INUVEMBER

Week 1

Characters- Inuyasha

A Study in Stubborn


Would he ever change? Probably not. Surliness was his trademark (a favorite pastime, even) and no one would take that away from him, especially not the idiots he was surrounded with.

"Keh."

Arms behind his head and knees bent, he adjusted himself to that favorite, perfect 'I don't give a shit' stance.

Why did he always sit here, anyway? Was a 50 year death sentence not enough for him?

It was probably because, in a way, he thought the big tree understood him. The Goshinboku had held him up for all that time and never complained once when Inuyasha would leap back onto it's best branches, away from the people who liked to play jumprope with his last nerves.

Those idiots…

But why was he saddled with so many of them?

One, even two, was slightly understandable. Three was enough to make him a laughingstock- but four? Four earned him a permanent spot in the retarded babysitters club. Really, what would they do without his protection?

Die- that's what. Those ungrateful, troublesome…

"Hey, Inuyasha!"

He looked down his nose accusingly at the biggest bonehead of the bunch.

"What do you want?" he groused, pointedly closing his eyes to her.

"Kaede says dinner is ready. Get down here!"

"Hmph. Why should I bother? The old bat can't even cook."

"Inuyasha!"

He rolled his eyes, knowing that tone very well. His least favorite favorite word was just a few seconds away from being thrown at his head.

Deciding to begin the descent on his own terms, (that is, feet first instead of face first) he sighed dramatically the whole way down. It was very much on purpose that he nearly landed right on top of her but, instead of jumping away, she instantly brightened and turned on her heel with a spring in her step. What a bitch.

Later that night, after three bowls of Kaede's bullshit stew, he sat on the roof of the hut to listen to the evening settle. His ears twitched in every direction, keeping track of the familiar sounds of the night.

Soft, feminine whispers and a giggle.

A rustle, a sigh and a resounding slap.

Shallow puffs of breath that grew deep and even as everyone finally fell asleep .

The God tree was only a couple of jumps away but he figured he'd stay put. No matter what godforsaken path had led him here, it was now on him to protect them- his own, personal pack of morons.

He let a secret, rueful smile grace replace the usual scowl.

How did he get so lucky?