Threads of Destiny
Patient
By LadyRainStarDragon
I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't have kids with a human. Just as well, Inuyasha must eat a fortune in Ramen.
Midnight blazed below the sun as cherry blossoms tightly bound yet another wound in his young body. He didn't know why she always insisted on it, they would heal quickly on their own anyway. Molten gold scrutinized how the rough ways of his world were beginning to toughen the delicate flowers, calluses where her bowstring rubbed at fingertips to mar soft flesh. Tenderly they performed their administrations, the woman humming a low tune as she moved about to examine his back. Heat rose to his cheeks under her businesslike gaze.
The small audience watched the pair as they executed the time honored dance.
"I told you woman! Only flesh wounds! Feh!"
"Inuyasha! These are deep. If I don't clean them, they will get infected. The I'll have to lance it, just like the last one you refused to let me know about."
"Keh!"
He paid no attention to the violet, green, red, or brown eyes that watched as he exchanged pleasantries with his erstwhile nurse. He longed to let her know how much it meant that she worried about him. Still, it did not feel right to have anyone worry about him, a half breed. Kagome would worry about him anyway, whether he said something or not.
He didn't really know how to tell her what she meant to him, how his heart stopped in his chest every time she put herself in danger. There were no words to convey how her scent calmed him, or how her face warmed his heart. She may never know how her voice soothed his dreams as she murmured in her sleep.
Hanyou were not meant for such things.
"OWWW!"
The young woman sighed through her nose, and he watched her from the corner of his eye. She had poked his wound on purpose, and got her desired reaction at that. Still, it was hard to be mad at her, he probably deserved it.
"Stop trying to get away and just deal with it. I'll say the word if it will make you hold still long enough for me to finish."
He pretended to fume. After all, he couldn't afford for anyone to know what he was really thinking about right now. He usually yelled at the monk for looking like he was thinking along those lines. Still, there was something about the role that Kagome was filling right now that made him want to go and get ripped up some more just so that she would fix him back up.
Maybe one of these days, after Naraku was gone, after Kikyou was laid to rest again, and when the circus wasn't watching them, then maybe he would tell her just how much this really meant to him.