INUYASHA Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan • Yomiuri TV • Sunrise 2000
Summary: A relaxing Saturday afternoon is interrupted by an unwanted guest. Will a free-loading Inuyasha in the house prove to be the greatest test in Sesshoumaru and Kagome's marriage yet? Told in 300-500 word drabbles.
A/N: This has been sitting in my phone for a goddamned long time now!
Third-Wheelin'
01: Moth
Her heavy-lidded eyes opened, still in half-sleep. Vague remnants of her strange dream were still swimming in her mind, something about a black moth flitting about…
Kagome's vision slowly trained and focussed on the black thing settling on her arm.
It really was a moth, its dark, wide wings twitching back at her.
Kagome screamed blue-murder and jumped across the bed, and in the process, kicked over her snoring husband.
Sesshoumaru shot up. "What in the name of all that is holy—"
"Dear! There's a m-m-moth!"
"And you screamed because of that?"
"Get rid of it!" Kagome cried, cowering behind the bedside drawer.
Her husband rubbed his eyes, and muttered something inane under his breath. He spied the little critter on the wall and undressed his shirt, using it to trap the poor creature before releasing it out to the window.
"Perhaps we have a visitor coming," Sesshoumaru said, turning to his wife who was still crouching behind the drawer.
"You still believe in those superstitions?" Kagome asked, finally daring to peek her head out.
"I believe..." he said, collapsing back in bed and pulling the covers up to his shoulders, "in a good uninterrupted sleep."
Kagome pouted and glanced at the clock, a bit miffed he didn't share her disgust for flying bugs. Especially those that appeared randomly in bed.
"But it's already 11. Are you planning to sleep some more?"
He grunted. Looking at his sleeping figure illuminated by the near midday sun, it dawned on Kagome that it had been ages since the two of them ever had the luxury of sleeping in on the weekend. She slid in bed beside him.
"As much as I hate to admit it, getting a PS4 for Hiro seemed like a good decision after all," she muttered. "At least he doesn't hassle us for attention on weekend mornings now, does he?"
"I told you," came her husband's muffled reply.
"But I still think you spoil him too much."
Sesshoumaru was silent for awhile, then he shifted to close in the distance between them. "Alright. I shall spoil you now if that is what you are trying to insinuate."
Hiro burst into the room, a small boundless joy of limitless energy. The concept of doors as a form of privacy was absent in his eight-year-old head, as he hollered for his parents.
"MOM! DAD!"
"Hiro!" Kagome screeched, jolting up in bed. "How many times I've told you to knock?!"
Hiro swung his arm before his face in horror. "Eww! Are you guys kissing?"
Sesshoumaru frowned at his son. "Hiro, what is it?" he asked testily.
Hiro's brown eyes widened, as if he suddenly remembered why he had come barging into their room in the first place.
"There's someone at the door!" he said, pointing towards outside.
Sesshoumaru and Kagome looked at each other, only one thing in their heads. The moth!
To be continued!