InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pride, Before the Fall ❯ Sundays ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Langus 
Takes place roughly one month prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 266 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Takes place roughly one month prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 266 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Chapter: 5
He enjoyed the quiet rhythm of Sundays; how the soft morning slipped into the lazy afternoon before drifting off into night. They often spent their Sundays in bed, utterly content to enjoy each others’ company.
This morning felt languid as he slowly threaded his fingers through her strawberry scented hair.
“Do you think things will always be like this?” she whispered.
He answered with a soft grunt.
“Everything feels so right here with you. I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“You won’t,” he promised, setting his newspaper aside just long enough for a kiss.
Her expression turned playful and after a bit of rummaging, she pulled a conspicuous black ball out from under the bed. With a wink, she gave it a shake and flipped it over. He watched, noting the way her nose crinkled with disappointment at the answer. With a sigh, she tossed the ball aside.
“Those things are just crap anyway,” she muttered, departing for the shower
Curious, he picked up the discarded orb and turned it over. A small triangle floated into view in the answer window - Outlook is bleak.
“Such a ridiculous thing…”, he scoffed, then tossed it aside without a second thought.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place roughly one month prior to "The Weight".
The theme for this week was "Bleak", to be covered in 200 words exactly.
He enjoyed the quiet rhythm of Sundays; how the soft morning slipped into the lazy afternoon before drifting off into night. They often spent their Sundays in bed, utterly content to enjoy each others’ company.
This morning felt languid as he slowly threaded his fingers through her strawberry scented hair.
“Do you think things will always be like this?” she whispered.
He answered with a soft grunt.
“Everything feels so right here with you. I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“You won’t,” he promised, setting his newspaper aside just long enough for a kiss.
Her expression turned playful and after a bit of rummaging, she pulled a conspicuous black ball out from under the bed. With a wink, she gave it a shake and flipped it over. He watched, noting the way her nose crinkled with disappointment at the answer. With a sigh, she tossed the ball aside.
“Those things are just crap anyway,” she muttered, departing for the shower
Curious, he picked up the discarded orb and turned it over. A small triangle floated into view in the answer window - Outlook is bleak.
“Such a ridiculous thing…”, he scoffed, then tossed it aside without a second thought.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place roughly one month prior to "The Weight".
The theme for this week was "Bleak", to be covered in 200 words exactly.