A/N (because we're all too lazy to write Author's Note): This chapter is a bit longer… Just to get you hooked… And that is when I will atta- I mean sunshine and rainbows! Hope you enjoy my fanfiction!!!!:)
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The air was sweetened with the oncoming bloom, the aroma thick and almost sickening to a sensitive nose. Spring was coming soon, it was obvious.
A short breeze carried through then, relieving the half-demon's nostrils somewhat and tousling the unmowed grass surrounding his shadow-clad figure. He pulled his hair over his shoulder, protecting it from tangles. Petals danced playfully past, swirling around in a stubborn loop until they slowly departed from each other, going their seperate ways. And yet, he payed these no mind. He was ignorant to the beauty everyone else saw in this field.
What is so wonderful about a plant slowly dying in front of ya' anyway?
He glared at them, smacking the petals away if they got too close, treating them more like a disease then the harmless things they were.
Inuyasha huffed, his voice sounding gruffer than usual as he threw himself into the ankle-deep foliage, dandelion seeds floating up from around him, and riding the the current of the lively sun-kissed valley.
Now that he was alone he could think more clearly, something he usually avoided. It felt so lonely without...without...
Grr, stop thinking stupid things!
He shook his head until the blush subsided, returning to the angry expression he always wore.
His companions were right about most things, but he wouldn't be caught dead admitting something so embarrassing. Who would just openly say they miss someone, or tell someone everything they're feeling?
He launched himself from the grassy coffin that was forming around him, an unintentional growl rolling straight out from his gut. He ruffled his silver mane, the debris that had collected in it falling to the littered earth. He sat in contemplative silence, scratching his head in controlled annoyance.
Humans are so hard to understand…
Just then a stick snapped in the distance, and Inuyasha assumed his fighting stance, clawed hand poised at his belt.
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"So, I heard all about this mysterious boyfriend you have~" a young teasing voice sung from across the kitchen table.
Kagome nearly choked on the tea she was sipping, some runaway droplets landing on the clean sweater she had changed into. It was a gift from last Christmas, sewn by her great-grandmother herself. It was so hard to find clean clothes anymore, what with her traveling back in time every moment she got a chance to.
Sorry Grandma!
The poor girl grabbed at the napkins set out on the table, rubbing at the spots with little result. While her free hand reached for more napkins.
"Here, let me fetch you a washcloth, you'll only tire yourself with those napkins!" her Mother rose from the table, rushing for the sink in an urgency only a mom could possess.
All the while, Kagome's strange Aunt snorted and cackled from across the table, absolutely tickled by the sudden turn of events.
"Oh-Ohhoho! I'm sorry darling, I have always been one for slapstick comedy!" she shook her head, catching her breath as she rasped out a few more chuckles.
Although her Aunt was quite eccentric, and a bit annoying if we're being honest, you could tell her apology was genuine. It was best not to dwell on the matter, for it was no one's fault but her own.
The stain picked up with little fuss thanks to the washcloth, so it really wasn't that big a deal. "Haha, it's alright." she spoke through her teeth, sweatdropping, "it was my fault anyway."
Her Aunt's eyes widened in surprise, "Why, this isn't the Kagome I knew! You were always so headstrong as a child!" she laughed heartily, her shoulders bouncing as they always had when she laughed.
"Haha, was I?" Kagome laughed nervously.
"Yes, now that I think of it, Kagome was a bit rambunctious when she was younger..." Kagome's Mother looked up thoughtfully, adding fuel to her sister's fire.
Not you too!!!
Tired of talking about herself, Kagome shifted this unwanted attention onto someone who actually wanted it, "So, Aunt Ayama, what are you doing for work this week?"
Aunt Ayama's eyes twinkled with a childlike excitement, as if she was waiting all day to be asked. "Well…" she got up from her chair, turning around to display the ugly dress she was wearing from all angles. "as you can clearly see, I am an old lady before she started wearing my clothes line!"
"How… Interesting…!" Kagome's Mother forces out of politeness.
"I know, I know" she rolled her eyes while taking off the grey wig, the hairs wiry and frayed.
All that remained was a rather ugly wig-cap, which she in turn removed before placing both of the articles on the nearest counter. "Ah, much better!" she shook her hair out and let it fall past her shoulders, a sigh of relief sounding from her as she gently massaged her scalp.
Aunt Ayama had always been known for her good looks, but at that moment she looked absolutely absurd. The realistic wrinkle makeup made her face look old and shriveled, whilst her hair was the embodiment of youth.
Kagome couldn't suppress her giggles, her Mother included.
"Yeah, laugh it up, but you still haven't answered me Kagome! I want to hear everything about this new boyfriend of yours~!" Aunt Ayama seemed genuinely excited, bouncing up and down in her chair as if she were still a schoolgirl.
"That's the thing, I don't have a boyfriend." Kagome shrugged, closing her eyes nonchalantly as she took a sip of her tea.
Her Aunt deflated like a balloon, "How can that be? A pretty girl like you should be knee-deep in boys!" she was so disappointed that she nearly fell out of her chair. Her Aunt did love to be dramatic.
"Haha, only my knees, huh?" Kagome chuckles nervously.
"But your Mother told me all about that guy! There's just no way!" she darts back up, pointing an accusatory finger at her niece.
"I don't know what to tell you!" Kagome laughs nervously, possibly the 3rd time that evening, "Honest!" her hands shot up in surrender.
Wow, scary…!
Mama Higurashi flashes Kagome an apologetic smile.
Aunt Ayama looked like she was about to say something, but her phone interrupted her before she could even make a peep.
"Ugh!" she rolled her eyes and mock-vomited before silencing the insistent ringing. "Hey, yeah, yeah. Mmhm. Why're you calling me on my vacation? Mark did what?! Gosh, why isn't he fired? Fine, I'll cut my vacation two days, but that's it. I'll be over by tomorrow. Yes! No, he's not dead! That's not even funny! Okay, buh-bye."
Aunt Ayama closed her phone and placed it on the counter after typing up a quick text message, then looked back up at her family, then in the direction her car was parked.
"I need your help with something."
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A/N: Who uses flip-phones anymore?? MURDERERS. Only murderers… And does anyone get that Mark reference?( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡)
WTF!? What happened to my * lenny fa-*SOUND OF A THOUSAND SCREECHING DONKEYS*
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