Don't know why I'm doing this. I think because there's plenty of Inuyasha and Kouga fiction out there, I just didn't like the quality of them. So here we go. This is NOT an MPREG story. Sorry. Can't stand those. And I am a Beta, which means going over my own shit is impossible.
Disclaimers: I don't own any characters. This is my own original line of fiction. It's Yaoi with Inuyasha and Kouga. Fair warning. Enjoy.
Sweat started right at his brow and trailed down his jawline, making it's journey down his neck until it sank beneath his white haori. Inuyasha sported the red handkerchief that Kagome left him, surprisingly fitting in his usual fire rat robe. It's this fuckin' field. The sun beating down directly on him. There's no canopy of trees to help shelter him, there's no cross breeze to alievate him. It's just him and the sun. And this irrigation.
Damage from some stray Beatle Demons left the village's main field all messed up. Cris cross lines tore into the once orderly rows. Surprisingly some of the local men asked the hanyou to help. Really it was one man, with several others nearby looking awkward. Which is progress; before the men would stand there looking angry.
Iunyasha agreed to help anyways. The irrigation is helping all of them. He eats the grains that they grow. His strength making quick, if sweaty work, of re-making the ditches. He just didn't remember the pattern the water would flow in. One farmer, about all tall as Miroku, walked the path and Yasha followed. He tried to not equate his work to a work horse pulling a plow. Using strength to dig ditches. 'What else would they be asking me to do? 'Aint like I am going to be teaching their children at the school anytime soon.'
With a triumphant smirk Inuyasha tossed the impressively heavy equipment to the side of the field. He unties the bandana tucking it into his sleeve. His part was done. Re-seeding the field is not something he has the patience to do. It seemed as though the Miroku-ish farmer assumed as much. "You're appreciated around here Inuyasha. That work would have taken us days," he chirped, seeding bag already over his shoulder. The other farmers ambled around them. It seems like Inuyasha was the awkward one. He noticed some of the men were joking amongst one another, punching each others shoulders and goofing off. He looked at the young farmer directly in his police face. "Uh yeah, I eat from this field too. No problem," He gave a half smile and turned away.
Which was all fine, because he didn't need to be accepted by these people to feel.. good about himself. And helping out around the village keeps his mind off of everything else. Moving, forcing his body to perform in different ways, it gives him a moment of peace. He quickly swiped the remaining sweat off his forehead. He kept walking, moving one foot after the other. He didn't have anyone else left. He had, Kagome. The sweet, amazing woman. But once the Shikon was completed, he couldn't decide. He wanted to be himself. He was scared to become human. Inuyasha would think of the paralyzing fear he felt on the full moon, and Kagome wanted him to be like that. Just live in fear the rest of his life. "Inuyasha you aren't willing to make a change for me, but you want me to make a change for you? You want me to leave my life, my family, my friends, for you. And I love you. I want to live with you, but how is that fair to me?" Her eyes were so serious. Really didn't understand. Didn't get it. She's the one who taught me to be, Me.' Watching his one foot follow the other Inuyasha tried to think of good things. Not Kagome leaving. Think of Sango. Think of Miroku. Think of Shippo.
Recognizing the path he was on, Inuyasha made a hard left turn and brought his sweaty hanyou ass to the hut he'd frequented. Even if he had nothing to say, he wasn't going to suffer at the well anymore. It's been 2 god damned years. 'I'm not that weak. I can't be.' Because if you say it enough times, it'll be true. Inuyasha rudely brushes into the doorway. "I don't need my one eye to know that is ye Inuyasha. The scent of ye is quite strong," She turned her disapproving grandmothering eye on the man in her entryway. The hanyou wasn't stupid. He could smell himself too. It's not like he could argue. With a stoic face he turned on his heel catching Kaede say, "Forget ye not, the evening chore." He glances back momentarily, an acknowledgement, and disappears off towards the river.
The stream doesn't take long to reach. Yasha drops the Tetsaiga safely in the reeds, within' reach of the bank. He slinks beneath the flow with his clothes on. Lying at the bottom of the stream looking up at the sky with cool water infiltrating the cloth; his hair flowing around like a soft white cloud. He remains still, trying not to think. Small fish swimming past, unafraid of the power beneth the red fabric. The sunlight appeared distored to his golden eyes, shifting fluidly around him.
He slowly huffed out the last bit of his air and surfaced. Stripping his soaked clothing and tossing each piece on the shore; Not like he gave a shit if someone saw. He kept trying to not think. 'Just stop it.' But he couldn't, 'Sango, and Kagome would always freak. Not that it really matters for Sango. Miroku can see her naked all he wanted lately. I wonder how long before they have kids? They were destined to be together anyways. Just like me and Kagome were.' He submerged his head again. Maybe the cool water can wash his thoughts away. His stupid, stupid thoughts. Deciding to take the Dirty out of Dirty Hanyou, he began to dutifully clean himself.
Despite the peaceful area he didn't want to be out of his fire rat robe for too long. Whenever there's a baby in the village, Kaede is there. She handles all that.. messiness. Everytime she walks out and carries the baby; the baby has it's own blanket. 'Safest place in the world' she would always say. I guess the fire rat robe, the tetsaiga, were his blanket. 'Safest place I could ever be.' His thoughts pushing his actions, Inuyasha climbs out of the water and began to dress.
'What else was I going to do?' Mulling through the muck of his thoughts Yasha decided he would prefer to wear his wet safety blanket over being exposed until it dries. Maybe if he went for a run he'd dry off faster. He picked up his pace towards the forest, his legs agreeing with the idea.
With the sun warming the leaves, Inuyasha did his favorite thing ever. Take the first strong leap into the forest. He can't help it. That's where he belongs. This wasn't like the field. He wasn't exposed, moving slow. Inuyasha remembers one full moon when he was human, he picked a shitty tree and halfway through the night he couldn't take the tree waving in the wind so much. So yeah, he goes to jump into the next tree. Turns out humans are not so good at that. He remembers scrambling to pull himself up. Barely. Fuckin' barely. That was the time he really appreciated his demon blood. Something as basic as crossing a river or, climbing a tree. It's nothing for him normally. As easily as Kagome hops up steps, Inuyasha pushes off from each branch. Her black shoes would click on the stone, his bare feet gives the leaves a shake. Inuyasha let the wind actually dry the strands of his hair by tilting his head back a bit. Each bound he tried to see how far he could go. Stretch his muscles, and no that wasn't a smile on his face. That doesn't happen.
His foot landed hard on the next branch, and his weight was a too much for it to handle. He heard the wood snap and fall to the forest floor, after pushing off. Wood breaking, wood burning, 'FUCKING FIREWOOD!' His dumbass would forget. Inuyasha swings his momentum around a trunk, with a heavy land and frustration he fully realized how stupid he was. They needed firewood so Kaede could cook dinner tonight. May as well get a whole damn tree and season the rest. Grumpy and filled with purpose Inuyasha turns and steadily decimates the nearest tree.
Converting all of his previous happiness and redirecting his emotion into anger, the silverette brought down the oak. Forcing his knuckles into the bark, he could feel the reverberations rock the trunk. It didn't take long. He could hear the cracking already, the reverberations growing, until the final loud snap finally rang out. The tree came down, crushing several bushes and caught on a ledge at an angle. Inuyasha felt his ears twitching as he cracked his knuckles, because somehow the beat down he gave the tree didn't manage to.
His brain kicked back on, after his human emotions calmed. Something important trickled into his awareness. 'How am I going to get this back to the village?' There were plenty of perfectly good trees that he could have cut down.. trees that were much closer to the village.. too late for that kind of logic now. Now he has to haul the damned... "IRON REAVER SOUL STEALER!"
"I can make a few trips"
I'll be switching from Inuyasha and Kouga's POV. Keep up. Comment.
