Maybe it's a human thing? Well, how the hell am I supposed to know that? I'm not a fuckin human!'
 
He paused.
 
`Course, I'm not a full demon either. I raised myself. I figured out what needed to be done and I did it! To survive. To be strong. I guess…I guess I never had to know how to actually talk to a human other than `get the hell out of my way'…or to figure out if they were going to try to kill me.'
 
Inuyasha's heart hurt at that thought, though he didn't want to admit it. No human had ever wanted to talk to him before although plenty had wanted to kill him. Even with Kikyo it was stilted and awkward and most things were left unsaid.
 
`Shit! I don't need fucking humans! They just fuck up my life! Why the hell should I try to learn how to talk to them?!?'
 
`Because she might leave you otherwise,' a small part of him whispered.
 
His chest clenched painfully and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Losing Kagome was his biggest fear. He knew she must like him to some degree, cuz she kept coming back, which was a huge relief. But he was worried. What if she finally decided she'd had enough of whatever-it-was-that-he-was-doing-that-he-couldn't-figure-out-what-it-was?< /div>
 
Growling, he leapt to his feet. This was getting him nowhere. Maybe he'd go for a run and kill something.
 
About to take off, he paused as he noticed a traveling monk with several students at the bottom of the meadow he was in.
 
“But why, Sensei? I don't understand why some one would react like that,” one of the students asked his teacher.
 
Inuyasha's ears perked up. He didn't understand why Kagome reacted the way she did. Maybe this would be worth listening to.
 
“Well,” replied the monk, “you have to understand that women are delicate creatures.”
 
`Delicate my ASS,' thought Inuyasha, rubbing his neck and remembering his latest `osuwari'.
 
“And they are very different from men. It is almost like they have their own language,” the monk continued. “If you want to understand women, you need to take the time to become fluent in that language. Take for example…”
 
The party passed on out of Inuyasha's hearing. He vaguely considered following to find out more, but then thought better of it. He knew (or thought he knew) what Kagome would say if she could have overheard the monk and his students. She would have been furious, calling him `sex-ist' and backward for thinking that women weren't as good as men. But Inuyasha didn't think that was what the monk meant.
 
`Different creatures,' he mused. `Different languages. How to learn to speak human, to speak WOMAN-human...'
 
Even the human men didn't always get human women. Those men who had passed by were lucky - they had a teacher to explain things. He had always taught himself, by trail and error, and more or less come out on top. But when it came to learning the language of human women…
 
Inuyasha realized he needed a teacher.