All the little things
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an Inuyasha fanfiction
by
mkh2
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Disclaimer: Dang… no Inuyasha under my Christmas tree or in my stocking over the fireplace… Didn't get my Christmas wish… So it seems that Inuyasha still belongs to Rumiko Takahashi… oh well, maybe next year.
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He loved her and everything about her and all the little things she did and all that made her tick.
He loved the way her eyelashes would flutter when she sighed, how she wrinkled up her nose slightly at strong perfumes and tried politely not to cough and sneeze when she got near cigarette smoke but loved the subtle scent of incense.
He loved how she thought that porridge with cinnamon and raisins was the world's most perfect breakfast and that it was perfectly acceptable to have a midnight snack of pizza, applesauce and cocktail olives at 3 in the morning.
And he loved to kiss that little spot between her shoulder blades and watch her toes curl up with pleasure.
In short: He. Loved. Her.
He thought it funny how instead of using align left the way most people did on the computer she insisted on using justified, or on other little things she demanded it be centered; she thought it was best that everything be centered and justified properly before being handed in to her – except for bibliographies – it was aligned left for bibliographies, but that was only because that was standard procedure… She had little nuances about that too.
He thought it strange, when she was still in school, that she could find homework more important than spending time with him, but it was only until after she finished school that he discovered that she felt he was vastly more important than school and that was why she was so desperate to get it out of the way.
Did he mention that he loved her?
"You know," she'd say afterwards, "if I wasn't so worried about disappointing my family by not finishing up school and college and not becoming a rich and successful doctor or lawyer or politician or whatnot, I'd have dropped out of college a long time ago and started right away with my writer's career? I'm so glad that Daddy soon decided that politics was a forum for circus rejects otherwise I would be stuck somewhere in law school just spinning my wheels and looking for a way out."
"I'm glad too," he'd reply. "But you're happy, aren't you, now that you've got that 'stupid' degree of yours?"
"I guess," she'd say. "It's just paper."
"And that's why you have forty newspapers lying at the foot of our bed?"
"Thirty-seven, and they've been neatly filed away."
He loved how she could always make him laugh even without her meaning to, and how she'd readily laugh at her own mistakes, but could cry when someone laughed at her when she felt it wasn't funny in the least.
He loved how she laughed at his stupid jokes, especially when he realized later how stupid they were and how she actually has a good sense of humor and a good taste about such things and how usually she wouldn't laugh at something that's not funny… though he's seen her shoulders shake, on more than one occasion, when she found something funny in a place where you're supposed to be quiet. That's probably why she had to excuse herself at her great-uncle's funeral when his estranged-brother started on a long-winded, completely bogus eulogy, extolling her great-uncle's praises. Everyone knew that his brother didn't like him, ever since their mysterious falling out over a piecrust recipe, something about shortening or lard or butter substitutes. But then, speak only good of the dead is something to take into consideration.
And as he lay there that crisp and cool morning under the covers, observing her peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but wonder how he was so lucky as to get the most wonderful woman in the world as his wife.
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Originally written 11/21/2003, it, again, wasn't for Inuyasha or any other anime – it was mostly some thoughts that I just had, and a bit indirectly written after my personality, though, I must confess, I hate olives. Updated and corrected Christmas, 2003.
What's with the estranged-brother and great-uncle bit? I dunno, thought that'd be funny. One of my first pieces that I'm compiling into a collection of short stories was about a guy turning himself into a nervous wreck about performing a eulogy… still have no idea why I picked out that silly name…
Until next time ~ Mikki