InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Friendship ( Chapter 103 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.28.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.28.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
Title: Friendship
Community: First Tweak
Theme: Muddy
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Universe: Early Canon
Word count: 1,183
Summary: Inuyasha’s thoughtlessness lands him in hot water.
Warnings: none
Friendship
Inuyasha swore under his breath for the dozenth time, flinching slightly as thunder boomed directly overhead. He was cold, wet, and grumpy, the latter emotion not solely a result of his physical discomfort. For although he would never admit it aloud, this whole situation was entirely his fault.
It had been a surprised shriek which woke him from a fleeting nap under Goshinboku’s canopy earlier that afternoon. It was an understandable reaction, for Kagome had clearly not expected to arrive at the bottom of the bone eater’s well in the middle of a torrential downpour. It had most likely been bright and sunny in her time. In retrospect, Inuyasha should have gone to warn her, and spend some time out of the rain. But they had not parted on the best of terms, and his stubborn pride had rooted him to his perch in the tree, unwilling to leave his post, but also completely loathe to making the first move toward patching things up.
It had not been a smart decision. Kagome, upon seeing him strolling toward her through the rain, became understandably upset. She was already soaked to the bone, and he was undoubtedly to blame. The pull of the rosary didn’t so much make a hole in the ground as it did submerge the front half of Inuyasha’s body in the soggy soil. If she didn’t know what a blowhard he could be, Kagome might have worried about his ability to hold his breath until the spell wore off.
The sodden earth relinquished its hold on Inuyasha’s chest with a wet popping noise. “Wench!” he bellowed, wiping his face with the back of a sleeve. “What the hell was that for?!”
Kagome glowered at him, hands on hips. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe for being an inconsiderate jerk! I would have thought that my friend would tell me it was pouring before I came back here!”
Much of his righteous indignation left Inuyasha at that statement. “W-well if you hadn’t taken your sweet fucking time, you might’ve gotten back here before the rain started!”
Kagome scowled, resolved to storm off and not speak to him again until tomorrow. Of course, storming off is difficult when the ground is so slippery. Within three irritated steps her foot had flown out from under her, sending her sprawling and rolling down a small hill. Seconds later, Inuyasha skidded gracefully to a halt beside her, full of ‘that’s what she gets’ attitude. He tried to come up with a witty comment about her klutziness; she was going to ‘osuwari’ him for this anyway, so he might as well get his money’s worth.
But instead Kagome rolled over onto her side, breathing harshly and trying futilely to wipe her face. But unfortunately, her hands and clothing were just as saturated with the persistent mud. In that moment she was a pathetic figure, and Inuyasha felt more than a twinge of remorse. He knelt down and offered her his clean sleeve, which she took hurriedly.
“B-b-baka,” she whispered hoarsely, glaring up at him. But the normally formidable expression had no bite to it; uncontrolled shivering sapped her fierceness. Inuyasha sensed the cold muck covering his front, but did not truly feel it. It was obvious, however, that Kagome was not so resilient. Concern now mixing with his rising guilt, Inuyasha picked her up and made haste to the river.
Kagome screeched her displeasure, but Inuyasha threw them both in anyway. The water was no warmer than the mud clinging to their clothing and bodies, but at least now they were only wet, and could go inside. Where, or rather, when to take shelter was another matter entirely.
Which brings us back to the present, to a hanyou standing in the middle of a rainstorm holding a shaking girl in his arms. He debates with himself where to take her. Either option will get him reprimanded, but one is obviously better for the girl than the other. In the modern era she can take a hot bath, and recover in her warm bed surrounded by artificially-created heat. In Kaede’s hut she faces a cold night lying on the floor under blankets that never quite keep out the coolness of the night air.
But there is nothing more daunting in the world than an angry mother, and this hanyou dreads the inevitable confrontation. He fears the scolding, the words of derision from the family. But most of all, he fears losing the precious trust he has earned. How can he be entrusted to keep the Higurashi’s daughter safe when in his pettiness he has allowed her to slip into imminent danger of falling ill?
But the well-being of the girl in his arms, shivering and disturbingly silent, cannot be ignored. He must do what is best for her, and accept the consequences.
So he sprints to the well and leaps inside, emerging into the bright sunlight of her world. Her mother greets them at the door, understandably shocked to see her daughter back so soon, and worried about her pale and soaked form. When asked for an explanation, Kagome hesitates. Inuyasha braces himself. But then, the most amazing thing happens.
“I was fooling around and fell in the river,” Kagome answers simply. “Inuyasha brought me back here to warm up.”
Now instead of derision, the hanyou receives welcome and gratitude. But he is unable to truly process what is going on, so baffled is he by the recent turn of events. The rest of the afternoon flies by.
Later that evening, he is finally alone with her again. She is sitting up in bed reading a book, clad in clean pajamas, and has shown no sign of catching a cold, much to the hanyou’s relief. But he is still gripped by the question that has been plaguing him all evening: why? It would have been so easy for her to rat him out, to use his thoughtless actions to leverage a few days or even a full week in her time. And what’s more, she would have been fully justified in doing so! If he had been in her shoes, he would have snitched before you could say ‘osuwari.’ So why hadn’t she told her mother all about his selfish idiocy? Why had she saved his sorry behind instead? He glances at her; the only way to find out is to ask.
“Kagome?”
“Hm?” she replies, not glancing up from her book.
“Why…why did you cover for me?”
Now she looks up from the text, and does something else that amazes him. She smiles.
“What are friends for?” she asks, as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
She returns to her book, leaving the hanyou to his thoughts. He gazes out the window, a small grin creeping onto his features. That single wonderful word keeps bouncing around inside his head. No one has ever called him ‘friend’ before, but as he contemplates he realizes that this strange girl, ever since they met, has been his first. And he will never again let himself forget it.
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Community: First Tweak
Theme: Muddy
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Universe: Early Canon
Word count: 1,183
Summary: Inuyasha’s thoughtlessness lands him in hot water.
Warnings: none
Friendship
Inuyasha swore under his breath for the dozenth time, flinching slightly as thunder boomed directly overhead. He was cold, wet, and grumpy, the latter emotion not solely a result of his physical discomfort. For although he would never admit it aloud, this whole situation was entirely his fault.
It had been a surprised shriek which woke him from a fleeting nap under Goshinboku’s canopy earlier that afternoon. It was an understandable reaction, for Kagome had clearly not expected to arrive at the bottom of the bone eater’s well in the middle of a torrential downpour. It had most likely been bright and sunny in her time. In retrospect, Inuyasha should have gone to warn her, and spend some time out of the rain. But they had not parted on the best of terms, and his stubborn pride had rooted him to his perch in the tree, unwilling to leave his post, but also completely loathe to making the first move toward patching things up.
It had not been a smart decision. Kagome, upon seeing him strolling toward her through the rain, became understandably upset. She was already soaked to the bone, and he was undoubtedly to blame. The pull of the rosary didn’t so much make a hole in the ground as it did submerge the front half of Inuyasha’s body in the soggy soil. If she didn’t know what a blowhard he could be, Kagome might have worried about his ability to hold his breath until the spell wore off.
The sodden earth relinquished its hold on Inuyasha’s chest with a wet popping noise. “Wench!” he bellowed, wiping his face with the back of a sleeve. “What the hell was that for?!”
Kagome glowered at him, hands on hips. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe for being an inconsiderate jerk! I would have thought that my friend would tell me it was pouring before I came back here!”
Much of his righteous indignation left Inuyasha at that statement. “W-well if you hadn’t taken your sweet fucking time, you might’ve gotten back here before the rain started!”
Kagome scowled, resolved to storm off and not speak to him again until tomorrow. Of course, storming off is difficult when the ground is so slippery. Within three irritated steps her foot had flown out from under her, sending her sprawling and rolling down a small hill. Seconds later, Inuyasha skidded gracefully to a halt beside her, full of ‘that’s what she gets’ attitude. He tried to come up with a witty comment about her klutziness; she was going to ‘osuwari’ him for this anyway, so he might as well get his money’s worth.
But instead Kagome rolled over onto her side, breathing harshly and trying futilely to wipe her face. But unfortunately, her hands and clothing were just as saturated with the persistent mud. In that moment she was a pathetic figure, and Inuyasha felt more than a twinge of remorse. He knelt down and offered her his clean sleeve, which she took hurriedly.
“B-b-baka,” she whispered hoarsely, glaring up at him. But the normally formidable expression had no bite to it; uncontrolled shivering sapped her fierceness. Inuyasha sensed the cold muck covering his front, but did not truly feel it. It was obvious, however, that Kagome was not so resilient. Concern now mixing with his rising guilt, Inuyasha picked her up and made haste to the river.
Kagome screeched her displeasure, but Inuyasha threw them both in anyway. The water was no warmer than the mud clinging to their clothing and bodies, but at least now they were only wet, and could go inside. Where, or rather, when to take shelter was another matter entirely.
Which brings us back to the present, to a hanyou standing in the middle of a rainstorm holding a shaking girl in his arms. He debates with himself where to take her. Either option will get him reprimanded, but one is obviously better for the girl than the other. In the modern era she can take a hot bath, and recover in her warm bed surrounded by artificially-created heat. In Kaede’s hut she faces a cold night lying on the floor under blankets that never quite keep out the coolness of the night air.
But there is nothing more daunting in the world than an angry mother, and this hanyou dreads the inevitable confrontation. He fears the scolding, the words of derision from the family. But most of all, he fears losing the precious trust he has earned. How can he be entrusted to keep the Higurashi’s daughter safe when in his pettiness he has allowed her to slip into imminent danger of falling ill?
But the well-being of the girl in his arms, shivering and disturbingly silent, cannot be ignored. He must do what is best for her, and accept the consequences.
So he sprints to the well and leaps inside, emerging into the bright sunlight of her world. Her mother greets them at the door, understandably shocked to see her daughter back so soon, and worried about her pale and soaked form. When asked for an explanation, Kagome hesitates. Inuyasha braces himself. But then, the most amazing thing happens.
“I was fooling around and fell in the river,” Kagome answers simply. “Inuyasha brought me back here to warm up.”
Now instead of derision, the hanyou receives welcome and gratitude. But he is unable to truly process what is going on, so baffled is he by the recent turn of events. The rest of the afternoon flies by.
Later that evening, he is finally alone with her again. She is sitting up in bed reading a book, clad in clean pajamas, and has shown no sign of catching a cold, much to the hanyou’s relief. But he is still gripped by the question that has been plaguing him all evening: why? It would have been so easy for her to rat him out, to use his thoughtless actions to leverage a few days or even a full week in her time. And what’s more, she would have been fully justified in doing so! If he had been in her shoes, he would have snitched before you could say ‘osuwari.’ So why hadn’t she told her mother all about his selfish idiocy? Why had she saved his sorry behind instead? He glances at her; the only way to find out is to ask.
“Kagome?”
“Hm?” she replies, not glancing up from her book.
“Why…why did you cover for me?”
Now she looks up from the text, and does something else that amazes him. She smiles.
“What are friends for?” she asks, as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
She returns to her book, leaving the hanyou to his thoughts. He gazes out the window, a small grin creeping onto his features. That single wonderful word keeps bouncing around inside his head. No one has ever called him ‘friend’ before, but as he contemplates he realizes that this strange girl, ever since they met, has been his first. And he will never again let himself forget it.
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