A/N: I literally can't tell you why I wrote this drabble. All I ever write are drabbles. If you read this, you'll finish it in 4.43 minutes.
Summary: Kagome talks about stars and stuff.
Rated: K
Adromeda
A handful of times, Kagome as a teenager, wandered into the forest in search for her half-demon companion, and she would find him on a branch above her. Eyes closed, ears aware and nature cradling him in her emerald bosom, with the sunlight speckled all around him like day-time fireflies. A mythical creature in all his right, too wild, too beautiful, too rare. If she were any good with a brush, she would have painted him just like this.
He was the most graceful creature in all the land.
"Do you miss it?" She had asked him once while nervously combing a piece of matted hair near her neck. That stars were out tonight with no shame, naked and stunning against the canvas of a midnight sky, but her eyes were on him.
"Miss what?" He sighed, although she couldn't identify whether it was an annoyed sigh or a relaxed sigh.
"Being out here?"
"We're out here right now…"
"No, I mean-" She rolled her eyes and leaned up on her elbows from where they were laying down on the hilltop to peer back up at the sky. "Living out here. Do you miss it?" She implored again, avoiding eye contact.
"No."
Kagome felt a sense of relief, albeit a little selfish too. Her posture visibly relaxed and another question slipped out her mouth, "Why?"
He didn't respond, merely starring at the back of her raven head, hands still behind his head, elbows and feet apart. After what Kagome felt was enough allotted time she twisted her shoulders and head to face him, a curious tilt to her eyebrows. Well?
But the answer lay there in his eyes, bare to anyone who wished to know the truth.
You know why, they said, with all the pure sincerity and adoration that came with the bluntness of that golden stare.
Kagome flashed him a sheepish grin and looked back up to the sky, after a minute pointing up with an index finger and excitedly tracing out a constellation. "That's Adromeda, right there."
Inuyasha twitched an ear, a signal for her to continue.
"It belongs to a galaxy far away from us. It's the farthest object visible to us with the naked eye." A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Can you see farther than that, Inuyasha?" Him being a half-demon and all.
A shrug, "I just see a shitload of stars."
Kagome rested a chin on her pulled up knee, "I guess we'll never know."
Without warning Inuyasha's grip yanked at the back of her white shirt and she was falling backwards with gravity. She gave a startled "yip" and then found herself settled in the cuddling side embrace of her husband.
His breath wisped above her head, the baritone in his voice running goosebumps along her arms, "Tell me about Adromeda."
She didn't know if it was that he liked listening to her babble, or if he was genuinely interested in the topic about stars, but he always asked to know more about the glistening lights in the sky.
So she definitely didn't know that a long time ago, a little boy sat comfortably in his mother's lap on a warm summer night, passing the time by forming images in the sky.
Kagome didn't know that the mother scratched behind her son's ears, softly saying with a smile, "I wish we knew the stories stars tell."
And years later, the son would learn.
"Well, she was a beautiful princess-" Kagome began.