Ok. Down to the nitty gritty. Inu Yasha isnt mine. ;-; waaaaaaiiii!
A crisp breeze passed, snaking its way through the vast patches of open spaces between the limbs of ancient, crooked trees and down into the field where Kagome sat. Gently, as if it were a personified whisper, the small blast of wind raked its fingers through her raven hair, rustling her bangs about her mahogany eyes as she sat deep in thought. Inu Yasha sat close by, inhaling the apricot scent of her mane as a few whispy locks floated just under his nose. Of course a silent protest could be kept, for he had grown tired of becoming drunk from her enchanting smell and he hated how she resembled Kikyo so much. With a small grunt to himself, he voiced his fustrations.
"You smell funny. Whatever that scent is you're wearing, don't wear it again!" he said annoyingly.
Disturbed from her trance, Kagome finally heard his words and snapped calmly at him.
"Huh? Well if it bothers you so much why don't you go sit somewhere else Inu Yasha? You can be so rude sometimes. " she said, sipping her tea from the small china cup nestled between her fingers.
"Yeah Inu Yasha! You need to learn some manners. She came all the way back here from her home to have a pic nic with us and all you can do is say that she smells funny?" Shippou voiced, emerging from the tan pic nic basket with a sandwhich in each hand.
Kagome smiled, picking him up with both hands, and sat him on her lap. She then preceeded to brush the crumbs from his mouth.
"Shut up brat! Go back to stuffing your face."
"Inu Yasha!" Kagome and Miroku sang in unison.
"Calm down Inu Yasha. He has a point. One should learn to be more gentleman like and kind...like me" he said with a teasing smile as he looked over to a blushing Kagome. This blush had immediately left her flustered cheeks as she absorbed a sensation creeping fingers on her thigh. She screeched in response.
"Ahh! Miroku cut that out!" She threw her right arm out, forcefully pushing him off balance by applying her slim hand to his chest. On his descent backwards, he accidentally toppled a bowl of warmed-over Ramen which flew into the air and landed upside down securely over his head with a thud.
"Tch. Serves you right, monk. I told you not to touch her." Inu Yasha laid his ears back and scowled through narrowed eyes, clearly unamused.
Miroku sat, laughing nervously as he tipped the bowl upwards from his eyes, flinching as a cascade of noodles fell onto his robes. Shippou had accessorized the dinnerware by leaping up in a puff of smoke and reappearing atop the bowl in light laughter. The sound of Kagome's giggles and Miroku's own sounds of amusement soon accompanied his, filling the large field where they were all seated. Everyones laughter. Except Inu Yasha's. He rolled his eyes and stood silently, huffing as he began to walk away without so much as a backward glance. Kagome ceased her laughter and followed him with her eyes, watching as his crimson clothed figure grew smaller and smaller into the distance until it was devoured by lush green foliage and bushes.
"Hm...I wonder what's wrong with him." she whispered to herself. Apparently her thinking aloud was overheard, for a response came suddenly.
"Who knows. That hanyou is so cloudy with his emotions and you can never tell what he's thinking. He'll get over it eventually, so you don't need to worry." replied Miroku, busying himself by picking stray food particles from his clothing. Kagome raised her eyebrows in response and glanced in his direction for a moment, then switching her attention to the red and white ruffled edges of the blanket she sat on.
"I don't know Miroku. He's been acting weird lately and I don't know why. Not to mention hes been very tempermental."
"You know how he can be. Sooner or later he'll come around."
"I think he's still a big jerk!" chimed Shippou with a smile.
Dusk had just started to settle in. Brilliant blues, oranges, violets, and pinks painted feudal Japan's skies; something rarely seen in the cloudy, polluted skies of urban Tokyo. Long before, Miroku decided to escort Kagome to the well for her own saftey. Their short journey brought them, bathed in illuminous colors, past rolling green hills and sand colored wheat fields where farmers swung their scythes for the final few times of the day. The majority of this voyage was spent exchanging casual conversation about events earlier in the day and what would happen once all the jewel shards were collected. Just before Kagome's feet, she felt a familiar dip in the landscape which notified her that the well was directly before her. With an accomplished sigh, she turned on her heels and bowed with a smile.
"Arigato Miroku-san." she said, righting herself. She thought about hugging him goodbye but was quickly reminded of his wandering hands. Instead she swung her yellow backpack over her shoulder, with the tan pic nic basket, and waved a final time to him and the kitsune. The only noticable item in the overwhelming darkness was the rose colored glint of the jewel shards that hung at her neck before her entire being was swallowed by the cornflower light that returned her to her own time.
Well this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. What do ya think? I dont really know where I want to go with it yet, however, Ill post a new chapter after my brain chooses a plot. Expect more action and angst and all that good stuff. The rating might change depending on how Im feeling. ^.^;; Review me baby!
A crisp breeze passed, snaking its way through the vast patches of open spaces between the limbs of ancient, crooked trees and down into the field where Kagome sat. Gently, as if it were a personified whisper, the small blast of wind raked its fingers through her raven hair, rustling her bangs about her mahogany eyes as she sat deep in thought. Inu Yasha sat close by, inhaling the apricot scent of her mane as a few whispy locks floated just under his nose. Of course a silent protest could be kept, for he had grown tired of becoming drunk from her enchanting smell and he hated how she resembled Kikyo so much. With a small grunt to himself, he voiced his fustrations.
"You smell funny. Whatever that scent is you're wearing, don't wear it again!" he said annoyingly.
Disturbed from her trance, Kagome finally heard his words and snapped calmly at him.
"Huh? Well if it bothers you so much why don't you go sit somewhere else Inu Yasha? You can be so rude sometimes. " she said, sipping her tea from the small china cup nestled between her fingers.
"Yeah Inu Yasha! You need to learn some manners. She came all the way back here from her home to have a pic nic with us and all you can do is say that she smells funny?" Shippou voiced, emerging from the tan pic nic basket with a sandwhich in each hand.
Kagome smiled, picking him up with both hands, and sat him on her lap. She then preceeded to brush the crumbs from his mouth.
"Shut up brat! Go back to stuffing your face."
"Inu Yasha!" Kagome and Miroku sang in unison.
"Calm down Inu Yasha. He has a point. One should learn to be more gentleman like and kind...like me" he said with a teasing smile as he looked over to a blushing Kagome. This blush had immediately left her flustered cheeks as she absorbed a sensation creeping fingers on her thigh. She screeched in response.
"Ahh! Miroku cut that out!" She threw her right arm out, forcefully pushing him off balance by applying her slim hand to his chest. On his descent backwards, he accidentally toppled a bowl of warmed-over Ramen which flew into the air and landed upside down securely over his head with a thud.
"Tch. Serves you right, monk. I told you not to touch her." Inu Yasha laid his ears back and scowled through narrowed eyes, clearly unamused.
Miroku sat, laughing nervously as he tipped the bowl upwards from his eyes, flinching as a cascade of noodles fell onto his robes. Shippou had accessorized the dinnerware by leaping up in a puff of smoke and reappearing atop the bowl in light laughter. The sound of Kagome's giggles and Miroku's own sounds of amusement soon accompanied his, filling the large field where they were all seated. Everyones laughter. Except Inu Yasha's. He rolled his eyes and stood silently, huffing as he began to walk away without so much as a backward glance. Kagome ceased her laughter and followed him with her eyes, watching as his crimson clothed figure grew smaller and smaller into the distance until it was devoured by lush green foliage and bushes.
"Hm...I wonder what's wrong with him." she whispered to herself. Apparently her thinking aloud was overheard, for a response came suddenly.
"Who knows. That hanyou is so cloudy with his emotions and you can never tell what he's thinking. He'll get over it eventually, so you don't need to worry." replied Miroku, busying himself by picking stray food particles from his clothing. Kagome raised her eyebrows in response and glanced in his direction for a moment, then switching her attention to the red and white ruffled edges of the blanket she sat on.
"I don't know Miroku. He's been acting weird lately and I don't know why. Not to mention hes been very tempermental."
"You know how he can be. Sooner or later he'll come around."
"I think he's still a big jerk!" chimed Shippou with a smile.
Dusk had just started to settle in. Brilliant blues, oranges, violets, and pinks painted feudal Japan's skies; something rarely seen in the cloudy, polluted skies of urban Tokyo. Long before, Miroku decided to escort Kagome to the well for her own saftey. Their short journey brought them, bathed in illuminous colors, past rolling green hills and sand colored wheat fields where farmers swung their scythes for the final few times of the day. The majority of this voyage was spent exchanging casual conversation about events earlier in the day and what would happen once all the jewel shards were collected. Just before Kagome's feet, she felt a familiar dip in the landscape which notified her that the well was directly before her. With an accomplished sigh, she turned on her heels and bowed with a smile.
"Arigato Miroku-san." she said, righting herself. She thought about hugging him goodbye but was quickly reminded of his wandering hands. Instead she swung her yellow backpack over her shoulder, with the tan pic nic basket, and waved a final time to him and the kitsune. The only noticable item in the overwhelming darkness was the rose colored glint of the jewel shards that hung at her neck before her entire being was swallowed by the cornflower light that returned her to her own time.
Well this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. What do ya think? I dont really know where I want to go with it yet, however, Ill post a new chapter after my brain chooses a plot. Expect more action and angst and all that good stuff. The rating might change depending on how Im feeling. ^.^;; Review me baby!