Disclaimer: I don't, and probably never will, own Inuyasha. That
privilege belongs to several companies and one amazing author, Rumiko
Takahashi. However, I am borrowing the characters for an extended period
of time, in which strange things may happen. Enjoy.
A little too much...
The past few weeks had been hard on the group. With most of the jewel completed searching for the remaining fragments had become nearly impossible, and relations were reaching a dangerous point between everyone, with a hot temper, low patience, and a wandering hand being the main causes.
This day had proved to be even more strenuous than the last, ending with everyone somehow in a state of physical or mental pain. One hanyou had unfortunately been submitted to both, his head was splitting, his neck screamed in agony, and his poor slow brain was trying to come to terms with just how difficult convincing a stubborn girl to stay in one place had become.
The poor boy was currently flat on his back in the middle of a small field, he had dropped himself there as soon as the mountain of sits that devil woman had laid on him to help her escape wore off. Finding it as good a place as any to camp Sango, Miroku, and Shippou had set up a cheery fire and their own sleeping bags out earlier, leaving the boy alone as they went out to forage for food, having not moved since they left, he still remained massaging and rubbing tenderly.
Inuyasha didn't even bless the monk with recognition of his presence as he stumbled in, cheek flaming and tender. Inuyasha, dealing with his own pain, did not notice as the lech rubbed his face wryly and took a seat near to himself and the fire.
"So what happened?" Inuyasha raised his head ever so slightly, his neck and upper back screaming in protest at the slight move. A small look of surprise and pain washed over Inuyasha's face, his emotions mixing. A dark scowl soon replaced his confusion though as he was reminded of the days earlier, and more unpleasant events.
"I tried to stop her." Flat words rose from his mouth as he set his head back down again, shifting uncomfortably in his sprawled out form. "I tried to stop her, and she went ballistic. She must have used the damn word a hundred times," his had strayed down from his neck, gripping his rosary tightly in anger, his scowl replaced by a frown. Pain shot out in bursts from his neck and he removed his hand reaching back up to massage the tendons and muscle once more. Looking the monk over he noticed the inflamed cheek and gave a wry chuckle, "I see you had a run in with Sango."
"I think she may be getting stronger," replied the monk, "I heard ringing after she smacked me this time." A sad look adorned his face, starring in to the fire; he unconsciously reached up and gingerly touched his cheek. There would be surly be a bruise tomorrow. "It was worth it though," he said smiling. His pain was almost forgotten as a dreamy look swept across his features, "well worth it. I would, and most likely will, do it again if I get the chance." he stated.
Inuyasha snorted. The monk was lost to his daydreams, sitting and starring off. Inuyasha snorted again. Still massaging his neck with one hand he stood, slowly looking over the area surrounding him. His eyes found what they were searching for, and informed his brain that he should move his legs in order to get where he wanted to go. With neat precision his legs took to the task and coiled, released, and landed on a branch high above where Miroku sat.
Sprawling out on the branch he gently laid his neck and head down. Inuyasha would be fine come morning, the damage the necklace and the infernal word did together never seemed to heal the same way a regular wound did, it dragged on dull and ever present- as if reminding him what he did wrong. He never liked the damn thing.
More and more as of late though it seemed that it had been used on him for any reason at all, 'Inuyasha! You're so annoying! Sit!', 'Are you listening? SIT!', 'I failed my math test because of you! SIT!'. The list of his wrong doings went on in his head, his own internal voice doing a rather bad job of imitating Kagome. It seemed less and less worth doing all this for the damned Shikon jewel. It had seemed like such an easy plan 50 some odd years back. Search for the jewel, find the jewel, and take the jewel. But his plans back then had met a damper. Love.
Kikyou had been a hard woman to get to know. Even harder to get to love, and all of it had been lost because of one man. Now once more there was a damper on his plans. He wasn't sure though, if it was love or that damn necklace and the word.
His poor brain found it all very rattling - and informed his heart to get to work on deciding what the fuck was going on. He sighed. So much trouble... so much confusion. Back before all of this he had been at ease with life. He may have been an outcast, but he had had his dignity and his solitude. Everything was so much simpler when he had been alone. So muck simpler.
His brain kicked into overdrive with that thought.
Alone.
A cog turned in his head...
Solitude.
Another cog spun... his brain was clearing out the matter.
Vacation.
The cogs spun faster... he was getting there, slowly his brain pulled in the loose thoughts combining them and forming them into something understandable...
He had learned the term from Kagome, and his brain had decided he needed one. Badly. But where would he go?
Another cog rotated...
Home.
It was decided the. His brain was quite happy with itself, having laid out the problem and fixed it accordingly. Inuyasha closed his eyes and hummed to himself, he would start the trip tomorrow - he hummed a little louder - he would be going back to the mountains.
****
Sango was marching back into camp, Shippou resting on her shoulder. Her anger toward the monk had receded somewhat, and she now felt comfortable enough to face him without killing him.
Entering back into the camp she stopped arching her eyebrows at the mysterious sound reaching her ears, Shippou's ears twitched and a small look of bewilderment crossed his vulpine face, at once they both looked up.
Startled was the best word she could come up with as she looked at the lazing hanyou; humming an unknown tune in 3/4 time he laid out on the branch one leg dangling. Humming was odd behavior for the dog-boy, and Sango could only wonder if maybe Kagome had somehow rattled his brain earlier in the day...
-end chap1-
I would be ever so grateful if someone, anyone were to review my fic. It would also help if anyone could point out spelling errors I might have missed - thanks.
A little too much...
The past few weeks had been hard on the group. With most of the jewel completed searching for the remaining fragments had become nearly impossible, and relations were reaching a dangerous point between everyone, with a hot temper, low patience, and a wandering hand being the main causes.
This day had proved to be even more strenuous than the last, ending with everyone somehow in a state of physical or mental pain. One hanyou had unfortunately been submitted to both, his head was splitting, his neck screamed in agony, and his poor slow brain was trying to come to terms with just how difficult convincing a stubborn girl to stay in one place had become.
The poor boy was currently flat on his back in the middle of a small field, he had dropped himself there as soon as the mountain of sits that devil woman had laid on him to help her escape wore off. Finding it as good a place as any to camp Sango, Miroku, and Shippou had set up a cheery fire and their own sleeping bags out earlier, leaving the boy alone as they went out to forage for food, having not moved since they left, he still remained massaging and rubbing tenderly.
Inuyasha didn't even bless the monk with recognition of his presence as he stumbled in, cheek flaming and tender. Inuyasha, dealing with his own pain, did not notice as the lech rubbed his face wryly and took a seat near to himself and the fire.
"So what happened?" Inuyasha raised his head ever so slightly, his neck and upper back screaming in protest at the slight move. A small look of surprise and pain washed over Inuyasha's face, his emotions mixing. A dark scowl soon replaced his confusion though as he was reminded of the days earlier, and more unpleasant events.
"I tried to stop her." Flat words rose from his mouth as he set his head back down again, shifting uncomfortably in his sprawled out form. "I tried to stop her, and she went ballistic. She must have used the damn word a hundred times," his had strayed down from his neck, gripping his rosary tightly in anger, his scowl replaced by a frown. Pain shot out in bursts from his neck and he removed his hand reaching back up to massage the tendons and muscle once more. Looking the monk over he noticed the inflamed cheek and gave a wry chuckle, "I see you had a run in with Sango."
"I think she may be getting stronger," replied the monk, "I heard ringing after she smacked me this time." A sad look adorned his face, starring in to the fire; he unconsciously reached up and gingerly touched his cheek. There would be surly be a bruise tomorrow. "It was worth it though," he said smiling. His pain was almost forgotten as a dreamy look swept across his features, "well worth it. I would, and most likely will, do it again if I get the chance." he stated.
Inuyasha snorted. The monk was lost to his daydreams, sitting and starring off. Inuyasha snorted again. Still massaging his neck with one hand he stood, slowly looking over the area surrounding him. His eyes found what they were searching for, and informed his brain that he should move his legs in order to get where he wanted to go. With neat precision his legs took to the task and coiled, released, and landed on a branch high above where Miroku sat.
Sprawling out on the branch he gently laid his neck and head down. Inuyasha would be fine come morning, the damage the necklace and the infernal word did together never seemed to heal the same way a regular wound did, it dragged on dull and ever present- as if reminding him what he did wrong. He never liked the damn thing.
More and more as of late though it seemed that it had been used on him for any reason at all, 'Inuyasha! You're so annoying! Sit!', 'Are you listening? SIT!', 'I failed my math test because of you! SIT!'. The list of his wrong doings went on in his head, his own internal voice doing a rather bad job of imitating Kagome. It seemed less and less worth doing all this for the damned Shikon jewel. It had seemed like such an easy plan 50 some odd years back. Search for the jewel, find the jewel, and take the jewel. But his plans back then had met a damper. Love.
Kikyou had been a hard woman to get to know. Even harder to get to love, and all of it had been lost because of one man. Now once more there was a damper on his plans. He wasn't sure though, if it was love or that damn necklace and the word.
His poor brain found it all very rattling - and informed his heart to get to work on deciding what the fuck was going on. He sighed. So much trouble... so much confusion. Back before all of this he had been at ease with life. He may have been an outcast, but he had had his dignity and his solitude. Everything was so much simpler when he had been alone. So muck simpler.
His brain kicked into overdrive with that thought.
Alone.
A cog turned in his head...
Solitude.
Another cog spun... his brain was clearing out the matter.
Vacation.
The cogs spun faster... he was getting there, slowly his brain pulled in the loose thoughts combining them and forming them into something understandable...
He had learned the term from Kagome, and his brain had decided he needed one. Badly. But where would he go?
Another cog rotated...
Home.
It was decided the. His brain was quite happy with itself, having laid out the problem and fixed it accordingly. Inuyasha closed his eyes and hummed to himself, he would start the trip tomorrow - he hummed a little louder - he would be going back to the mountains.
****
Sango was marching back into camp, Shippou resting on her shoulder. Her anger toward the monk had receded somewhat, and she now felt comfortable enough to face him without killing him.
Entering back into the camp she stopped arching her eyebrows at the mysterious sound reaching her ears, Shippou's ears twitched and a small look of bewilderment crossed his vulpine face, at once they both looked up.
Startled was the best word she could come up with as she looked at the lazing hanyou; humming an unknown tune in 3/4 time he laid out on the branch one leg dangling. Humming was odd behavior for the dog-boy, and Sango could only wonder if maybe Kagome had somehow rattled his brain earlier in the day...
-end chap1-
I would be ever so grateful if someone, anyone were to review my fic. It would also help if anyone could point out spelling errors I might have missed - thanks.