InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Twelve Days of Christmas Drabbles ❯ On the Seventh Day... ( Chapter 7 )

On the Seventh Day of Christmas…

 

InuYasha twirled the arrow in his hands. He hugged it, sighing when he felt the arrow shaft pressed against his chest. It still smelled of her. He nuzzled it fondly, idly wondering who had fired it. It had not been meant to hurt her, and he could smell any human on it, so who…? Was it the unknown person giving him these wonderful gifts? Why would they give him such a thing as this? To make him feel worse after all he's been through? He started pondering why someone would do this…

 

And forgot all about being the depressed hanyou he had been.

 

Something wonderful filled his nose, and he rose up to meet the smell. He dropped down, sniffing more. The smell seemed familiar but also distant, like something in his dreams, or a past life, forgotten a long time ago. He edged towards the others, going past them and into a clearing a little a ways. The smell was stronger here, wrapping his nostrils. He had finally found the source, lying on the ground. He gasped at it, eyes wide in shock. He thought…it had disappeared. He dropped to his ground toward it, reaching out to grasp it.

 

`But…how?'