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Blinded by the fiery sun, Kagome rose with a grunt looking around for the thing that woke her up. Still sleepy and tired she stretched listening to the popping of her bones followed by an unpleasant screech. Hmm. She lowered her bare feet to the cold floor, tiptoeing to the half opened window. Avoiding the crispy draft she lifted the almost transparent curtain, spying on the outside world.
One of the reasons why she liked this room was because she had the unrestricted view of the most of her garden. An occasional tree obscured some part of it by beyond that she could admire inconspicuous asters, practical wild roses, refined zinnias, fabulous dahlias as well as innocent lilies of the valley, splendid phloxes, bell-shaped foxgloves or tiny forget-me-not's. The vibrant shapes and delicious smells were a feast for the senses. She inhaled deeply trying to catch an intoxicating whiff.
Below, among the plants kneeled a lonely figure. His bare back bended, the sun scorching his skin, his muscles flexing with each move as he plucked out the weeds, clearing the land, helping the flowers to grow. His metal arm reflected the rays, unknowingly putting the luminous hares that Kilala chased in unabashed delight, running around, prowling and pouncing. Making more noise than strictly necessary. She could, after all, move silently using her predatory instincts and abilities but decided instead to impersonate an elephant. Giggling at the cute, domestic picture, Kagome covered her teeth with a loosely clasped hand, turning her head in mirthful incredulity.
Cheered up, she flew down, slipping in black sneakers that did not clash that terribly with her baby blue pyjamas. Donning a mid thigh long sweater, she escaped the confinement of the house.
"Yurei - kun! What a beautiful day!" she greeted twirling around, her arms spread, catching the rays while the pearls of her laughter followed in her wake. She unceremoniously dropped next to him, supporting her weight on the hands while closing her eyes and directing the face to the warmness of the sun.
He observed her intensively, his task momentarily forgotten. Scanning the laughing lines and sporadic wrinkles, he analyzed the build and structure of her face, trying to decipher why his gaze strayed to her form whenever a smile adorned her features. Continuing in silence, he was awarded by the flutter of the eyelashes and wide open eyes, the clear cerulean pools tugging at him even more.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" she rubbed at her cheek and forehead self consciously.
"No" he stated, clawing at the next weed with an increased fervour, pulling out a pretty vicious root, flecks of ground spraying around.
An audible intake of breath stopping him in his track. She took his calloused hand into her own, gently removing the dirt while uncovering the new scrapes and freshly broken skin. "You shouldn't hurt yourself when there is not need to." she faintly admonished lowering it down. "Stay here! Don't do anything!" she ordered while retreating to the house, confused gaze following after her.
She returned shortly, her gait a little bit unsteady because of the many possesions she carried. Basin with water, cloths and medicines. She carefully spread them around ensuring that no dust soiled the sterile bandages and started to clean his superficial wounds. She slowly dipped the hand expecting a small hiss or at least a wince but nothing changed on his face. After digging out the dirt and drying the skin, she unscrew the brown jar and the pungent odor of antiseptic escaped. With the first whiff his muscles strained while he moved back, taking his hand away in unintended impulse.
Kagome smiled reassuringly, waiting patently with an open palm. She did not comment or urged. She just sat there, waiting, all time of the world in her disposal. Finally, he skittishly planted his hand in hers allowing her to proceed.
"It might sting a little bit but I can see you are a big boy so I don't think it will be a problem" she lightly commented, applying liberal amounts of thick paste on the skin and then bandaging it. "Not that scary." she wiggled her eyebrows good naturedly "but" she rose a finger in front of his face "if you want to work in the garden you'll do it properly."
"How?" he immediately asked.
"Come. I'll explain everything in the garden shed." she lead him to the flimsy structure that housed everything needed by a gardener. She described and demonstrated the purpouse and function of rake, spade and hoe while gifting his with big gloves. "At least on your right hand."
When he expertly twirled the triangular spade, holding it confidently and thrusting viciously into the land she wondered the wisdom of handing him another semi-lethal tool. Well, it's not like he'll kill somebody with it. Right?
A/N - I still blame it on the song but I needed some cuteness this time.
Jane 504 - Thank you. I also believe in this pairing otherwise I would never write it. I know that Bucky is often in relationship with Darcy (who I adore for her snarkiness among other things) but I think that he needs lots of unconditional love, warmth and care before he can immerse himself in silly fun. And as charm and playfulness are parts of his original personality I wanted to match him with someone a little bit less… or more… Eee, well different but loving. And who is better than Kagome for that? I believe in their chemistry whether it will be only friendship or maybe a future relationship.
Thank you Jane 504 and Motoko the Red Queen for your reviews. Not because of the praise (although I will admit shamelessly that I like it) but because I feel that I can connect to you, to my readers via them. It's good to know that what I post have an impact on others whether it is positive or negative. Thank you both again.