Spooktober prompts day 2
Fog
"I feel like I'm in an episode of The Walking Dead."
Standing on the front porch, Kagome frowned at the heavy fog that shrouded the area, dense enough that she could barely make out anything beyond twenty feet in any direction. It was just past 7 am and cool out, a little damp, but it was the kind of weather that was typical of October, and usually Kagome reveled in it as she admired the fall colors and enjoyed a hot cup of coffee.
But because of all this stupid fog she wasn't able to enjoy her peaceful, cool mornings.
"I was thinking more like The Mist," Inuyasha commented idly beside her, arms crossed and studying the fog that hung low to the ground.
Kagome wrinkled her nose and shuddered. "Ugh. I think I prefer zombies over…well, anything from that movie."
"You didn't even watch it. Refused to when the kids wanted to rent it for movie night that one time."
"You know I hate those kinds of movies, Inuyasha."
"Iz likes them."
"That's because she's a daddy girl and likes everything you do. My daughter loves her father more than me."
Inuyasha grinned unapologetically and shrugged.
Rolling her eyes, Kagome sighed and huddled deeper in her oversized sweater. "Zombie weather."
"You won't watch horror movies, but you watch shows about fucking zombies."
"Zombies are ten times more believable and far less scary than your lobster monsters."
Inuyasha gave a choked laugh. "Lobster monsters?"
"Well, what else would you call those things?"
"They're called Arachni-Lobsters, Kagome."
"…Spider lobsters? They seriously couldn't come up with anything better than spider lobsters?"
"Because people who come back from the dead and hunger for living flesh aren't original."
"Tell me one thing that's more terrifying than a rotted human torso pulling itself along the ground toward you with the intent to take a bite out of your leg."
Before her husband could answer, however, his ears twitched and he turned his attention forward, peering gout into the thick fog that prevented them from seeing much beyond their front yard. He narrowed his eyes as a dark shape started coming toward them, coming more humanoid in nature the closer it approached, and then suddenly Inuyasha and Kagome were gazing at the half-demon's best friend Miroku, donned in nothing but a tight black speedo complete with handcuffs shackled around his wrists.
The man's expression was deadpan as deep violet connected with shocked amber and brown. "Sango locked me out of the house again," he said by way of greeting and he had the good graces to flush as he cleared his throat. "Ah, are the wire cutters still—"
Closing his eyes, Inuyasha sighed and waved him toward the garage.
Miroku nodded mutely and veered toward their two car garage, disappearing inside without a backwards glance.
Inuyasha and Kagome stood there on the porch, staring silently out into the fog and wondering if they were, in fact, dreaming.
A minute later Inuyasha cleared his throat as Kagome closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, her posture resigned. "Kagome." The corners of his lips twitched and it sounded like he was trying not to laugh.
"Not a word, Inuyasha."
"…But—"
"Not. A. Word."
