InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ The Little Things ( Chapter 96 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 663 | Visits: 513 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 663 | Visits: 513 | Status: Completed
Title: The Little Things
Community: IB4Y
Theme: “The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create.”
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG-13
Universe: mid-canon (before Miroku proposes to Sango in manga chapter 292)
Word count: 473
Summary: Inuyasha and Kagome debate Miroku’s latest lechery.
Warnings: none
The Little Things
“Sango-chan, what’s wrong?” Kagome asked. But the slayer did not break stride as she stormed past them and out of camp. The miko sighed as she glanced back in the direction from which Sango had come, already knowing exactly what she would see. Sure enough, out of the trees trudged Miroku, looking quite bemused with an angry red handprint on his cheek.
“What did you do now, Miroku-sama?” Kagome demanded.
The monk favored her with an innocent look until he realized she wasn’t buying it. “I simply cannot fathom why Sango became so irate, Kagome-sama.”
“Uh-huh,” Kagome muttered, not impressed.
“We were sitting by the waterfall, and it reminded me of something Mushin-sama used to say in his sober moments. ‘The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create.’ Then I asked if she wanted to go create the future with me.”
Kagome sweatdropped. So you turned a meaningful saying from your former master into a pickup line. She shook her head as Miroku strode out of camp in the direction Sango had gone, probably to get himself in more trouble.
“Keh,” interjected the hanyou sitting to her right. “What’s Sango’s problem? I thought she was pissed because the bouzu gropes her but never asks her to bear his child. He just did. So why aren’t they fucking in the woods right now?”
Kagome stared at him in shock. “You got all that?”
Inuyasha glared at her. “I’m not stupid, Kagome.”
Kagome grinned wryly. No, but you are pretty dense sometimes. Then she recalled the last thing the hanyou had said, and against her better judgment, she endeavored to explain.
“It’s a lot more complicated than that, Inuyasha.”
“So…if he promises to marry her, then she’ll bear his child?”
“An empty promise doesn’t mean anything! Sango wants to be able to trust him.”
“She fights alongside him in battle. How can you have any greater trust than that?”
Kagome sighed, rubbing her temple. “Neither of you understand women very well.”
“Keh! I understand ‘em better than that hentai bouzu! At least I don’t grope you whenever you’re not looking.”
And there it was, one of those spontaneous, often accidental moments where Inuyasha made her feel special. For although he didn’t realize it, he had unconsciously compared Sango and Miroku’s relationship to their own. And that was encouraging, since even the dense hanyou could see that those two wanted to be together, even if they weren’t quite ready for the commitment yet.
For it usually wasn’t the grand gestures that won a woman’s heart. It was the little things, like letting her lean against you when she’s sad, or sharing little pieces of your past, or even getting jealous when another male gives her attention. This, at least, Inuyasha seemed to understand.
“Maybe you do, Inuyasha,” she said. “Maybe you do.”
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Community: IB4Y
Theme: “The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create.”
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG-13
Universe: mid-canon (before Miroku proposes to Sango in manga chapter 292)
Word count: 473
Summary: Inuyasha and Kagome debate Miroku’s latest lechery.
Warnings: none
The Little Things
“Sango-chan, what’s wrong?” Kagome asked. But the slayer did not break stride as she stormed past them and out of camp. The miko sighed as she glanced back in the direction from which Sango had come, already knowing exactly what she would see. Sure enough, out of the trees trudged Miroku, looking quite bemused with an angry red handprint on his cheek.
“What did you do now, Miroku-sama?” Kagome demanded.
The monk favored her with an innocent look until he realized she wasn’t buying it. “I simply cannot fathom why Sango became so irate, Kagome-sama.”
“Uh-huh,” Kagome muttered, not impressed.
“We were sitting by the waterfall, and it reminded me of something Mushin-sama used to say in his sober moments. ‘The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create.’ Then I asked if she wanted to go create the future with me.”
Kagome sweatdropped. So you turned a meaningful saying from your former master into a pickup line. She shook her head as Miroku strode out of camp in the direction Sango had gone, probably to get himself in more trouble.
“Keh,” interjected the hanyou sitting to her right. “What’s Sango’s problem? I thought she was pissed because the bouzu gropes her but never asks her to bear his child. He just did. So why aren’t they fucking in the woods right now?”
Kagome stared at him in shock. “You got all that?”
Inuyasha glared at her. “I’m not stupid, Kagome.”
Kagome grinned wryly. No, but you are pretty dense sometimes. Then she recalled the last thing the hanyou had said, and against her better judgment, she endeavored to explain.
“It’s a lot more complicated than that, Inuyasha.”
“So…if he promises to marry her, then she’ll bear his child?”
“An empty promise doesn’t mean anything! Sango wants to be able to trust him.”
“She fights alongside him in battle. How can you have any greater trust than that?”
Kagome sighed, rubbing her temple. “Neither of you understand women very well.”
“Keh! I understand ‘em better than that hentai bouzu! At least I don’t grope you whenever you’re not looking.”
And there it was, one of those spontaneous, often accidental moments where Inuyasha made her feel special. For although he didn’t realize it, he had unconsciously compared Sango and Miroku’s relationship to their own. And that was encouraging, since even the dense hanyou could see that those two wanted to be together, even if they weren’t quite ready for the commitment yet.
For it usually wasn’t the grand gestures that won a woman’s heart. It was the little things, like letting her lean against you when she’s sad, or sharing little pieces of your past, or even getting jealous when another male gives her attention. This, at least, Inuyasha seemed to understand.
“Maybe you do, Inuyasha,” she said. “Maybe you do.”
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