Women's Work
Summary: Whatever was in the hanyou's lap had his undivided attention, odd for a demon who kept his ears trained to the wind, his attention unerringly on their surroundings.
"Excuse me?"
There was no response to the inquiry. In fact, there was no indication that the hanyou had even heard her hushed tone. She tried again.
"Pardon me, Inuyasha…?"
Still the hanyou carried on without any indication that he'd heard her. There was no hesitation in his movements, his hands busy pulling and pushing at something in his lap.
Shaking her head, Sango pressed again, determined to win the half-demon's attention.
"Ahem."
Still- nothing!
Whatever was in the hanyou's lap had his undivided attention, odd for a demon who kept his ears trained to the wind, his attention unerringly on their surroundings. His ears barely twitched at her approach, didn't budge at the utterance of his name. His body was tense, his arms moving rhythmically, hand disappearing into his lap then back up again, only to drop time and again.
Deciding that a direct approach was required, Sango edged closer, hand rising to touch his shoulder. What happened next left her speechless, eyes wide in the face of what had been holding Inuyasha's rapt attention.
"What the hell?" Inuyasha snarled, dropping the needle and thread from his claws, Kagome's school uniform forgotten in his lap as he turned his attention to Sango.
Golden eyes narrowed on the taijia, and the look of utter disbelief that overshadowed her stunned features.
"If you say anything to anyoneabout this, I swear I'll cut the tongue from your mouth and feed it to Sesshomaru."
Sango could only nod dumbly, her eyes falling from the irate half-demon's face to the forgotten scrap of clothing draped across his lap.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Inuyasha scowled, his hands busy searching for the needle.
"You're repairing Kagome's school uniform?" Sango questioned gently. Sewing was women's work. There was no doubt that being caught doing such work was the reason behind his callous behavior. Inuyasha cared for Kagome, and Sango found it sweet.
Snorting uneasily, he gathered the material together, ready to thrust the cloth into his haori. Her hand on his arm stopped his movement, and Inuyasha found himself staring into the wide brown eyes of the demon slayer.
He'd expected to find ridicule there, or frank disgust at the very least. But all he saw in her gaze was a look of genuine interest.
"If Kagome takes another ruined uniform home, her Mom may not let her come back. It's hard enough explaining what we do on this side of the well, let alone why so many of Kagome's clothes are bloody and torn to shreds. I can't fix these, though. I don't know how…"
"Here," Sango said, reaching for the cloth. "Let me help you."
Inuyasha's gaze darted back to hers, disbelief glistening in his eyes.
"You won't tell…?"
"Nope. We can even tell them that I fixed the garments if you want. No one needs to know, right?"
Inuyasha smirked; releasing Kagome's torn uniform into Sango's care was easy enough. Learning the stitches required to repair near-shredded clothing was something else entirely.
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I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; I only play with them for my own (and yours, I hope) amusement.
This drabble was written for and posted to IB4Y on lj for their prompt 'Ahem'.
I am still working on Deserted, among other things, lol. At least, as much as health and RL allow.
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