Inu
A/N: A small gift for my amazing readers and reviewers. You don't even realize, guys, how much it means to me to see that my silly ideas and poor English can still be enjoyable. You're the best.
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They were hunting, exploring the area of their temporary nest. Both of them clad in dark green clothes had no problem to hide in plain sight, sneak through tall grass of the meadow they were in.
The went pass the monk meditating under an oak, the man had no idea that someone went past him.
They moved past the youkai slayer, which was a much harder task - the slayer was almost always alert, listening to the sounds around her and checking all little movements in the grass. Yet today her guard was down - she felt safe sitting on a blanket in the shade of the same oak tree shielding the monk from the hot sun of the summer. She was focused on her sewing, repairing her battle outfit, bitting the tip of her tongue while working.
They looked at each other and nodded - this was their chance to go along their plan. Their targets were so close, unaware of their presence and vulnerable. It would be a child's play to catch the two little thingies, so cute and defenseless, alluring and oh-so-close. The pair of hunters was observing their prey for a long minute, observing slow, lazy movements of their targeets, mesmerizied by them. Then the right time to strike came - they couldn't risk the monk or the slayer noticing them. They had only one chance, so they had to do it fast and right. Their hands outstretched from behind the veil of grass and grasped each one of their targets.
A loud scream of pain and shock filled the heavy hot air of a summer afternoon.
"Holy shit!" roared Inuyaha, pulled out from his slumber. Literally pulled.
Two feminine giggles replied to his enraged voice and his eyes looked up where two toddlers were kneeling above his head, each holding - and squeezing! - one of his ears while babbling happily. In an instant the two clawed hands froze mid-gesture and dropped to his sides as the hanyou lay in the grass, petrified. There was no way he would grab the girls, he could hurt them!
"Miroku!" he almost whined when one of the twins pulled harder.
"Omm, I'm a lotus flower drifting on a surface of a lake..." Miroku uttered, amusement clear in his voice, not moving a muscle. "Omm!"
"Ow! Saaango!" Inuyasha pleaded.
"I am busy here," she replied calmly, just a hint of amusement in her tone. She didn't even lift her gaze from her work when he cursed again. "You are more than capable of freeing yourself. You won't hurt them just by touching them, Inuyasha."
"But...!" both girls tweaked his ears mercilessly and this made the hanyou lose the last bits of the fear that he could hurt the toddlers with his claws - he had to save his ears *now*. Deftly he grasped their little hands and pulled them away from his poor ears, using his speed as an element of surprise. He didn't have to use force to make them let go of him. Quickly he sat up, glaring at the kids. "How something so small can have such strong grip?" his ears were twitching in irritation and pain while the babies were giving literally no shit about the growling irate hanyou in front of them. Both had their eyes trained on his ears, hands outstretched in their direction, an expression of utter longing on their little faces.
"Inu! Inu!" they exclaimed. Wide golden eyes looked up from them to their parents. Miroku was staring back while Sango smiled at the hanyou.
"At least their first words isn't something perverted," she commented with some amount of relief in her voice.
"Inu!" Inuyasha gazed back to the kids, pride and joy of his friends who had left him alone in his time of need. An idea of revenge came to his mind. A wicked youkai smile appeared on his lips when he leant a little forward and swiveled his ears.
"Say keh!" he purred.